No wonder everything has been going so smoothly these days, it turns out that someone is manipulating all this behind the scenes.

Who is it that calculates him so deliberately?

After thinking about it, Gu Biao shuddered again, if he can calculate him like this, that person's ability must be above him, no, not only above him, that person's ability is far more powerful than the people in Chenxiao Palace, so even the other two lords didn't find anything wrong.

Not only that, but that person, knows him well and knows what he is doing.

If so, wouldn't it be easy for him to kill himself?

Just as he was thinking about it, the puppet doll on the ground suddenly began to have black gas floating on his body.

Gu Biao subconsciously took two steps back and looked at the puppet doll with a wary expression.

The black fog became thicker and thicker, and in a hazy way, he saw a figure in the black fog, he was wearing a fiery red robe, the red was as thick as blood, even if the fog was very large, it still couldn't hide the color.

Gradually, the fog cleared, and the red robe gradually became clear.

The man was like a ghost, his fair skin was dyed with a bit of popularity, and his thin red lips were raised, like a black and white ink painting, and suddenly someone had added a heavy stroke with paint.

His pale gray eyes were full of blood, and he opened his lips and said, "Lord Gu, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

Sink...... Shen Jing?

How did he end up here?

When Gu Biao saw Shen Jing, he would only think of the events of the year and the humiliation he had a while ago.

Those things that he deliberately sealed in the depths of his heart began to be excavated continuously, and Shen Jing stood there and looked at him quietly, obviously not doing anything, but Gu Biao felt cold.

These things were all done by Shen Jing, and it was definitely him.

He hated himself, so he should have died in that skull mound, but he climbed up from hell and demanded his debt.

Gu Ao's mind was full of pictures of skeleton mounds, and those people surrounded by skeletons were not Shen Jing, but him.

He felt the cold skeleton crawl up his calf, climb up his back, bite his flesh one bite at a time, and he saw his own white bones, how terrible they were in the moonlight.

The most terrible thing is that the pain is repeated over and over again.

Tossing him back and forth, both psychologically and physically, is a kind of torture.

Gu Biao's face was completely bloodless, and when he came back to his senses, he was already sitting on the ground.

There was blood on the ground, and he didn't care.

Cold sweat broke out, he looked at Shen Jing, and Shen Jing's fingertips were still shining.

He understood that Shen Jing had applied everything he had experienced to himself through a spell just now, so he felt empathy and thought that he was in that skull mound.

Gu Wei finally felt the breath of death this time, all this really happened, Shen Jing, he is really back, he is not the high-ranking Demon Venerable, just a little disciple of Chenxiao Palace who came to ask for his life.

Gu Biao said: "It's the master who is sorry for you, the master shouldn't have left you, at that time, after the master went out, he wanted to set up a mound for you, but ......"

But for a long time, I didn't know what it should be.

The more anxious he was, the more playful Shen Jing looked at him.

"Lord Gu thinks that the clothed mound is very rare?"

Gu Biao couldn't wait for a long time, his lips trembled, and suddenly he thought of someone.

"What about Yunmiao? Yun Miao, you must be rare, right? I won't pursue you taking Yun Miao away for so many years, if you like her, wherever you take it, I will definitely not stop you...... If you still don't feel at ease, I'm afraid that Yun Miao will reject you, and I will help you......"