This sentence was put down, but the monsters didn't understand for a while, and looked at each other in amazement.

Only the No. 013 tanuki demon flashed an uncertain look in his eyes.

"I'll ask you again, to be honest." The corners of Meng Heng's mouth were slightly raised, but there was no smile in his eyes.

The tanuki's hand quietly clenched into a fist.

He has had enough of it for so many days, and he is forced to go up the mountain to eat grass every day, not to mention, and he is forbidden to use spiritual power, running from the east of the city to the west of the city with his foot power, and then jumping from the south of the city to the north of the city, saying that what is "running exercise", in fact, it is to torture them in disguise, in order to vent their personal anger.

When did these demons suffer such tribulations?

He couldn't stand it anymore, and he missed the taste of human flesh like crazy, so he ran to the dark alley with the boy on his back, killed a beggar who was left unattended, and feasted on it.

But now that he has been discovered, he can only ......

The tanuki raised his eyes and quickly glanced at the smiling young man in front of him, and secretly clenched his fists buried in his sleeves, and a desperate ruthlessness crossed the corners of his eyes.

"That's the truth." He said obediently, but at this point there was a pause, and his tone changed, and the fists buried in his sleeves suddenly turned into sharp claws, and struck at the boy.

"Suffer death!" The tanuki squeezed this sentence out of his teeth, his eyes glaring at the boy involuntarily.

Meng Heng still had a light and breezy smile. But the gentleness in his eyes disappeared in an instant.

The clouds and rolling waves in the sky filled the air, and the originally clear and clean eyes seemed to open an abyss that could not be seen to the end, and suddenly pulled the other party down tightly.

In just a moment, the tanuki was stunned and had no power to resist.

However, Meng Heng frowned imperceptibly.

At the moment when he had just cast the spell, he felt the familiar extreme cold and strange pain hit him again, and this time it was accompanied by the faint warm breath, but the entanglement of these two breaths made the pain several times stronger, so that he had to use all his will to resist it.

Meng Heng gritted his teeth fiercely, and the nails in the palms of his fists dug into the flesh.

He restrained the smile on his face, moved his lips, and gently spit out two words: "Squat." ”

The tanuki involuntarily followed the boy's instructions.

"Stand up." Meng Heng continued.

The tanuki straightened up obediently.

"Good, good." Meng Heng smiled and said, "Squat-stand up-squat-stand up...... It's so repeated, you can't stop without my orders. ”

The tanuki, who was still tense at the beginning, said a few words from the young man, and like a doll, he mechanically repeated the movement of squatting, standing up, squatting again, and standing up again.

Everyone present looked at the scene in front of them in amazement.

Meng Heng stood in the middle of this group of demons with his hands on his chest, and said in a deep voice: "As you can see, this new form of exercise is called 'squatting', if you are interested, I don't mind you doing it with him." ”

The elves shook their heads in unison.

"That being the case, I hope you all take this as a warning......" Meng Heng wanted to say something, but the sharp pain suddenly hit the whole world, and he felt as if there were thousands of ants biting in his heart, so he had to stop.

The young man closed his eyes and said softly, "Let's all disperse." ”

The goblins scattered in a hurry.

Meng Heng's face became more and more pale, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead at some point.

He stayed where he was for a long time, but he felt more and more dizzy and overwhelmed, and finally fell to the ground, his limbs curled up together involuntarily.

But at the moment of falling to the ground, his body inadvertently knocked down the celadon vase on the side, the vase shattered, and the sharp broken porcelain pieces cut through the young man's white palm, and blood gushed out.

At this moment, the boy seemed to smell something delicious, and his eyes burst with feverish desire.

*

Meng Heng's face was a little cloudy, his love rarely fluctuated like this, but the previous scene did bring him a lot of shock.

He had just drunk his own blood.

I thought it would be a disgusting feeling, but I didn't expect it to be like a jade liquid, almost making him lose control.

Even, with the inflow of this blood, the strange pain that kept tumbling in the body gradually disappeared, and at the same time, the body became extremely light.

Thinking of this, Meng Heng's expression became even more solemn.

Although he had already noticed that the original owner's physique seemed to be abnormal, he didn't expect this to be the case.

- bloodthirsty, and bloodthirsty for their own blood.

He had faced blood-gore before, but he had never had such a desire-gore, but combined with the scene just now, it could be inferred that there were two situations.

First, he only has the urge to be bloodthirsty when a strange pain strikes him; Second, only his own blood can arouse his bloodthirsty impulses.

A gloomy smile twisted into Meng Heng's face.

