Thousands of demons fell for me

"By the way, I have also prepared a love song here, which I want to give to my beloved."

It didn't count that the confession was over, the mummy even raised its head and began to sing loudly.

Although the emotion is in place and impassioned, it is indeed a bit out of tune.

The singing sound was even scarier than howling ghosts and howling wolves. Xu Changling and Wang Dali clutched their chests tightly, trembling with fear.

Luo Xingchen looked at the withered and wrinkled black face, was silent for two seconds, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Ugly."

The mummy was stunned for a moment, stopped singing, lay down on the ground with its head down and continued to eat the withered grass on the ground, and whispered in frustration, "Well, I was actually pretty good-looking when I was alive."

"Who locked you here to starve to death?" Luo Xingchen asked.

Hearing this, the mummy trembled suddenly, and all the dry grass in its hands and mouth fell off. It held its head in both hands, and lowered its body extremely low, with its forehead almost touching the floor, and its tone was full of fear and pain.

"It's that woman, that horrible crazy woman! She knew that I wanted to leave this manor, so she locked me in this underground cell, tortured me every day, and starved me to death."

Thinking of the painful experience before he died, the mummy let out a hysterical roar. He looked around nervously, and a look of horror suddenly appeared on his face.

"She's coming, she's coming soon, and she's coming to torture me again."

With a loud cry, the mummy dug open the thick straw, dug the floor frantically with both hands, and got under the ground in an instant, then stretched out another withered hand, re-buried itself with the dug out soil, and grabbed a few indiscriminately. Cover with straw.

"Hehehe~"

A burst of laughter came from behind, Luo Xingchen turned around and took a few steps back, a white figure in a long skirt slowly walked in from the wall.

Zhao Shiyun's severed head had returned to her neck, and was stitched together with flesh-colored thin thread. In her hands, she was holding a stretched transparent fishing line.

Wang Dali was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he slumped on the ground leaning against the wall.

Xu Changling was also terrified, his legs were as stiff as stakes, and he couldn't move.

Seeing that the three people in the cell had already been untied, the female ghost in white froze for a moment, then looked at Luo Xingchen with a sad expression on her face.

"Are you going to leave this manor?" Zhao Shiyun twisted her face, and grabbed her hair with a few fingers, "No, don't go, I'm so lonely here alone, stay with me."

Luo Xingchen had a new understanding of this female ghost named Zhao Shiyun.

The organ on the second floor and the secret room in the basement couldn't have been created by the robbers who just came here for a day. Maybe the gang just used the existing resources to let Zhao Shiyun suffer the consequences.

He took out the blade from his sleeve, hid it in his hand, and asked, "Did you kill Chef Wei?"

"No, it's really not me." Zhao Shiyun let go of her hair and stared innocently at Luo Xingchen, "Jia Qingyi's parents locked him in the room on the second floor connected to the bell."

Luo Xingchen looked at Zhao Shiyun quietly, and was silent for two seconds, "Because you threatened them with Jia Qingyi?"

Zhao Shiyun was stunned for a moment, and slowly raised the corners of her mouth, with a sinister smile on her face again, "Hehe, you guessed it right."

She swayed her long skirt, wrapped the fishing line around her fingers, and said with a mocking smile: "The man's body was chopped up and buried in the wheat field long ago, and the two old guys naively thought he was still alive. How stupid."

"And that stupid driver." Zhao Shiyun seemed to have thought of something extremely funny, and couldn't help covering the corners of her mouth with her hands, "I made some adjustments to the structure of this mansion that night, and made his room Moved to a high place, the door was facing the garage below, but he was just a little scared, he rushed out of the door without even looking at it, fell down with a bang, and fell into a pool of meat, it was ridiculous gone."

Luo Xingchen calmly walked a few steps towards Zhao Shiyun, and asked, "Where's Qian Xiaoyu?"

"Him? Forgive him, how is that possible!" Zhao Shiyun stroked the thin thread on her neck with her fingers, and said with a ferocious expression, "That stinky man dared to cut off such a beautiful head of mine, damn it, Damn it, I'm going to wring his head off too."

"Where is he?"

While Luo Xingchen was asking, he probably had an answer in his heart.

"Leave him alone." Zhao Shiyun floated in front of Luo Xingchen, wrapping her hands around his neck, and said with a smile, "Stay here, with us, brother clerk will be very happy too."

"Didn't your clerk brother die a year ago?"

Luo Xingchen looked at Zhao Shiyun, squeezed the blade tightly, pierced the tip of his index finger with the blade, and a drop of bright red blood slowly spilled out.

"He's here, in his own bedroom, all the time." Zhao Shiyun smiled strangely, her voice lowered a bit, "Didn't you notice him when we were chatting by the bed?"

"Kang Dang!" Seeing that Zhao Shiyun's attention was all on Luo Xingchen, Wang Dali originally wanted to sneak to the door first, looking for a chance to escape, but who would have thought that because he was too nervous, his heel accidentally touched the iron chain on the ground.

