After the real daughter came back, the whole family was so angry that they were jumping up and down

Chapter 60 60 The girl is dirty and can’t have it anymore

The unlucky guy also fell down with missing arms and legs.

The red light in the cotton-padded jacket's eyes dissipated instantly. With quick eyes and quick hands, he ran over, picked up the unfortunate man's arms and legs and quickly stuffed them into his mouth, fearing that if he was a step too late, he would be snatched back.

The delicious ones are so delicious, the little jackets are so delicious that my eyes narrowed into little crescents.

The unlucky man's head...

"Ahhh... stop, no, no, no, shut up, shut up, what will I do if you eat it? What will I do?"

The unlucky guy is going crazy, please save his body.

Unfortunately, it has a bare head and can only be watched from a distance.

Siming twitched the corner of his mouth, picked up the unfortunate man's head and body, and grabbed the remaining leg.

He crumpled it into a ball and stuffed it into the mouth of the unlucky guy: "Get some new arms and legs yourself." It means, don't worry about the ones you've eaten.

Unlucky guy... He is really unlucky for eight hundred words.

I wanted to mess it up, so I just ended it.

But when he saw the green eyes of the cotton-padded jacket, he moved decisively.

It was afraid that the head would not be saved.

Siming put his finger on the cotton-padded jacket's forehead to block her sight, and refused righteously: "You can't eat it anymore." If you eat it again, you will really be unlucky.

The cotton-padded jacket pouted and stared at Siming.

The little face is puffy and a bit cute.

Siming smiled and rubbed her little hair.

Although the whirlpool just now couldn't do anything to her, her little fried hair was weathered by the wind and rain.

This will make you more free-spirited and unbridled.

Siming rubbed it like this again, and Xiao Zhaomao immediately let himself go, and the demons danced wildly.

Holding back a smile, he comforted her: "Good boy, there is a newly opened roast duck restaurant. I will take you to eat when I am done."

The cotton-padded jacket suddenly changed its expression and smiled so much that his back teeth were exposed: "I want to eat a lot, even the little gourd."

Siming glanced at her little gourd, ready to eat and take it.

Stinky girl, when it's time to be shrewd, she's unambiguous.

"Row."

When Zhao Guoyan ran over, the place was already calm. Looking at the mess on the ground, he was still a little stunned: "Is everything okay?"

Siming shook his head: "It's okay. This is the main suspect. Let's take him back for trial."

He pointed at the old man lying on the ground next to him, who was bleeding and not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The cotton-padded jacket was really ruthless. If the old man had not had any skills, his body might have been smashed into pieces by the cotton-padded jacket.

The head knocked over an incinerator weighing several tons, but it only bled a little, and no brains were exploded, which is what the iron head was.

This old man is definitely a strange person.

But after all, he is still a human being with a mortal body. If he falls into the hands of a cotton-padded jacket, he is lucky to be alive.

Si Ming is not worried about him using special means to escape now.

Although the old man is quite capable, he has a broken belly and relies on his spiritual energy to survive, so he cannot escape.

Zhao Guoyan was silent. He really didn't dare to look at the old man's misery. He always felt that he had missed something, but he didn't ask any more questions.

Seeing the severed limb in the cotton-padded jacket's arms, he hesitated for a moment: "Is this real? Isn't it a mold?"

Only then did Siming notice what was in the cotton-padded jacket's arms, and his forehead twitched. He wanted to drag the smelly girl over and give her a good beating.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "What are you doing holding this?" This thing couldn't be more real.

The cotton-padded jacket happily thrust the severed limb into Siming's face: "It's the grandson. I found the grandson."

Si Ming Zhao Guoyan's expression was a little stiff. Luo Fuxu had been missing for several days. According to the unlucky man, he died on the day he disappeared.

Then this severed limb will last for several days.

The weather is getting hotter and the temperature here is high.

The taste and color texture are palpable.

Fortunately, there is a stink everywhere here. They don't think it is very smelly, but in their arms...