He is a hypnotist who has seen all kinds of strange things that ordinary people can't see. For example, some people think that they are aliens who have been mistakenly left on the earth, and they will always do some strange things to themselves; Some people think that their constitution is different from ordinary people, and they often take their own blood for research......

It was a spiritual hell that ordinary people could not understand.

He didn't expect that he would set foot in it one day.

The corners of Meng Heng's mouth playfully provoked.

If there is hell in front of him, he will have to compete with the karmic fire of that hell; If there was only a shallow hook in front of him, he would just have to step on it with disdain, and that was it.

He sat up from the couch, shook his slightly wrinkled sleeves, stepped over the bloodstained broken porcelain, and walked out the door.

*

The last accident passed silently through the flowing days like a vignette, and seemed to leave no trace.

Meng Heng looked at the name card in his hand and frowned.

Chen Ping, the Criminal Prison Division of Shuntianfu.

This is the fourth consecutive day that Chen Ping has handed him a name post, and if he shirks it again, it seems a little unreasonable.

Counting the days, it seems that the date of the family banquet written on the name card is today.

"Xiao Luo, prepare the carriage." He said to Luo Yun, who was waiting for orders in front of him. Luo Yun answered, and ran away briskly, looking a little happy.

Chen Ping was going to invite him to celebrate the birthday of Lord Yin of Shuntian Mansion.

It was impossible for a high-ranking official of this level to personally write an invitation to invite a person from the rivers and lakes to attend his birthday family banquet, so he asked Chen Ping to invite Meng Heng in his own name.

For the psychology of the upper-class characters at this point, Meng Heng can still see through.

However, even so, he did not have much interest in these social interactions.

In the field of hypnosis, he has always relied on his own strength, which has been the case in the past and will be even more so in the future.

However, as for Chen Ping himself, he still has a little bit of affection for himself, this favor, Meng Heng remembers, so he can't save his face too much.

Thinking like this, Meng Heng got up and went to the east wing, which he used as a research room.

It was morning, the sun was shining from the east, and as soon as I opened the door, I was greeted by a fragrant and warm scent.

The east wing is home to a variety of herbs that the goblins have picked up the mountain. In addition to the stone iris that has been planted now, there are also shou wu vine, autumn poria and so on, among which there are some herbs, he ordered the goblins to apply spiritual power to extract the essence, wrapped in glutinous rice, made into a capsule, the effect can be twice the result with half the effort.

He took out a delicate small wooden box from the cabinet next to him, picked up some capsules that could calm his nerves and concentrate and put them in the wooden box, thought about it, and found a sachet made when he was idle on weekdays, put it in his cuffs, and then closed the door and left.

Later, he went back to the dormitory and changed into slightly formal clothes, then called Luo Yun and went out in a carriage.

I didn't think about it, and I met Chen Ping who was rushing to Cuiwei Forest Garden.

The young man exclaimed, "Yo, isn't this Xiao Luo!" Then he asked in surprise: "I knew that Little Brother Meng would definitely come!" Xiao Luo, is Dr. Meng inside? ”

But Luo Yun, who didn't wait to drive, replied, and heard a clear, good, and unhurried voice coming from the carriage: "Thanks to Brother Chen Ping's invitation, the younger brother doesn't dare not come." ”

Chen Ping couldn't help laughing.

The boy is always like this, since the day he met him on the street, he has always looked like he is not in a hurry or slow, when he is trying a case, when the situation is different, when he refuses people, and now he is like this.

It was said in a strict and cautious manner, but it would have been much more credible if it had not been for the hateful and pointless attitude in his tone.

Chen Ping lifted the carriage curtain and jumped in, waiting to stabilize his body, but he was stunned when he looked at the young man.

The curtain of the carriage was rolled up, and the sunlight from outside shone in, sprinkling the boy all over his body.

The young man was dressed in a water-blue brocade robe, which made his already somewhat pale face unusually fair, and his black hair was curled up high, tied with a moon-white Hetian jade crown, which added a bit of warmth and tranquility to the young man.

Chen Ping rarely saw a teenager dressed like this, he blinked a few times, laughed, patted the young man's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, people rely on clothes and horses to rely on saddles, little brother Meng, you are much more handsome than usual when you dress up like this!" ”

Meng Heng glanced at the young man, dodged the hand on his shoulder without a trace, and said lightly: "To celebrate the birthday of Lord Fu Yin, you can't lose your courtesy." ”

"Yes, yes." Chen Ping withdrew his hand a little embarrassed, glanced at the delicate wooden box placed on Meng Heng's side with his eyes wandering, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked, "Little Brother Meng, what is this?" But a congratulatory gift for Lord Fu Yin? ”