Jiang Futing sat on the sofa and frowned, "Boss, this game is ...... from the case in reality" Luo Zhiqiu scratched his head, not knowing how to accurately describe the relationship between the two in two words.

"Connected, these two are connected~" Jiang Futing frowned and pondered.

"Yes, yes, boss, I think there must be a connection between them, otherwise there can't be so many coincidences~" Luo Zhiqiu said.

Jiang Futing opened his mobile phone, entered the game, and checked it carefully, and now he saw it more clearly, the special task must be completed within 24 hours, otherwise, he will be punished accordingly~

As for what kind of punishment it is, it didn't say it, Jiang Futing pinched his eyebrows, what the hell is going on? Why is a game related to reality?

Luo Zhiqiu floated to the window, looked at it, and floated back again, "Boss, it's not too early, that thing should be about to come to the door~"

Ordinary ghosts or other things, they usually have a small amount of energy, a big temper, and a strong obsession, and if they fail once, they will continue to visit.

Jiang Futing was silent for a moment, took a disposable cup, took out a red thread in his pocket, put it in it, his fingertips carried a trace of divine power, and gently swiped it in his palm, and in an instant, a bloody wound appeared in his palm, and a few drops of blood submerged into the cup.

"Boss, you're just a high-level corpse puppet, you... How did you even use the net? Luo Zhiqiu looked puzzled.

Jiang Futing glanced at it coldly, he waved his hand, the wound in his palm healed instantly, he transported a little divine power in his hand, closed his eyes and whispered a few words, and suddenly his eyes opened, black as ink, like a vast ocean, storms and waves.

He wrote a sigil in the air, pointed his finger at the cup, and shouted, "Go! ”

The red line in the cup, bewitching and bloody, like many writhing snakes, crawled out of the cup at once.

Countless red threads jumped up, shot out in all directions, and formed a red cage in the air, Jiang Futing whispered in his mouth, his hands formed a magic seal, and the red line cage floating in the air flashed red, instantly submerged into the wall, and disappeared into invisibility.

Jiang Futing slowly opened his eyes, and saw Luo Zhiqiu's delicate face, his eyes flashing, staring at him.

A hint of emotion flashed between his eyebrows, and it quickly disappeared into his eyes.

"Boss, your cultivation is ......" Luo Zhiqiu's face flashed a trace of anxiety, no wonder he could get close to the boss, he didn't feel the suppression of divine power for a moment this day, he thought it was the boss who controlled it well, but he didn't expect it......

Jiang Futing was silent for a moment, and explained, "After accepting this task, I felt an invisible force that was constantly suppressing my cultivation ......."

He looked sideways at Luo Zhiqiu, who was anxious, and said, "I guess it should be because of this game, and when this task is completed, my cultivation should be able to recover~"

When Luo Zhiqiu heard this, he couldn't help but let out a low cry of surprise, and then looked at the boss cautiously, "Boss, ...... of your cultivation is still left."

When Jiang Futing heard this, he chuckled, his eyes were dark and gloomy, but it made people feel a sense of oppression of fear and fear, "It's just that it reached the level of two years ago, don't worry, I won't let you take the lead~"

After breaking Luo Zhiqiu's careful thoughts, he laughed awkwardly twice, "Hehe, boss, you think too much~"

Jiang Futing glanced at Luo Zhiqiu, didn't bother to tell him again, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, the lights in the house went out instantly, and the whole room fell into darkness.

His level is to go back to two years ago, and there is no problem in dealing with a high-level corpse puppet, and besides, he has also set up a net to see where he can escape tonight?

Jiang Futing gave a look, Luo Zhiqiu was no longer stupid beside the boss, he looked around, and took the initiative to float behind the curtain and hide in.

As time passed, the whole living room was like a cold wind, getting colder and colder, and the air was wet and sticky, and the windows were covered with a thin layer of frost at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The wind was blowing outside the window, and a black hand appeared outside the window, more and more, until a humanoid shadow lay on the window.

The flesh and blood are blurred, and I can't bear to look at it directly.

The bloody figure crawled up and down the window, tilting his head, his bloody face against the glass, the blood dripping from his mouth, and his white, round eyes looking in.

Anyone who sees this scene can't help but feel numb on their scalp and scream in fright.

"Click~", the glass on the window cracked and cracked, and a fleshy hand reached in, followed by half of the body, crawling in in a twisted and weird posture.

The living room was dimly lit, pitch black, and a vague figure was faintly visible on the sofa.

The body of the thing was against the glass, the blood flowed sideways, slowly crawling down little by little, the bloody face grinned, raised its head, sniffed, and slowly moved towards the sofa.

In addition to the cold and damp air, the air was mixed with the smell of blood.

Suddenly, a black shadow on the ground slammed into the figure on the sofa.

Luo Zhiqiu behind the curtain screamed in fright, "Boss! ”

"Ah~"

The black shadow was struck away by a golden light, and let out a screaming ghost, a piercing scream, and a sticky burnt smell dispersed.

Sensing something wrong, he jumped up from the ground and was about to flee through the crack in the window.

Jiang Futing had already prepared two charms, and immediately threw them out in his hand, directly sealing the window.

The black shadow did not escape, but was bounced back by the golden light on the spell and fell heavily to the ground.

Suddenly, the ghost screams in the house were everywhere, and countless black mist came out of the black shadow's body, like a ball that had been filled, and the ghost qi of the black shadow skyrocketed, and the ghost screamed in his mouth, and hit Jiang Futing.

