"I'm back, little puppet."

"Hmm." The immature and somewhat silly voice responded to the funeral.

Pink and white hair, delicate facial features should be this young body. It's really pitiful.

Pseudo-Merliu played with the goblet of blood-red liquid in his hand.

The red wine in the glass has become slightly viscous due to the age. In the golden light, the amber light was reflected.

The burial snatched the wine glass, "You can't drink alcohol, little hypocrisy."

"It's just red wine" Mo Liu looked at the burial with a look of resentment.

"That's not going to work, I'm only a year old and I'm a big drinker. What to do in the future? "Qing Fu is like a parent, and he began to educate his mother-in-law painstakingly.

"Hey, it's okay if I'm a spirit animal." Merliu tried to explain.

"That's not going to work either." The burial poured red wine into the flower pot, which directly ended the topic.

The pseudo-Moliu is a koi demon hatched from the previous spirit egg in the Qing burial.

The burial is still quite expected, and the koi can bring good luck.

"Ah, the master is necrotic." Mo Liu pouted, "The master of the ancestral curse will be unlucky tomorrow for a whole day." ”

"Huh." I didn't care about the funeral, it was all a silent child's anger.

"Now, what do you want to eat?" Qing Fu looked at Mo Liu, who was squatting on the sofa with his head in his hands.

"Woo," Moliu suddenly cried, shouting, "I won't eat, you pay for my wine, woo woo." ”

It can be seen from the funeral that Mo Liu didn't even shed a word of tears.

"Do koi fish like to drink?" The burial was a little skeptical.

"The dish is ready, come and eat when you're hungry." It is estimated that Mo Liu has been squatting for half an hour.

"Don't eat it." Moliu directly refused to be buried.

"Then eat by yourself when you're hungry, and remember to brush the dishes." After the funeral, he returned to the study and began to write again.

Sherlock Holmes was a surprise success.

even said that Qing Fu wanted to write another detective mystery novel for the time being, and the reader simply didn't buy it.

He also shouted directly that he only watched Sherlock Holmes.

Although in the end, it is still a sentence "It's really fragrant." ”

And the author of Qingming Festival has become the idol of the majority of fans.

Of course, I didn't care much about the burial.

"Well, what about no one?"

No One Survives is also known as Ten Little Negroes, Nursery Rhyme Murder, Strange Case of the Lonely Island, Ten Little Indians, None Left, Ten Lives on the Lonely Island, etc

A long novel, so the Qing Funeral is not going to be published in the newspaper, after all, the Qingming Festival is already very famous.

It is estimated that it will be sent directly to the editor, and the editor will strongly recommend and publish it as soon as it sees that it is the Qingming Festival.

And the genre of fiction created by Qing Fu is also studied by many writers.

The story of the burial remembering that no one survived has been adapted into film and television works many times, and the cumulative sales of the works have exceeded 100 million copies.

This novel has been praised by Agatha Christie herself and detective fans as one of her best works, and occupies an important place in the history of detective fiction.

Therefore, Qing Fu feels that "No One Survives" can definitely be very popular in the world of ghost destruction.

"Let's write a few chapters first." Qing Fu looked at the gold wall clock and found that it was not too late, and picked up the pen and left black marks on the white paper.

"Sure enough, I went to eat obediently." Qing Fu observed Mo Liuzheng eating his food in a large gulp through the type of surgery left in the dining room.

"Damn, rob me of something." Mo Liu is still angry, but more of a grief and anger into appetite.

Her eyes are clear and transparent, innocent and moving, beautiful and graceful. The milk powder's hair is lazily draped around the waist, the small nose, and the delicate lips exude a charming luster, like flower petals, like pearls.

"Ahh There is still a year and a half left before Tanjiro goes to participate in the final election.

The organization has also developed very well, and it is already a chain all over the world.

Moliu watched the fish swimming in the pond in the garden because they were all koi.

They seemed to be having a good time.

"Xiao Qi, do you know, the master is really necrotic." Mo Liu was talking bad about the burial of the koi in the pool.

The fish in the pond also seemed to be able to listen to the words of the silent stream, and they were all still on the water.

"Well, there is also Xiaoliu, you also have to know that the master is very bad." Merliu began to bewitch another blue and white koi.

"It really is." Qing Fu held his head and felt that this spirit beast was too naïve after it was transformed.

Before I knew it, it was already ten o'clock in the evening, and Qing Fu rubbed his temples.

"Master, I caught a ghost at the level of the Twelve Ghost Moon." Dark Lent came in and reported.

"Oh." Qing Fu became interested and asked Dark Zhai carefully.

"Just like the owner said, there are numbers on the eyes and four stripes on the face." Dark Zhai responded respectfully.

Zero surplus, the next string.

If I remember correctly, this man often ran away when he was fighting with the pillars.

In the end, when the strings gathered, he was killed by Wu Miao because he disobeyed Wu Miao's words.

When Qing Fu thought about it, he found that several of Xia Xian seemed to have been killed by Wu Miao.

Wheel, sick leaf, kettle fish, and zero more than a few are the ultimate supporting characters who didn't appear much and were killed without misery.

And they all died en masse in Chapter 52.

These people have a supporting role, and there is nothing else except some basic information.

But no matter what people say, they have accepted the blood of no misery, and they can be regarded as the best among the ghosts.

Implant it with Hezi, I believe the benefits must be amazing.

"Where to stay?" The burial asked to the dark fast.

"The Last Room." Dark Ichizai responded.

"Hmm." Qing Fu nodded and said, "I'll go and see it right away." ”

In a cramped house, the petite limbs of the little son were tied to stone pillars with rusty iron chains.

Zero Yuzi cried loudly.

"Sure enough, it's really timid." Qing Fu remembers that this cargo ran away many times during the battle with the pillar.

"What a coward." The sound of the burial taunt reached the ears of Zero Yuzi.

"Don't kill me." The remnants prayed to the burial.

Lingyuzi was caught after being beaten by Dark Zhai last night.

The strength of Dark One Zhai can still easily defeat the lower strings, even if it is two or three winds at once, you can also fight.

The strength of Dark One Lent is probably equal to the first of the upper strings, the second of the black death, and the second of the upper strings, Tong Mo, plus half of the miserable.

Qing Fu held the jaw of the remnant, and his tone was full of temptation like a demon's whisper.

"Join us and become a mew."

"No, I don't want to die, if I betray Lord Wumiao, I'll be killed..." Obviously, Lingyuzi is not so loyal to Wumiao, she is just too timid and afraid of death.

Speaking of which, the remaining son actually cried.

"It's okay, I know how to lift the curse." Qing Fu said: "And if you refuse, you will be crushed to pieces now." ”

"Hmm." Zero-more son joins the eclipse bell and asks for a burial to spare her life.

"As of today, you're not a Twelve Ghost Moon. Zero, you are the ghost hunter of the eclipse clock. "The burial arrangement is also purposeful, after all, she should also know the whereabouts of some ghosts in the twelfth ghost month.

After the burial lifted the curse for Zero Yuzi, she absorbed a lot of RC cells.

The quality of the ghost is really good, and with her current combat power, she can rank twelfth in the eclipse clock.