Especially the first stupid big guy, I asked him for a long time and couldn't speak, and he didn't look like he was very easy to use.

The second is also, if he hits someone for no reason, it doesn't mean that he can't tell whether he is angry or excited. I was trembling and didn't know what I wanted to say.

It wasn't until I met the third one, this little guy who looked about the same as me, who looked a little chattering.

But somehow, some things to do, but still make me feel that he doesn't have the same nerves as other people.

I think so, but that doesn't mean I've let my guard down on this guy.

I've come to this point now, and there is weirdness up and down in this general's mansion, and now I don't believe it except myself.

Little by little, the soul was pulled away from this body, and a sense of lightness gradually descended from the top of the head.

But it's not in a day. Walking as I did before, I was already starting to miss the way I used to get around.

Because I am now imprisoned in this person's body, I can only rely on two pairs of fleshy feet for everything, and I can't go anywhere I want to go like I used to, just say a spell and go along the way, and occasionally when I'm in a good mood, I can float wherever I want.

Hey, sometimes it's better to think about it, it's useless to be intrigued without them, they are so eager for quick success, and most importantly, I don't have to be tired of survival.

Anyway, whether you eat or not, whether you sleep or not, it doesn't matter to the ghost, and the time is free, and you can go wherever you want, without fetters.

Gradually, my soul had left this body, first my head, and then behind me, and half of my shoulders poking out.

My eyes are now able to look around, and my posture is like that. Carried high by the possessed flesh.

But the feeling of being carried up is really cool, just to see far away, for the group of family members who are silently bowing their heads next to me.

I saw in the middle of this courtyard, on the round platform where the three soldiers had put the little boy on him.

At this time, a black mist was hovering above, and in the center of that mist, there was a faint red light.

Until then, the red light that had been shining on our heads was just a few illusion talismans floating in the air.

Are you sure this is a summoned saint, and not a charlatan hired by the general's office?

For a well-informed old ghost like me, this scene in front of me really made me feel a little disappointed, was the saint who had been told by those families how powerful she was, but it turned out to be just a bunch of guys who would hide in the black smoke and pretend to be ghosts.

Any demon soul I've seen in the Nine Hells is more magnificent than it! What's more, since this guy chooses to hide in the black mist, he should be extremely afraid of being seen in the real body.

The more he kept it secret, the more it piqued my curiosity.

I wanted to see what he looked like under the black fog and red light, but everything was as I wanted, and the more I wanted to see the real face of that guy, the more she seemed to know, and the more she wouldn't let me see it.

The black mist in the center of the courtyard was mixed with red light, as if he was doing something with his back to me, and the corpse of the little boy who had died before his death was now twitching strangely.

I see that he looks sneaky, it shouldn't be like he is saving people, if you want to say that he is sucking people's body essence, it is even more impossible.

Because these things can only be absorbed when people are alive, and the little boy in front of him has been dead for a long time, if you want to get some essence or something from him, it should no longer exist.

So ruling out the first two possibilities, this guy will only be left in the future, either eating his heart, or trying to hide himself in the smoky body and possess himself into this dead corpse.

But when I thought about it, I felt that something was wrong, and since that guy wanted to possess him, why didn't he choose one, like me. What about the bodies of living people who are still alive and kicking?

And do you want to choose a dead man's corpse that has been dead for a long time and has a hole in his body?

I don't understand, I don't understand! Demonic and evil minds like theirs are really harder to guess than women's minds.

The more incredible you feel, the more common and common it seems to them.

In fact, thinking about it this way, it doesn't seem that there is anything wrong with it, don't these guys just rely on this kind of sword to go off the beaten path and thoughts, and cultivate this kind of rebellious evil art from a faction?

I had been lying on this physical body at my feet and looking closely, just to wait for the right moment, or a lucky moment, to catch a glimpse of the saint they described as very mysterious.

The sound of bells around this courtyard is getting clearer and clearer.

I knew that it was because this leftover girl was doing something, and I didn't know it, and I thought she had strayed into the small courtyard of one of the beautiful women.

I don't think there's any need for a guy with such an ugly appearance to be described as a leftover woman. His image speaks for itself.

And most importantly, and most ridiculously, the man who is called the Holy Woman, is a woman! Why did he choose a man's body as the object of possession?

Could it be that this guy has something to do with research and development or psychopathology or something?

The more I thought about it, the more intimidated I was by the thought, oh my God, don't let me run into this kind of person, if I might be provoked by my temper, the scene will be very ugly.

But I don't know why, is it because that guy found out about my existence, the more I want to see its true face, the more he turns around, all the time with his back to me, that black smoke of me, how can I see clearly.

I'm, feelings, is he really playing tricks on me?

He's really a leopard master, isn't my time time?

I'm still in a hurry to go back early, and when I see Lord Bai and Lord Night reporting the situation to them, he is grinding like this, don't you know how to possess him?

No, if you really don't know these things, you can humbly ask me for advice, right?

If I'm in a good mood, maybe I can guide you and help you achieve yourself, but you're delaying and delaying like this now, not only delaying everyone's time, but also delaying yourself, right?

It's really, I don't know how to pretend to understand that I hate this kind of person the most.

I muttered the mundane words in my mind, but my eyes were intently watching the movement of the dark shadow, and since it was silent all around, only the sound of a few bells rang in my ears.