Zhao Shiyun was attracted by the sound, and immediately turned her head to look over.

"Damn stinky man, don't disturb other people's love affairs!"

She yelled, pulled the wire rope away with both hands, and quickly floated in the direction of Wang Dali with a smirk. She wrapped the tough fishing line around Wang Dali's neck, and was about to pull it hard, but one hand grabbed her from the side. wrist.

"what?"

Zhao Shiyun turned her head, and Luo Xingchen was standing beside her.

While grabbing her wrist, a sharp blade also slashed across the sky, instantly cutting the fishing line into two pieces, and detached from Wang Dali's neck.

Luo Xingchen retracted the blade, grabbed Zhao Shiyun's wrist with the other hand, and before the opponent could react, it was a shoulder throw with all his strength.

Zhao Shiyun flew to the corner of the wall, fell into the haystack, hit her head heavily against the wall, split the thin string and flew to the ground, spinning around several times.

"You hit me, and you actually hit me because of other stinky men." Zhao Shiyun growled sadly in a low voice.

She climbed out of the haystack, picked up the fallen head, and floated to the iron gate in a flash, holding her head on her chest with her hands, and said with a gloomy face, "No one is going to go out through this gate today."

"boom!"

Just as her voice fell, the door suddenly broke away from the door frame, flew into the room, passed through her body, hit the opposite wall heavily, and fell distorted on the withered grass on the ground.

Zhao Shiyun's bloodless face became even paler. She turned the head back in her hand and raised it over her neck. When she saw the person standing outside the door, her astonishment immediately turned into panic.

"You, how is that possible?"

She obviously changed the structure of this mansion, trapping Mo Jingyan in the changing space, it is absolutely impossible for the other party to find this place so quickly.

Mo Jingyan glanced at Luo Xingchen nonchalantly, seeing that the other person was fine, he felt relieved.

Because of the suddenly disrupted space, he lost Luo Xingchen's trace. It was the smell of blood on Luo Xingchen's body that guided him to find this place.

Zhao Shiyun was originally left in order to obtain more clues about Nether, but that female ghost dared to separate him from her future wife, it was simply unforgivable.

He raised the silver long-handled sickle, his face as calm as a winter lake.

"The time of rest has come."

At the same time as the voice fell, the sickle also waved towards the female ghost, cutting her in the middle.

"what!"

Zhao Shiyun's broken body burned in the air, struggling and twisting, accompanied by screams, and slowly turned into ashes.

"Master Mo, you've come." Xu Changling rushed forward excitedly, his face full of joy after the catastrophe.

"Why did you come here?" Wang Dali touched his slightly bloodstained neck and said with lingering fear, "I almost died at the hands of that female ghost."

Mo Jingyan glanced at Xu Changling and Wang Dali, put away his scythe, walked straight to Luo Xingchen, looked at him deeply, and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

"fine."

Luo Xingchen waved his hand casually, but the man standing in front of him grabbed his wrist and focused on the small wound on his fingertips.

Then, he slowly bent down, raised his hand, directly put the injured finger in his mouth, and started to suck gently.

"you……"

Luo Xingchen froze for a moment, feeling a warm and soft touch sliding over the skin of his fingertips, and the tingling pain from the wound disappeared instantly.

He regained his senses and quickly pulled out his finger. The skin on the fingertips was smooth and clean, without leaving any marks of being scratched by the blade.

Mo Jingyan let go of his hand, and said in a calm tone: "This is nothing."

Luo Xingchen moved his fingers, and said with some embarrassment: "Thank you."

It turned out that the other party just wanted to heal his wounds. He had seen too many perverts, so he misunderstood the kindness of others.

This exorcist is really powerful, the wound heals after licking it, just as powerful as the civet named Ke Ke.

Seeing this scene, Wang Dali's eyes lit up, he stretched his neck quickly, and shouted eagerly: "Well, Master Mo, I still have a wound on my neck, it hurts to death, can you treat me too? "

Mo Jingyan turned his head and glanced at Wang Dali indifferently, there was no wave in his eyes, and he had no intention of going forward for medical treatment at all.

Although there was hardly any expression on Mo Jingyan's face, Wang Dali inexplicably felt that there was a moment of murderous intent in those black eyes, which made him shiver in shock, and quickly shrank his neck.

Wang Dali swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said in a low voice: "Well, I don't want to trouble you, I don't hurt, it really doesn't hurt at all."

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"small theater"

Luo Xingchen stretched out his finger towards Mo Jingyan, and there was a blood spot smaller than the eye of a needle on the fingertip.

Mo Jingyan: Leave it to me!

Mo Jingyan grabbed Luo Xingchen's wrist and put his fingers into his mouth.

Wang Dali stretched his neck towards Mo Jingyan, bleeding out from the whole circle.

Mo Jingyan: Leave it to me!

Mo Jingyan grabbed Wang Dali's neck and twisted his head off at once.