Lu Changrong in front of him suddenly stood up and climbed down, although his eyes were closed, every movement was accurate and not even an angle was wrong.

As he walked out slowly and methodically, the piercing gaze followed suit.

Only then did Lu Changkut realize that those eyes were not aimed at him, but at his younger brother.

Suddenly it rained heavily, and the momentum of lightning and thunder weakened a lot, but it was already the autumn season, and the raindrops were still like beans, jingling bells, and smashed into the glass wall without leaving a trace.

Lu Changrong didn't seem to feel anything, and walked out in one go, but his gait was leisurely, calm, and it was no different from his usual walk.

But Jiang Futing can almost judge that this is not a simple sleepwalking, and there is a high probability that he has lost his soul.

Another bold guess immediately arose in his mind, and perhaps all this coincidence was not a coincidence from the beginning.

The so-called fate has long been arranged in advance.

The people of the Immortal Sect had probably considered it a long time ago, choosing a target that suited them, and at this moment, they paved the way in advance, and when he appeared, it was not that he begged to come to the door to help, but that they spent money to beg him to help.

As for Li Shang and Lu Changrong, they were doing different experiments at each end, one controlling the corpse and the other controlling the soul.

If this is the case, the Immortal Sect at this time, all aspects of the techniques should not have been fully formed, and perhaps even the artifact is half-understood, and it is not completely broken.

Lu Changrong had already walked to the door of the room, he paused slightly, and then lifted one of his feet, and at the moment when he stepped out of the door with half a foot, something even more terrible happened.

All the children in the room screamed in horror and loud as if they were bewitched.

The cry was not the usual playful teasing, but a genuine fear, as if everyone had seen something terrifying together at the same time.

The exaggerated and terrible screams caused all the teachers in the orphanage to wake up from a big dream.

"Da Da Da!" The floor was filled with the sound of vigorous footsteps running at high speed.

Once again, the sound of raindrops and footsteps fit together in a perfect way, enveloping the room, back and forth.

The female teacher who was the first to arrive at the scene didn't have time to figure out what was going on, just glanced at it, leaned back, and almost fainted in fright.

Fortunately, a male teacher followed closely behind and caught her steadily.

The teachers from the remaining courtyards arrived at the scene one after another, but everyone's faces were not very good-looking.

The thunder and lightning that had been suspended for a long time seemed to be discussed, and the moment they all stood in front of the door, the long-lost white light suddenly lit up the entire room like an explosion.

Illuminate their already blood-stained faces into an even more eerie white.

They happened to surround Lu Changrong's only exit, and the children who were still indulging in screaming just now suddenly stopped, and they looked up together, looking at the group of people at the door indifferently.

Under the terrible gaze of all the teachers, a slight chill oozed from their straightened spine, and their bodies froze there for a moment because of fear.

The eerie silence lasted only a brief three seconds, and then even more terrible screams erupted.

Lu Changkut squatted down in fear and covered his ears tightly, he was anxious to lower his head and hide himself, while he was concerned about his younger brother, and carefully lifted his eyelids to look at the door.

So it looks like the whole orphanage has everything

The child seems to be normal only to himself.

The night became more and more out of control during the thunderstorm.

It was as if they were all imprisoned in the same hell, terrible and tormenting.

No one wants to remember this frightening rainy night, and they don't even know how they managed to survive until dawn.

The night of ghost crying and wolf howling made everyone tired.

When they thought the nightmare was finally over, they didn't know that this night was just the beginning.

Every 12 o'clock in the evening, not a minute later, not a second late, the night carnival can always start on time.

This lasted for at least half a month, and Jiang Futing knew that when he interrogated Li Shang, this person did not completely tell the truth.

Speaking of Li Shang, this half-month of chicken, flying, dog jumping has tortured the old dean to the point of mental malaise, and he was already old, but he was directly knocked down by a serious illness, and he has not come to the orphanage for four or five days in a row.

Li Shangping was already involved in a lot of things in the hospital, and at this juncture, he was directly ordered to take the lead and become the acting dean.

said that he was the acting dean, but when he took over the work, he did not regenerate a superfluous incident, as if he was the one who did the dean's work.

On the third day of the old dean's illness, he could easily take over the power alone.

At least on the bright side, this way of taking over is reasonable, and it is a bit responsible.

On the seventh day of the old dean's illness, the Taoist priest who made Jiang Futing's memory dare not speed up finally had a little trouble.

Although the Taoist priest appeared through fate and guidance, the way he appeared was really not very bright, but gave people a feeling of stealing chickens and dogs for fear of being caught.

