In the year when Bai Tang Shi was away, he helped take care of this territory, and with his vigorous and resolute methods, he had long been familiar with most of the land ghosts.

I didn't have the opportunity to play my ability in the commercial battlefield, but I finally had a place to use.

There are occasional troublemakers, but there are really no people who directly provoke him personally.

If you don't do your homework, you're going to rush to death, and today is really the first one.

And even if Lu Changkut gets out of control, he won't use such a stupid method to find a garbage ghost to attack him.

The means are both inferior and fanfare, and they are effective for ordinary people.

Self-contained and arrogant, with no one in his eyes, and some unclear relationship with ghosts - there is no one else except Li Shang.

It is estimated that he has learned too much information that he should not know, which makes him uneasy, and he has no choice but to jump over the wall in a hurry and take his life with such inferior means.

Dead at the hands of a ghost, God doesn't know it, and he won't have any suspicion.

Killing ordinary people is simply perfect this way.

It's a pity......

Jiang Futing let go, and the male ghost at this moment looked bitter and hateful, and he was humiliated.

He shook his hand in disgust, too lazy to worry about the wild ghost in front of him, and his voice was very low: "I know that Li Shang hired you, and I don't know what means he used, what agreement he made with you, and what price he paid, I don't care about all this."

The male ghost suspected that his ears were wrong, and kept his posture of looking up at him, frozen in place.

Jiang Futing indifferently retracted his gaze on it: "I'm not interested in killing you, you go back and bring a message to Li Shang, tell him that there are gods and evil ghosts below, and it is not a matter of time before you reap the consequences."

After he finished speaking, he removed the coercion that fell on the ghost, and said lightly: "Get out."

The male ghost lay on the ground indifferently, his reddened eyes briefly lost focus, and he was a little distracted for a while.

Jiang Futing was already in a hurry to chase Gao Xue, but after such a delay, his face began to be a little unhappy: "What? Do you have to send yourself to death? ”

The male ghost hurriedly got up, like a wooden pestle there, if he couldn't leave, he opened his mouth again and again, and the confusion at the moment seemed to have lost the appearance of the leopard's head and eyes just now.

Seeing that Jiang Futing raised his hand and was about to have a seizure again, he hurriedly said, "Li Shang promised to give me freedom!"

Jiang Futing didn't understand this, but his hand was stunned and he frowned slightly.

The male ghost closed his eyes, and a red rope gradually appeared on its neck at the moment when the ghost qi floated out.

Jiang Futing's face became strange, there were too many Taoist magic weapons and props, and there were always ones he hadn't seen.

The male ghost pointed to his neck: "I came out of the orphanage, and I can't get out without this thing." He said kill you, there is a way to give me complete freedom. ”

Jiang Futing quickly pieced together a message from its words, whether it was an old orphanage or a current orphanage, there was an enchantment against ghosts.

But according to his understanding, shouldn't Li Shang and these ghosts be completely opposites?

The male ghost saw the doubt in his eyes and explained, "Not everyone hates him that much. Tigers that have been kept in cages for a long time will slowly lose their claws, and we are those tigers who have been kept in captivity for a long time, but it is inevitable that there are also wild ones that are relatively large and cannot be tamed. ”

Jiang Futing suddenly remembered that the little ghost at the old site had said that someone would provide food regularly.

He thought it was Lu Changku, but now it seems that Li Shang is the real provider.

No wonder Li Shang said that day that he had lost his protective things, and he could continue to stay safe and sound.

Crashed that day

He was killed by an imp who was not well raised, and it was really just a coincidence.

The male ghost lowered his head as he spoke, and his confidence was a little insufficient: "Li Shang, I know him very well when I am alive, I do everything I can, interests are paramount, as long as I can have money, there is nothing he can't do." Even if I did kill you, he wouldn't have let me go so happily. ”

Jiang Futing immediately asked, "How long have you been with him?"

"Be a human and a ghost, more than ten years." It muttered.

Jiang Futing's eyes, like two searchlights with white light, stared at the male ghost: "Sixteen years ago, a passing Taoist priest passed by the old orphanage, entered uninvited, and was left by Li Shang, do you have any impression?"

"Sixteen years ago...... the male ghost squinted blankly, stumbling back to the distant memories in his mind.

"I was just a mess at the time, and I didn't have a high school degree...... Wait a minute! He suddenly changed his words: "I have really seen a time, wearing a Taoist uniform, looking fairy-like, although he feels like a charlatan, but it is indeed different from the temperament of an ordinary liar."

"It's just a little old, dry and thin, as if malnourished, not tall, and always pretending to be dusty in his hands."

"Oh! Right! And here! The male ghost pointed to his eyebrows: "There is a small mole here, and I have no impression of the rest."

I don't know why, when Jiang Futing described it, he subconsciously sketched a vague and simple outline in his mind.

It's like I've seen it somewhere.

But probably because it was too long, or it was just a quick glance at the beginning, he couldn't remember it for a while.

