Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

The man looked obviously happy and ran to show Cheng Xiu the way.

"Young master, follow me."

Rongshen looks at Cheng Xiu's back, her brows are tight. She doesn't follow her. Her eyes are full of anger. She only thinks that the cub who has been raised for three years will disobey her. Although Chengxiu didn't listen to her before, for example, when Zhenhe village went over the wall, it didn't make Rongshen angry at that time.

She coldly watched Cheng Xiu go in, then turned around and went in the opposite direction.

Why do you keep the disobedient cub?

The door behind him is closed. Cheng Xiu stops walking. He turns around and looks out through the door that has not been completely closed. There is no one in the place where Rong Shen was standing.

Rongshen left.

Suddenly aware of this, Cheng Xiu immediately panicked. He didn't care what he was angry about. He called "deep" and raised his feet as if he were running outside.

But after sipping his lips for a long time, he didn't speak much. Suddenly, he spoke in a low voice. Just as he wanted to run outside, he stopped him with one hand.

The man who invited him in looked at him with a smile and said, "young master, my master is still waiting for you."

Cheng Xiu struggled, but the door was closed. The man put his hand over Cheng Xiu's mouth, lifted him up and strode inside, with strange excitement on his face.

Cheng Xiu's little sugar man, which he held tightly in his hand, fell to the ground. The sugar man broke, but a thin golden light flew out of the broken sugar man. He caught up with the person who left and got into Cheng Xiu's eyebrows.

No one found this scene.

"Go in!" Cheng Xiu was thrown into a room by the man. He fell a little painful, but he didn't care about the pain. He turned over and got up, climbed to the door and pulled the door, but the door didn't move.

There was no light in the room. It was dark. Cheng Xiu couldn't see anything, but there was a slight movement behind him. His body was stiff for a moment. He turned back to look into the room, lips pursed, and there was a flash of panic in his clean eyes.

In the dark gradually emerged a ray of light, the light more and more Sheng, more and more Sheng, the quiet cold light in the dark, appears extremely strange.

When Cheng Xiu saw the light thing, his eyes were full of doubts and panic.

What glows is a picture. There is only one person in the picture. He is wearing a cassock and half of his arms are bare. He holds a dead wood in one hand and closes his eyes in front of him. He is clearly a monk with beautiful appearance and a cinnabar mole at the end of his eyes. It seems that he is evil and beautiful, but the whole person exudes a Buddha nature.

The face of the man in the painting is very similar to Cheng Xiu, which is Cheng Xiu when he grows up.

Cheng Xiu was flustered and called out subconsciously: "deeply..."

However, the monk in the painting suddenly raises his eyes and touches him. When Cheng Xiu's eyes hurt, he subconsciously covers them. When he opens them again, the scene changes.

In July, especially at noon, the sun is too strong to open one's eyes.

"Just take a turn ahead." The housekeeper wiped his sweat and pointed to the front. Since half a month ago, women have been crying in the evening. The lady who used to live in this courtyard saw a ghost with hair on her head standing by the bed in the middle of the night. She has been scared sick for half a month, and the servant girls and boys in the courtyard have been dead for several months. Now people in the mansion are in a panic, and many servants are sold We all need to get out.