The black shadow was still less than half a meter away from Jiang Futing, and suddenly a net fell from the sky, closing the black shadow.

The black shadow roared, his hand just touched the red line, the red light flashed, and he let out a scream from his mouth, retracting his charred hand.

Jiang Futing saw that he had already caught the black shadow, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the light in the living room suddenly brightened.

A black mass shrank in the cage, suffered several times, and saw that he couldn't open the cage after struggling, and finally was willing to be honest.

Who knew that Jiang Futing had just made eye contact with this thing, and suddenly this thing rushed towards Jiang Futing as if it was crazy.

The red light was great, and the black shadow was blocked back again, and this time the screams were even worse, and the screams were sharp, as if they were scratching the eardrums of people.

The stench of burning was stronger, and the shadow was smaller than before.

Jiang Futing sneered coldly at the black shadow, and said lightly: "Don't bother, this is the net of heaven and earth created by me with my essence blood and divine power, no matter how hard you struggle, you can't escape!" ”

The round whites of the black shadow's face stared at Jiang Futing tightly, and the eyes without black pupils seemed to have something to say, and they opened their mouths and screamed.

"Huh?" Jiang Futing was puzzled.

"Boss~" Luo Zhiqiu floated over, tilted his head to look at the black shadow in the cage, and rolled his eyes, "Boss, he seems to have something to say~"

Jiang Futing frowned, raised his hand and waved, and the black shadow in the cage gradually returned to its original appearance.

That appearance turned out to be more and more familiar, the figure was tall and thin, with a gold-rimmed glasses on his face, and he looked like an elite man.

Jiang Futing and Luo Zhiqiu glanced at each other, and spoke up at the same time, "Lu Changrong!" ”

Lu Changrong pinched his throat, looking anxious, and after a few attempts, he squeezed out a few words dryly in his throat, "Jiang... Complex... Courtyard..."

Jiang Futing looked Lu Changrong up and down, his brows furrowed, his eyes stared at the person, and his heart suddenly became clear, no wonder he used any method, after Lu Changrong's death, he couldn't find his soul, but he didn't expect him to become a high-level corpse puppet.

"Lu Changrong, who made you like this?" Jiang Futing's face was calm, and his expression was not very good.

Lu Changrong shook his head slowly and stammered, "No... I don't know, after I died, my mind was foggy, and after a few days of floating outside, I was attracted by an inexplicable force, and then I ......"

He let out a painful cry in his mouth, his hands covering his head, a look of pain on his face, and he wailed.

Jiang Futing frowned, took out a heart-clearing charm from his pocket, swiped it in the air a few times in his hand, threw the charm out, and stuck it straight on Lu Changrong's head.

The look on Lu Changrong's face cleared up a little, and he shook his head in pain, "I... I don't know~"

"Who killed you?" Jiang Futing carefully observed Lu Changrong's face.

"It's... It's Jiang Li! A strong hatred flashed in Lu Changrong's eyes, and the anger in his whole body skyrocketed for a while.

Sure enough, it was Jiang Li, Jiang Futing snorted coldly, and admonished: "You'd better calm down now, you've injured your soul now, if you don't take care of it well, you will lose your mind and become the same as you were before, becoming a murderous weapon, a walking corpse, and a mess~"

Lu Changrong covered his head and groaned in pain, he shrank in the corner, discouraged.

Jiang Futing looked at it coldly, and with a twist of his fingers, he used a powerful divine power.

Luo Zhiqiu was suppressed by the powerful force and couldn't get close, and the whole ghost was trembling against the wall, and tears flowed down his face.

It's too hard to be a ghost~

"Now I give you two choices, one is that for the sake of not carrying human life after your death, I will send you into reincarnation; Second, you voluntarily accept it for my use, establish a contract with me, and face Jiang Li in the future, and you will have the day of revenge~" Jiang Futing said.

Hearing this, Lu Changrong raised his head, looked at Jiang Futing for a moment, gritted his teeth and agreed to the second condition.

He is dead now, and it is no different for him to enter reincarnation early or late, but the only thing that makes him resentful is that he was treated like a dead dog by Jiang Li, pinched to death little by little.

He didn't have the slightest power to fight back, he could only feel the pain of death, and after death, he became such a thing that was not human or ghostly, how could he let go?!

When Jiang Futing heard this, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, he raised his hand to signal Lu Changrong to approach, and cut the blood on his fingertips and wrote a sigil on Lu Changrong's forehead.

The red light of the rune flashed, and it instantly disappeared into Lu Changrong.

"The contract has been completed~" Jiang Futing said lightly, and with a wave of his hand, the red cage that enveloped Lu Changrong disappeared in an instant.

"Boss~" Luo Zhiqiu floated over, this time he shouted with great enthusiasm, and glared at Lu Changrong quite imposingly.

Don't think that you're also the boss's henchman now, and you can get past me. Luo Zhiqiu's face was triumphant.

"......" Lu Changrong was speechless, and he couldn't figure out where he had offended this ghost.

"You're still too weak now, let's raise it first~" Jiang Futing pasted a piece of talisman paper on Lu Changrong, and then accepted Lu Changrong, who had no opinion.

After this toss, it was already ten o'clock in the evening, and Jiang Futing saw that it was not too early, so he went over to look at Fan Tiantian's door.

"Miss Fan~"

After a moment, there was no reply, and Jiang Futing raised his voice again, "Miss Fan? He raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Big... Guru? A cautious voice came from behind the door.

The corners of Jiang Futing's mouth twitched, and he replied indifferently: "It's me~"