My Master is Lin Zhengying

Xiaoyu has been away for almost two months now, should he find a place to stay?

Nan Chen thought and smiled wryly.

At the same time, he was also recalling another cloud of black mist he encountered in the dream space.

Who is she? Could it be Shangguan Ronghui?

Will the Qijuemen find them?

Moreover, Qijuemen, a cult organization in a mere dimensional world, is there any conspiracy.

What kind of energy do you have?

They were able to pierce the dimensional wall and bring them in the real world to such a ghostly place.

What plans do they have?

Everything lingered in Nan Chen's mind that night.

However, there are no results and answers.

It wasn't until the rooster crowed that Nan Chen returned to the bed and fell asleep for a while.

Yizhuang returned to calm again.

The next morning, Qiu Shengwen got up early again, practicing spells and techniques assiduously.

Nan Chen breathed out cross-legged, and at the same time practiced the illusion technique moving heart seal.

But around ten o'clock in the morning, a security team member rushed into the Yizhuang.

Beads of sweat covered his face, and he looked anxious.

As soon as he entered Yizhuang, he shouted:

"It's not good, Uncle Jiu, he was born, something big happened."

Uncle Jiu was drinking tea, Qiu Shengwen was practicing techniques, and Nan Chen was also exhaling.

Hearing this voice suddenly, they all looked over.

Seeing that it was a security team member, he still looked anxious.

Nan Chen faintly felt something was wrong.

Uncle Jiu also stood up and said calmly:

"What's the matter, speak slowly?"

The security guard took a few deep breaths.

Then he said:

"Nine, Uncle Nine, Nintendo, Nintendo's body was stolen, stolen..."

As soon as these words came out, Nan Chen's heart skipped a beat.

It was only one day of burial, but twenty-four hours.

There are still people watching, so this was stolen?

Vaguely, Nan Chen felt that things might not be simple.

Uncle Jiu was stunned for a moment:

"The body was stolen, it should be under the control of your security team!

I'm the body collector, so I don't care! "

The security guard gasped again:

"Uncle Jiu, not only the body was stolen.

The two servants of the Ren family also died.

They died strangely, strangling each other to death.

Moreover, they all have this thing nailed to their chests! "

After finishing speaking, the servant took out a human-shaped piece of black paper and handed it to Uncle Jiu.

When Uncle Jiu saw the humanoid black piece of paper, he also took a breath.

Hastily took over:

"This is, puppetry..."

"The captain said, this matter has to come and ask you to go out.

Hurry up and go to the cemetery in the south of the city to have a look! "

The security guard hurriedly said.

Qiu Sheng's literary talents also looked at each other in dismay.

Nan Chen became even more inexplicably worried.

Buried yesterday, today the body is gone.