Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

An old couple of the Lin family had only one daughter. The man with white hair gave the man with black hair away. Master Lin didn't catch his breath and died on the spot. Her husband and daughter were gone, and Mrs. Lin didn't mean to live alone. She set fire to the whole Lin family, and Mrs. Lin, master Lin and the daughter were burned clean together.

All the Lin family members died, and the Lin family was burned. Even if the government wanted to investigate the murderer, it was impossible to start the investigation. The matter became an unsolved case in the tragedy. But a few days later, a man died in the town. This time, it was a young man. It was said that when he was found by his family, he lay on the bed and was sucked dry by something, leaving a layer of skin wrapped in the bone.

This incident immediately alarmed the people in the town. It was said that ghosts made trouble. The government found a Taoist priest to do a ritual, and the town was calm for three days. Then another corpse appeared.

Come and go for more than half a month. In addition to the three members of the Lin family at the beginning, every three days a young man in the town must have been sucked out of his flesh and blood and died. The famous Taoists and monks around, together with the volunteers, have invited more than a dozen of them, and they have not been able to find the ghost.

"According to the previous interval, there will be another accident tonight." When the upright man spoke, his hands touched his waist consciously.

Rong Shen's eyes swept over his waist and nodded suddenly. "No wonder I didn't see anyone today. However, why are the three members of the Lin family also classified as ghosts?"

At the moment, there are not many people on the first floor of the inn, including the street outside. There are not many people walking. I'm afraid they all hide.

"Miss Lin's death is also extremely tragic, not only the flesh and blood, but also the skin. When she was found, there was only a bone left."

The reason why master Lin swallowed his anger on the spot may be that he was scared by this scene.

There is something wrong with these words, so the person didn't say it.

But Rong Shen picked an eyebrow. Before waiting for her to say anything, there was a flash of hesitation on her face. Suddenly he took out two red silk threads from his arms and handed them to Rong Shen, saying: "if the girl can trust me, take this with your brother. In case that ghost comes to you tonight, maybe this one can help."

It was just a very common red silk thread. It was so thin that it seemed that it could be pulled off with one hand. It didn't look as good as the girl's head rope. But Rongshen took it and said thanks to her.

The man saw that Rong Shen didn't refuse, and his face also showed a smile.

Rong Shen immediately pulls Cheng Xiu's hand to help him take it, but Cheng Xiu shrinks his hand to avoid it.

When Rongshen talks to the people at the table next door, Cheng Xiu keeps silent and purses his lips. When those people say that he is Rongshen's younger brother, he doesn't retort as he did yesterday.

"What's the matter?" Rong Shen looked at him, then looked down at the rope in his hand. Suddenly, he crossed the table, made a short repair, lowered his voice and said, "although the rope looks a little ugly, it's really useful."

With that, she looked at Cheng Xiu and winked at him.

Cheng Xiu pursed his lips and looked at her. Suddenly he put aside his face, but his lips could not help bending out a radian.

Rong Shen smiles, bends his eyes, sits back in his position, reaches out his hand again, pulls his hand over, and ties the red silk thread to Cheng Xiu's wrist.

After tying it, she just took a look at it, and Cheng Xiu suddenly said, "I'll tie it for you."