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

Seeing this scene, the mother-in-law couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. She also knew that this child was the only person left in this mansion who was related to the housekeeper.

The murderer may kill the child by design at any time.

In fact, when she heard that she was arranged to take care of this child, she was a little reluctant.

After all, if one is not careful, this child will be affected and innocent people will die.

But this child is really pitiful. I don't know why he has been unable to speak. People in the house have been talking about it because his parents violated ethics and suffered retribution.

She also felt sorry for the child, so she agreed to take care of him.

"Has he never been able to speak?" Song Ting stared at the child who was sitting on the couch and crying, but didn't speak a complete sentence.

The old woman nodded: "This child is also poor. He has been slower than other children to learn things since he was a child, but luckily he is the housekeeper's only son, so he has not suffered any serious injuries."

Song Ting saw that the child didn't speak but kept crying, so he couldn't help saying to his mother-in-law: "You should put some medicine on him first, it's not good for him to keep crying like this."

The mother-in-law nodded, and rummaged through the room. She found an ointment, and carefully applied it on the child.

After the effect of the medicine took effect, the child finally stopped being noisy.

Without his crying, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Song Ting thought he could breathe a sigh of relief, but he didn't expect the child to start arguing again after a while.

He looked over and saw that the woman also seemed helpless, she walked towards the child slowly, hugged him, and comforted him softly.

But for some reason, the child kept crying, and the mother-in-law couldn't coax her well.

She thought it was the same as before, he was not feeling well, so she opened his clothes and checked them carefully.

After checking, she frowned. There was nothing strange about him.

Song Ting saw the child babbling in his mouth, and ran desperately into the arms of the mother-in-law.

Song Ting didn't know what the child was going to do, and his eyes turned around the child several times.

Noticed his eyes were fixed on the pastry on the table.

Song Ting's eyes froze on the child's wrinkled face from crying, is he hungry?

But hadn't they just given him something to eat?

The woman also realized at this time, she smiled: "So he is hungry."

"Then give him something to eat." Song Ting said, "Why does he get hungry so easily?"

"Children are always like this." The woman took the child to the table and gave the child a piece of pastry.

The child pawed at the piece of pastry, ate several in one go, and was finally satisfied after eating.

After eating, he pestered the old lady back to play on the couch.

Song Ting shook his head helplessly, followed him back, and sat down beside him.

It was gradually getting late at night, and the night was dark, and a voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Tuk Tuk..."

There was a knock on the door from outside. After a brief sound, there was a sound like fingernails scratching wood from behind the door. The sound was sharp and dull, very harsh.

Several people looked up together.

The door they closed seemed to be shaking slightly.

Several people looked at each other, Song Ting held a saber and walked forward quietly, Song Ting walked to the door.

He stood in front of the door. This door was old, and there were sawdust in some places, and there were some deep signs of damage.

Song Ting stretched out his hand and lightly touched the door panel with his fingers. The warm yellow light in the room made his fingers whiter, and his hand cast a shadow on the door.

Song Ting gently pushed the door open, and a gust of cool wind blew in as soon as the door was pushed open.

The wind brushed over Song Ting's cheeks, blowing his loose hair, and a few strands of hair were entwined between his eyebrows and eyes.

There was silence outside the door, Song Ting looked around and saw nothing.

He checked it carefully again, and found nothing. He raised his hand to close the door.

A strong wind suddenly blows from outside the door, facing Song Ting head-on, Song Ting closes his eyes unconsciously.

The few people inside the door were also blinded by the wind, and the things in the room were tilted to and fro. Song Ting heard a voice coming from behind him, but it seemed that he couldn't really hear it through a layer of cotton.

Faintly heard the cry of the child.

Song Ting hastily turned his back and opened his eyes, without the wind blocking him, he could clearly see the situation inside the room this time.

He saw a man in black with a black veil covering his face holding a child, who had been knocked out by him and held in his arms.

Next to him was the woman who looked after the child.

Seeing this, Song Ting immediately pulled out the saber from his waist and rushed towards the man.

The others also reacted at this moment, turning around like Song Ting.

Seeing that something was wrong, the man in black quickly hugged the child in his arms. He was very close to the window here, so he pushed open the window, turned over and escaped from the room.

Several people followed him and turned out of the window.

Song Ting was the first to catch up. He saw the direction in which the man was fleeing, so he quickly chased after him.

Several people were chasing in the night, Song Ting followed closely behind the man in black with the blessing of soul power.

This man is very familiar with the terrain of the mansion, and Song Ting was almost thrown off by him several times.

Song Ting remembered that a little further ahead was Zou Lin's yard.

From a distance, it seemed that there was a light in his room.

The man in black rushed over there, and Song Ting quickly caught up.

But for some reason, the man in black disappeared immediately here.

Song Ting stopped in doubt. He looked around. The landscape layout here was already very complicated. Logically, Zou Lin, a literati, shouldn't like the fresh, elegant, simple and indifferent layout?

Song Ting walked around Zou Lin's yard a few times. The yard looked simple but actually it was very difficult to walk around.

Song Ting searched for a while but couldn't find the man in black, so he had to go to the door of Zou Lin's room, and he knocked on the door here lightly.

"Tuk Tuk..."

"come in……"

Song Ting pushed open the door, saw Zou Lin buried in a pile of official documents, and slowly raised his head when he heard the voice.

Seeing that it was Song Ting who came, he smiled at him: "I don't know why Mr. Song is here?"

Seeing that his expression was normal, Song Ting didn't seem to notice anything strange about the yard, so he couldn't help but paused: "The murderer appeared just now, and he captured the child. I chased him all the way here, did you notice it in the room? What's different here?"

"I've been working here, and I haven't found anything unusual." Zou Lin replied, looking into Song Ting's eyes.

His eyes were calm, without any evasion in his eyes, as if he was stating a fact.

Song Ting withdrew his gaze, and he smiled: "The murderer should be someone from the mansion. I chased him to this place and he disappeared. For the sake of Mr. Zou's safety, I'd better check Mr. Zou's room. "

"Then I will trouble you." Zou Lin sat on the spot: "I have been busy with business recently, please forgive me for any inconvenience."