Although cultivators can't make a big deal out of it, they can exaggerate so much that people like him are reluctant to even show their traces to irrelevant people, which makes Jiang Futing feel that he didn't come out to travel, but to flee.

The only news came from the gossip of others, but the real Lu Changku didn't know what the Taoist priest meant, even if he heard something, he wouldn't pay much attention, and his mind was full of going back to the bedroom to see his younger brother who was unconscious with a fever.

So much so that Jiang Futing stayed anxious in his memory for two days, but fortunately, Li Shang, who didn't want to die at this critical moment, offered to let the Taoist priest come to see the symptoms.

Lu Changku stayed by Lu Changrong's side almost every night, he had exhausted all the methods to cool him down in the past twenty days, but it had no effect.

Lu Changrong's body was always like a hot stove, like an egg beating on it, and it could be cooked in less than two minutes.

He breathed a sigh of helplessness, twisted the wet towel that he had changed for an unknown number of times, and carefully pasted it on Lu Changku's forehead.

Then he quietly stared at the sleeping man for several minutes.

Probably sitting a little boring, Lu Changku stood up with the basin of water and prepared to clean it up.

But at the moment when he turned, a little girl walked in looking left and right, and suppressed her voice with a weak heart, and reported to him: "They will come over soon, you should prepare well and see how to let him try his best to save Lu Changrong." ”

Lu Changrong nodded gratefully: "Okay, thank you." ”

When the little girl heard her thanks, her cheeks immediately turned cherry with shame, and she ran away embarrassedly without saying much.

The cheerful and joyful footsteps were getting farther and farther away from him, and just when he thought the little girl was going downstairs, the footsteps came closer!

Jiang Futing immediately noticed that this voice was different from the little girl's voice before, calm and powerful, every time it seemed to be stepping on a quagmire.

As the footsteps approached, Lu Changku's doubts dissipated, and the tension and anticipation beat a symphony in his heart.

Before he could even make a draft of what to say, how to win the Taoist priest's sympathy, so as to sincerely treat his younger brother, the next second the footsteps had stopped on the side of the door of the house.

The nerves in Jiang Futing's brain, and Lu Changku's nerves, tensed up with a unique rhythm and rhythm.

The eyes of the two people have been separated by light for more than ten years, but they are fused together in the same body in this way.

Li Shang, as the one who led the way, politely held his hand and took the lead in the house.

Immediately after, a crutch came into their field of vision first, and just as the leg that followed them was about to appear in front of them, all the images seemed to freeze there, and a blurry shot like a snowflake appeared.

Jiang Futing only felt a stream of blood rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and he restrained his anger that was about to become irritable, and reverted this memory to look at it again, still staying in this place.

He suddenly chuckled in his heart, and the bad premonition was fleeting, but he still quickly caught it.

Start fast-forwarding and look back.

That piece of memory during Lu Changrong's fever went back and forth several times, but he didn't see the relevant content.

Especially whenever the two of them are going to meet officially, Lu Changku's memory is the same as just now, and there is a disconnection.

There is no doubt that all the positive memories of that person have been deleted by that person in advance.

Jiang Futing's long-awaited heart just now smacked and fell directly into the bottom.

That person was too cautious in doing things, and he didn't even let go of a child's memory.

But the more this is the case, the more it means that there must be something wrong with this person's part.

He was a little unwilling to go back and forth carefully in Lu Changku's memory, almost turning his memory upside down, and even remembering everyone who had contact with him, but none of them were related to Taoist priests.

Where the hell have people gone?

He didn't believe that according to the close relationship between Lu Changkut and Lu Changrong, in the few days that the Taoist priest was in the orphanage, he didn't even have the impression of passing by.

This is completely illogical.

If that Taoist priest really wants to do something, he has to observe this place to some extent, understand the relevant people here, and confirm the pros and cons for himself.

Whether he treats Lu Changrong or uses Lu Changrong, whether in the open or in private, he has to go back and forth to the bedroom more or less.

You can't always be in a place like an orphanage, and you have to be afraid of eating and drinking water and toilets.

The fugitives are not exaggerated.

As long as he appears, there will definitely be traces, even if it is a particularly insignificant shadow in some corner of memory.

After Jiang Futing had a rough inference plan, he once again reverted his memory back to the day of the rainy night.

The sound of rain and roaring continued to resonate, and the familiar memories played before his eyes again, and he was so proficient that every line they said in the next second, their positions, their movements, and each watch could be reproduced as it was.

Only the frightened screams of the children, no matter how many times he heard them, felt particularly harsh, as if countless needles had repeatedly run over the sun, piercing his scalp.