Jiang Futing was silent and asked, "You said so much, what do you want from me?" I can't give you freedom. ”

The male ghost smiled embarrassedly, it rubbed its hands in a good way, "Don't be free or anything, my lord, you are so powerful, lend me a little strength, not a lot, just a little." ”

As he spoke, he gestured with his fingers.

Jiang Futing raised his eyebrows, but he didn't refuse: "I have a rule, fertilizer and water don't flow into outsiders' fields."

The male ghost touched Jin's thigh and nodded repeatedly: "Understood, understood, I will leave you a snack in the orphanage."

Jiang Futing didn't expect this kind of person with an unfirm stance to bring him more benefits of construction, but it was enough to muddy the waters.

He bent his fingers to talk, and the turbidity like water droplets flew out along his mind, and the male ghost hurriedly held out his hands like picking up a baby, and grabbed it without letting go.

And at this moment, the footsteps upstairs are so weak that they are close to nothing, no matter how slow Gao Xue goes, it will be time to reach his destination.

Jiang Futing no longer had the last patience to accompany it, and urged in an unkind tone: "Hurry up."

The male ghost got what he wanted, and he drifted away with a puff of smoke.

Jiang Futing directly took three steps and made one step, and kept moving up.

The whole exhibition hall is designed to be a little high, the single floor is high, plus a total of six floors, the building is nearly 30 meters.

And Gao Xue did not stop all the way, and went directly to the top floor.

In order to chase people, Jiang Futing didn't change his anger, and rushed to the sixth floor in one go.

Just as his feet stepped on the last step of the steps, Gao Xue's footsteps suddenly stopped.

His breath froze, and then he cautiously poked half of his head out.

Although the sixth floor is on the top floor, the quality of the building materials used in the building is too good, and it is impermeable to light and sound, as if the ground is enclosed as a prison, and it is completely isolated from the chaotic world outside.

Unless you walk into the office, or go to the exhibition hall, there will be a blockbuster

of glass windows.

As for this area, it is very dark.

Because I don't know if something will suddenly pop up in the next second, the quiet corridor has a strange and indescribable atmosphere.

Gao Xue was at the door of the room not far away at the moment, and she slowly raised her mechanical arm and made the action of opening the door.

Even a faint "click" seems to be amplified by a megaphone and spreads all over the corner.

The bow in Jiang Futing's mind had already been tightly drawn, he was like a leopard in hunting, his eyes were watching and listening to all directions, and his pupils were dilated to the extreme.

It's just that the door was still pushed open by Gao Xue, and I didn't see other people coming out of it to answer it.

After Gao Xue entered, the door closed again.

Jiang Futing suddenly became a little confused, and always felt that something was wrong.

After all, after all this time, except for the wild ghost that was killed in the middle of the way, he no longer noticed any other breath.

But for the sake of safety, he was in place for nearly five minutes before continuing to walk.

He stood in the doorway, taking a slow, deep breath.

It is not yet known what will appear inside and whether an ambush will be set up.

He cautiously touched the doorknob and pressed it lightly, his back tensed up.

Luckily, the door lock didn't make any extra noise.

Because of an accident that sneaked into the activity room last time, he didn't rush in directly this time.

Instead, he was outside the door frame, looking in through the tiny crack in the door, and saw rows of neat dolls, staring at him outside the crack in the door with big round eyes.

Being stared at by countless pairs of eyes, Jiang Futing's heart subconsciously chuckled, and instinctive vigilance immediately surged into his brain.

He quickly swept around the room, but instead of seeing Gao Xue's shadow, he saw another puppet that made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

It's just that the doll is closer to the inside, only half of the silhouette, in order to prevent his own psychological suggestion from being mistaken, he pushed the crack of the door a little wider, and his head poked in with the crack in the door.

At the moment when he moved a centimeter or two, the puppet in the room seemed to come to life, and its eyeballs followed his head, slowly moving.

At the same time, Jiang Futing saw clearly the puppet placed in the corner.

It is the missing Chen Yihuan!

For a moment, Jiang Futing felt that his soul must have been swallowed up, so he hallucinated.

He almost forgot what he was doing here, and he was completely occupied by the puppet in front of him who looked the same as Chen Yihuan.

This distraction lasted for a very short moment, and he came back to his senses to find that all the puppets in the room were still staring at him.

When he admired these beautiful dolls at this moment, a deep chill ran deep in his heart.

Chen Yihuan, who has been missing for a long time, suddenly appeared here, does this mean that everything that Lu Changku made was made by living people.

His clenched fists oozed fine cold sweat from his palms.

So the doll he accidentally bumped into last time that looked the same as Lu Changku's was actually Lu Changrong's corpse?

Jiang Futing had seen a lot of ghosts and corpses, but when he thought about it carefully, he felt physiological nausea for the first time.

Could it be that Lu Changku, just to satisfy his own special habits, keeps killing people and making people into vivid dolls.

So where did his method of making dolls come from? Could it be that it was also taught by a Taoist priest who once went to an orphanage?

But at that time, Lu Changkut was only eight years old!