Lord Pluto: Ghost messengers catch ghosts in the human world every day

Wu Liang was also relieved, and he agreed: "Yes, yes, you have to eat enough before you can have more strength to find the murderer."

Just now, in order to quickly check these people, they have been holding back, and they haven't eaten dinner or lunch. By now, they are already starving.

"After eating, let's have a good rest." Xue Yao said: "Everyone is tired."

A few people nodded, they were indeed tired, the night was very dark, the sky was dark and black.

Several people were sleeping in the room next to that room.

The others haven't come back yet, they have already arranged someone to be on duty, and several people stay in that room with Luo Yu every night.

Xue Yao and the two priests were guarding there tonight.

Xu Mata hasn't come back yet.

Song Ting returned to the room, he lay down on the inner bed in the room, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

At midnight, the night was as dark as ink, and the surroundings were quiet. Song Ting was lying on the bed and fell asleep.

His quilt was covered up to his stomach, his arms were casually draped over it, his eyes were closed, and the dark eyelashes like butterfly wings cast a shadow under his eyes.

His chest rose and fell slightly, and he slept peacefully. The red totem on his arm slowly glowed dark red.

The dark red light in the dark night, the scarlet color combined with the deep ink color, is very eye-catching.

Song Ting's jet-black hair suddenly had a few strands of white hair, his skin became dull, and the ups and downs of his chest became weaker and weaker.

In his sleep, he didn't feel anything that happened to him, and he still slept soundly.

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Early the next morning, Song Ting woke up naturally from a deep sleep. He got up from the bed, stretched his waist, and raised his arms upwards, revealing his strong waist.

After doing this, he felt a little tired for no reason.

There was a bed on the ground, the quilt on it was very messy, it seemed that Xu Mata had woken up and went out.

He took a comb and combed his hair casually a few times, and a few strands of hair fell off directly.

Song Ting held his hair that fell on the ground, with a look of surprise, what's going on? !

How could he lose so much hair all of a sudden? !

He picked up his fallen hair and looked closely at it. There were a few strands of silvery white in the dry hair.

Song Ting pinched a few white hairs, eyes confused, when did he have so many white hairs?

Inadvertently saw the skin of his arm, the skin was dull, sallow and dull.

He froze in place, what happened to him?

He touched his hair, and then his skin, which seemed rough to the touch.

He quickly found a mirror, lowered his head, and leaned his head into the mirror.

I saw his current appearance vaguely in the mirror, with gray hair, dry and sallow face, and he seemed to be a few years older.

Song Ting stretched out his hand to caress his cheek in a daze, what's going on? !

Why did he suddenly look a few years older?

This is too strange! ?

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, could it be the totem on his arm? !

Thinking of this, Song Ting quickly opened his sleeves and looked at the totem on his arm.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but he feels that this totem seems to be more colorful than it was at the beginning...

He stroked his hair again, and indeed there were several strands of white hair for no reason.

He looked down at the totem on his arm. Nothing strange happened last night, but there was this totem on his arm.

Then this should be made by this totem, what is this totem...

Song Ting stroked his gray hair, and decided not to bother with him anymore, and he went straight out the door after tidying up for a while.

He walked all the way to the front hall, and in the front hall, other people were already here. Xu Yu was taken aback when he saw Song Ting like this for the first time.

"Brother Song, what's wrong with you?"

While speaking, he quickly ran to Song Ting, staring at Song Ting worriedly.

Other people also noticed Song Ting's strangeness and gathered around him one after another.

"What's the matter with you?" Wuliang stood on tiptoe, reached out to touch Song Ting's gray hair, then lifted the whisk in his hand, and compared the color difference between the two. He was surprised to find that the difference between the two The colors are almost the same.

"The color of this hair is almost as good as that of a poor man..." he joked.

Song Ting was a little helpless, but still said: "I suspect that this is caused by the totem that the woman got on me before."

As he spoke, he pushed up his sleeves, revealing the blood-red totem.

Xue Yao held his arm directly, lowered his head and carefully observed the totem on his arm.

"Is the color of this totem more vivid?"

Xue Yao stared at the totem closely, thinking that it was because of this totem that Song Ting became like this, he couldn't help feeling a little angry in his heart.

"I also found that the totem seems to have become more red, but the totem was not like this before last night. After one night, it became like this."

Song Ting recalled what happened yesterday, a trace of strangeness flashed in his eyes.

This totem was obtained on him by that woman, and that woman obeyed the orders of the people behind the scenes, so this should be the murderer who told this woman to do it.

What exactly is this totem?

After having this totem on his body yesterday, overnight, he became what he is now. His appearance is aging, his body's functions have declined, and he seems to be ten years older.

Moreover, he felt that the soul power in his body seemed to have weakened...

Song Ting stretched out his hand and squeezed it a few times. He felt that his soul power had no longer disappeared.

"How do you feel now?" Xue Yao stared closely at Song Ting's cheek.

"I feel like my body is losing energy." Song Ting said.

"This totem is really unprecedented, and I don't know how to untie it." Wuliang frowned his gray eyebrows, looking at the totem in Song Ting's hand: "Maybe only the murderer can untie it... ..."

"But where is the murderer? How did he commit the crime? We don't know anything about it. How can we find him?" Jing Ming's eyes showed melancholy. They couldn't save Song Ting if they couldn't find the murderer.

"The murderer must be hiding in this mansion, but we can't find him now... Shall we call everyone in the mansion here now?"

"Then let's ask someone to call all the other people in the mansion, and then check them one by one." Xue Yao said.

After he finished speaking, he went out directly, went to tell the servants in the mansion, and called all the other people in the mansion.

Song Ting felt that this method was useless. Since the murderer killed the butler here, according to the murderer's previous cunning and treacherous character, he must have already thought of a way to deal with it.

What's more, in the previous case of Princess Xian, the people behind the scenes used a kind of sachet, and that sachet could cover up the ghostly aura on him.

So the spells may not be useful, even if they try all the people in this mansion with the spells, they may not be able to find out the murderer hiding here.

Song Ting just wanted to persuade Xue Yao not to waste time, but it was useless.

But he turned his head and saw Xue Yaojian frowned, and his amber eyes showed anxiety.

Xue Yao cares about him very much...

For some reason, thinking of this, Song Ting's heart beat faster, and his heart softened into a ball of cotton.