Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

"Do not doubt us?" Feng Ji asked and raised his eyebrows. He felt that this middle-aged man could be so calm when he encountered such a thing, but it was also a personal thing.

"Don't dare."

The middle-aged man said with a slight bow. The other party’s strength has long been known, even if it has not been handed over, but these unfathomable people are clearly led by this red woman, how can he let go of random speculation.

Feng Jiu walked forward and his voice was a little careless. He said: "The death of your daughter is really not related to us. As my people just said, they will take your life easily and will not make it. So troublesome."

She said, came to the middle-aged man, the pace was slightly, said: "However, I am also curious, this small village looks calm, how can there be murder, and it is also linked to us Let us be doubted by you."

Listening to this, the middle-aged man was slightly stunned and looked up at her with a look. She looked down on her cold eyes. He hesitated. "I have already asked people to ask if there are strangers coming in and out last night. Maybe There will be news for a little more."

"If I don't mind, I can help you see it." Feng Jiu said.

It was said that the middle-aged man had a glimpse of it. After a slight pause, he snarled: "There is work." Saying, make a gesture of asking.

"Other people don't have to follow." Feng Jiu looked back at Du Fan and gave them a look.

"Yes." They responded with a sigh of coldness and cold frost, letting them both catch up.

The two of them sneaked their heads and went to the private house not far from the middle-aged man with Feng Jiu. They entered the middle, and the middle-aged man hesitated. He said: "The little girl died when she was extremely painful. Madame Mo was scared."

Feng Jiu smiled slightly: "Not much can scare me."

The middle-aged man came to the bed and looked at the neat daughter who had been dressed in the bed. His eyes were full of sorrow: "In the morning, when the guard came to call the door, there was no movement. My wife would call in person. Who knows that after opening the door, I will come. By the bed, I saw that she was dead."

His voice was slightly stunned and slightly choked: "From the perspective of her body's stiffness, it should have been killed in the middle of the night last night. There is no wound on the body, only the scar on the neck, but the spiritual power of one body. It’s all lost.”

Feng Jiu stood by the bed and looked down. The gaze fell from the woman's hand to her neck. She saw a scar with a reddish red color. It was obviously pulled out by her hand. However, she gave a rough look. But knowing that the fatal is not the trace of this neck.

His eyes fell on the woman's face, and when he looked at it carefully, he slowly said: "She is not killed, but the blood of her body is sucked and killed."

As soon as I heard this, the middle-aged man glanced: "What, what? A blood is sucked and killed? This is impossible. If the blood is sucked and killed, it will only be left. A layer of skinny, how can it..."

"Do not believe? You try to scratch her fingers and see if there is no blood flowing out." Feng Jiu said, he has turned and walked outside.

Looking at the red woman who turned and walked outside, the middle-aged man glanced at her daughter, so she broke her finger, but saw that there was no flow out of the mouth that was scratched on the finger, even a drop of blood. Did not see it.