He Hao was like an ice sculpture, suddenly froze there, and even the tense atmosphere around him solidified together.

He lay down as relaxed as he could, with his back against the cold wall, trying to make his presence disappear a little.

But Lu Changkut would not give him such an illusory opportunity.

When those hook-like eyes slashed at him without hesitation, He Hao knew that he was finished.

Lu Chang's exposed gaze was not concealed in the slightest, it was a passionate yearning for the strong possession of his body.

What does he want to do? Do you want to turn yourself into a puppet?

He Hao's body began to tremble again as Lu Changku's approach.

He wanted to escape, he wanted to shout, but he was just a little bit close!

It's just a little bit close to escaping!

In a desperate situation, people will always try their best to grasp any life-saving straw, no matter whether that straw is good or bad.

It doesn't matter if the straw itself is rooted in the soil or not.

He didn't even have the brains to throw his desperate plea for help at the bloody ghost standing behind.

"Hmm!" "Uh-huh—"

The broken and helpless scream, like a fledgling that fell into the hands of its prey and was eager to survive, a thin whimper pulled Lu Changrong's sanity back a little.

A few stars flickered in his eyes, and he slowly raised his head in the direction of the sound source.

Lu Changrong stayed for a moment before chasing in the direction of the corner.

The scenery and objects in front of him were reconnected to the line in his mind, and he began to play card by card.

Lu Chang squatted down beside He Hao unhurriedly, pulled the red thread hanging around his neck, and a crescent-shaped white pendant pulled out of his clothes.

The moment Lu Changrong saw the pendant, countless fibrous roots seemed to grow under his feet and plunged into the soil, making him unable to move.

The idea of fighting to the death and leading people out was easily dispersed by a pendant from the other party.

"Brother, are you going to watch again this time?" Lu Changku, playing with the pendant, turned his back to him, and asked sullenly.

He Hao's eyes widened when he heard this, densely crawling with bright red bloodshots.

He kept shaking his head at Lu Changrong, begging him to stay.

But Lu Changrong was powerless, and he stood in pain and dazed, clenching his hands tightly.

He hated everything, he hated his own brother, he hated his own incompetence, and he hated this ridiculous and pathetic world.

But this useless hatred has no superfluous meaning except to bring it a burden.

He could only stand quietly, as he had done every time before, and see with his own eyes the humble and miserable passing of life in front of him.

Lu Changrong opened his mouth and let out a hoarse moan from his throat.

He Hao didn't understand every word he said from the beginning to the present, but at this moment, he miraculously understood

The sorrow of that primordial howl.

He suddenly accepted his fate, closed his heavy eyes, and prayed that at least the process would not be too painful.

When Jiang Futing left, he was full of doubts.

He knew that Lu Changkut must be hiding some traces, but what would he be covering.

The steps of his feet follow his thoughts, walking slowly with a personal rhythm.

He went through everything that had just happened in his mind.

With each detail he flew, he took a step forward.

His attention was either on the tip of his shoe, or he was so engrossed in his thoughts that he passed by the door of Safe Passage Three, and walked to Four, unaware.

And just in his mind, when he caught the details of Lu Changku's phone call before leaving, a casual shout suddenly came from behind him: "Huh? Where are you going? Aren't you coming to pick me up? ”

Jiang Futing's footsteps were sudden, and the messy clues that had just accumulated in his mind suddenly scattered.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had gone too far, turned around and turned to Bai Tang, who was leaning against the wall: "I thought about a little problem just now, and I always felt that something was wrong."

Bai Tang raised his eyebrows casually: "Then do you want to come out?"

It was meant to come out.

Jiang Futing stared at him, and changed his words when the words came to his lips: "No, first find a place where no one is sitting for a while, Lin Ziqing also sent me something just now."

"Okay." Bai Tang replied quickly, and did not deviate from his nature: "Anyway, it's almost time for dinner, let's go."

The two of them were standing at the door of the safe passage, and basically no one left this place, so they went downstairs from here.

The empty corridor echoed with the steady and powerful footsteps of the two people.

"I've seen the doll's body." Bai Tang saw that there could be no other people in this place, so he suddenly jumped from a conversation without nutrition to the main topic.

When Jiang Fu heard this, he couldn't help but become a little more serious, raised his chin slightly, and listened attentively.

Bai Tang shook his hands rhythmically and thought: "Although it is slightly different from the more mature corpse puppet technology now, if it is really from the same person, it must be the same root, and there are some similarities."

"So-" Bai Tang sold Guan Zi, and compared the nail cover of his little thumb quite proudly: "I just put a little more thought into it, and spent some energy analyzing the spell that controls the puppet."

"It was discovered that the root of control and the power that spawned it are indeed the same root, but the spell of the puppet and the spell of the corpse puppet, in some places, because of different opinions or purposes, there are also different differences in the evolution, and this is why there are two forms."

Jiang Futing didn't speak, nodded silently, the puppet was more like an embroidered pillow in terms of the utilization rate of the corpse, but at that time, even they didn't know whether this was wrong or right

It is very likely that he will find Lu Changku first, use him to bewitch him, and use his hands to do experiments.

I just don't know why, but I still haven't stopped making dolls.

He pondered for a moment, and suddenly thought of something: "If according to the current state of preservation of the puppet, if the soul can be recovered, can it still be restored?"

Bai Tang suddenly stopped and looked at him without saying a word.

Jiang Futing turned around and found that Bai Tang's gentle face was the first time that this kind of indifference and coldness appeared.

He is like a supreme, iron-faced and selfless judge, and the cycle of life and death is nothing more than the common sense of the world in his eyes.

It's as usual as breathing.

The bonds of great love and small love, human affection and warmth are just a tiny speck of dust among all living beings.

His steady tone didn't even have a trace of emotional fluctuations: "You have been doing it for so long, you should know that whether it is the fate of heaven or the fate of being killed, it is your life." Everyone has their own destiny, and it's not that you can interfere if you want to, or you can interfere if you want. ”

"Ghost hunting is to maintain order in the yang world, and finding out the immortal sect is also to break their conspiracy and maintain the balance of the Three Realms."

"But this doesn't mean that the rules can be broken at will, even if there are any secret methods that are out of the way, in the case of forcibly breaking them, the curse cannot be avoided."

Jiang Futing fearlessly looked at Bai Tang's dark eyes.

He was like a shining bright light, rampage into the abyss that Bai Tang couldn't see, "Haven't you broken it once?" ”

Bai Tang was still old-fashioned and educating people just now, and he was a little confused without a trace, and his mind suddenly looked back on the past with disturbance.

Memories with frecks of light and shadows, in a brilliant way, staggered up and down in his brain.

Jiang Futing looked at him and reminded him inch by inch: "If I'm not mistaken, Ning Qiuyu is one."

Bai Tang touched his nose and slapped him on the back of the head with a little weakness: "What about you!" You think I'm like you, I can't do anything! You little hairy children, the road is not stable, just thinking about flying into the sky all day long, falling and killing you! ”

Jiang Futing was hit by a blow in the head, and once again Bai Tang broke his own lower limit, and the whole person suddenly became cold.

He touched the place where he had been beaten just now, stared at him coldly, and was about to have a seizure, when an unfamiliar breath fluctuated, like a torrential rain falling from the sky.

The two of them suddenly lost the idle thoughts of their brains, and their breathing stagnated.

Bai Tang sniffed this breath and blurted out: "Recently, this Yang Qi is a big sale at the price of cabbage, something that has not been encountered for hundreds of years, and it has been encountered repeatedly in the past two years, when will it start to drop in price, why can't I buy it in time."

(End of chapter)