At this moment, their sympathy for Luo Fuxu disappeared.

"Isn't it smelly?" Siming asked through gritted teeth.

Cotton Jacket shook his head: "I'm holding my breath." Siming snorted, not stupid enough.

"Captain Zhao, there should be a lot of victims' bodies here, and we need someone to look for them."

"I have to find their souls."

Zhao Guoyan sighed and nodded. He didn't expect that there was such a place right under his nose in Jinghai City. .

"Leave this place to me. I hope Captain Si can find them all and enter reincarnation. In the next life, they can die in peace and no longer suffer."

"I try my best."

Si Ming took the cotton-padded jacket and the unlucky guy, whose soul had faded a bit after reshaping his body, to find the place where the cotton-padded jacket saw Luo Fuxu's soul body.

Luo Fuxu's severed limb was given to Zhao Guoyan, and he didn't know if the rest could be recovered.

The cotton-padded jacket was empty in his arms, but Siming always felt that the girl was dirty and couldn't take it anymore.

He forced her to change her clothes, and she finally looked more comfortable.

The cotton-padded jacket has a small gourd, and there are a lot of things bought by Siming stuffed inside.

All the belongings that should be the cotton-padded jacket are inside.

The room she lived in at Mian's house contained nothing but a bed and a wardrobe fixed to the wall.

If it weren't for the trouble of making the bed every day, she might even take away the bed.

Even if Si Ming had never seen the bare walls of Mian's room, he could still imagine her kindness.

His eyes fell on the little paws of the cotton-padded jacket again, and he remembered that she had just stuffed the unlucky guy's arm into her mouth with her hand.

command...

The whole person is not well.

He wanted to take the cotton-padded jacket back and wash it thoroughly from the inside out, but he couldn't bear it.

The cotton-padded jacket looked at his superior with disgust and tangled eyes, and took out a snack in a daze.

Simingtian Linggai tightened his grip: "You are not allowed to eat it. Go back and wash it before eating it."

Padded jacket? ? ?

Siming threatened with roast duck, but Mian Jiao finally gave in and took the snacks back to Xiao Gourd.

Without the old man's obstruction, Mian Jiao easily sensed that Luo Fuxu's soul was in the garbage dump.

However, the restriction in that place has not disappeared or weakened. When Mian Jiao went to "see" it, it was still a bit hard. It probably wasn't the old man's fault.

The location is deep in the garbage dump, in an abandoned dry well.

In addition to Luo Fuxu, there are many ghosts and monsters inside.

They are affected by restrictions and phantom formations. They have no independent consciousness and only have murderous instincts.

They were fighting and devouring each other, and the scene was very tragic.

This kind of formation that confuses the mind is generally used to cultivate high-level ghosts.

Just like a person who raises Gu insects, he puts all the Gu insects together and lets them fight. The one who survives to the end is the Gu King.

During this period, there are countless ghosts and spirits needed.

The process was brutal, and the things that were cultivated were also very vicious.

Siming hated such things deeply.

For such people, it is even faster to get rid of them.

Breaking restrictions is easy, Si Ming is good at it.

After the restrictions and formations were broken, without the influence of the formations, the ghosts and monsters were no longer bloodthirsty, their expressions were dazed, and they were floating around in a daze.

Siming put them into his scimitar and prepared to go back and eliminate the evil spirits from their souls.

Whether he can be reincarnated or not is hard to say.

They are no longer pure souls. They are not like unlucky ghosts. They are just hit with misfortunes and have not caused any killings. They are not affected by reincarnation.

The cotton-padded jacket looked at it eagerly, greedily.

Ignored by Siming.

But among these people, there are not a dozen missing people.

Si Ming had already predicted that the person who specifically picked people with extreme Yin horoscopes must have some purpose and would not put them here.

The ones here, I don’t know when, where, or by what means they were obtained, just like Luo Fuxu.

(End of this chapter)