"Old ghost woman, how did you enter my territory, I don't have any friendship with you."

Lin Shiyin rushed over without hesitation, and the two didn't deal with each other at first, and it wasn't until later that the hostile relationship eased slightly.

Although he won't fight the ghost woman again, he won't have a good face with her either.

"Shiyin, your belly is too small, it's been so long, and it looks like I'm cheating you out of money.

The ghost woman turned around and floated gently on the couch, "Don't be so verbose, say something quickly, otherwise, don't blame me for swallowing your ghost, your ghost makes me drool." ”

What he said did not mean to see her at all.

"It's been so long, and you haven't felt pity for me, which really disappoints me.

There was a cold buzz from the basement, and then a burst of red light shot out of the wall, forming a huge blood basin that could be bitten down.

Faced with the desire to devour her ghost, the ghost woman's face remained calm, as if everything above was so easy.

The blood basin mouth was only an inch away from the ghost girl, from extremely fast to static, which showed Lin Shiyin's perfect control over his power.

The blood-red light, like broken glass, dissipated in the living room, forming a pair of eyes in the air.

"Ghost woman, you don't have anything to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace, what the hell? What's going on, let you come to visit in person. ”

"I've heard, you have a young son who has been hiding for more than ten years, and if it weren't for the accident that day, I would still be in the dark." The female ghost shook her head and laughed at Lin Shiyin.

"He's bold, your son offended me earlier, and he even told my ghost henchmen that he was brave enough to keep them, which made me angry."

When he saw the attitude of the female ghost for the first time, Lin Shiyin realized that it was just a trivial matter.

"This little thing came to me too? Is my face so worthless? Lin Shiyin said boldly.

"You're not going to be here for this little thing."

The ghost woman came in person, of course, not because of a little thing she didn't care about, but for another purpose.

She is a famous ghost of the Southern Ocean. She had previously been offended by Zhou Tian for destroying Feng Shui.

Even though the Feng Shui battle is only a minor auxiliary battle, she doesn't care at all, but if she doesn't show some movements, it will make the other ghosts think that she is kind and capable of deceiving.

In the face of the ferocious ghosts beneath her, she needs to show a posture at all times in order to better intimidate the ferocious ghosts beneath her and make the ghosts obey.

If it weren't for Lin Chen's participation, she wouldn't care too much. At most, she'll know if someone is dead.

However, Lin Chen's participation is different, and behind Lin Chen is Lin Shiyin, an existence that cannot be ignored. The most important thing is that both parties have had festivals before.

Although the relationship between the two parties gradually slowed down after the mediation, some members of the outer sect, in order to please Lin Shiyin, still often come to harass themselves, and there is still a lot of friction over the years.

Especially in recent years, the friction has intensified the conflict between the two sides, showing signs of widening disputes.

The Ghost Mother Hall and the Outer Gate do not match, this is a real battle, and her strength is not the opponent of the Outer Gate at all.

In Nanyang, the Nine Gates are the biggest evil forces in Nanyang, of which the Outer Gate is one of the Nine Gates, and the Ghost Mother Hall is only one of the forces under the Nine Gates.

"Shiyin, to be honest, in the early years, we did have some big conflicts, but we have solved them, and I know you don't care much about the outside world. But lately, I've had too much friction with the outside world, and I hope you can come out and mediate. ”

"Oh?" Lin Shiyin was silent.

He had an idea of the outside door. He had heard of the behavior of the people in the door pleasing him, but he had never wanted it.

But after listening to the words of the ghost woman, he also heard that there seemed to be a phenomenon of expansion.

He was thinking that there was no real contradiction between the two factions before, and if they did not really go to death, resolving the contradictions between the two sides was often a compromise.

"Since the ghost woman has given me face, no matter what my son's behavior is, I can help you adjust it."

The next moment, the figure of the ghost mother turned into a cloud of black mist, dispersed, and left through a wall.

"Then please, I know you've been sending people to collect ghosts lately. In the next batch of ghost bugs, I'll give an extra 10% to trade with you individually. ”

The bloody coffin that shook in the basement regained its calm.

Ghost woman, it's like a mirror that understands that the source of the matter is me, even if I need more ghost worms to investigate clearly.

Until the light of the east rises and stains the horizon with light.

At this time, there was movement in the corridor near the toilet, it was so painful that Pan's head hurt.

He put his hands on the floor, closed his eyes, and covered his head. He muttered to the floor, the pain so sharp that he felt like he couldn't hold it any longer, and the memories of last night were shattered.

In his confusion, he felt something strange in his hand, the blood scab red as if it had been pricked by a needle.

What's going on? His head was confused and he couldn't remember it at all.

Looking down, the blood, the ground was stained with blood, and it had congealed. He was stunned and couldn't remember what had happened.

Where does the blood come from? How can there be blood on the ground?

He turned and went into the bathroom. He looked at himself through the glass mirror on the wall. He looked at his familiar look, and he was a little scared.

Yes, or himself, the difference is that his lips are covered with blood.

This, he took a cool breath, and many conjectures came to his mind, but he didn't dare to imagine it further, it was terrible.

He didn't dare to accept the ridiculous truth in his mind, yes, ask Phuket, maybe he knew what was going on.

He quickly washed his face, wiped the scab on his mouth, and turned to walk forward. The puddle of blood on the ground was dazzling, making his heart beat faster and his heart tremble.

Huang Pan took a few deep breaths, walked through the blood on the ground, walked to the living room, turned his head, and opened the door of the master bedroom, through the door, you could see that there was no sign of sleeping on the bed.

Phuket, where did you go?

Phuket was not there, and there was a pool of blood on the ground, which couldn't help but remind him.

He recalled that his head hurt so badly that he felt like he had been hit with a stick, and then he couldn't remember anything.

"Am I eating people? It can't be, how could it be, it must be a dream, last night was my nightmare, right, it must be so. ”

A fragment of memory popped out of nowhere, slowly reminding him of the image of him eating, flesh and bones, not a drop left, all swallowed into his stomach.

Such a thing was terrible, he couldn't believe it.

How could I eat people, he retorted to himself in his heart.

Could it be him, the ghost of the pot spirit?

It seemed that a flash of light shattered Huang Pan's thoughts, allowing him to see the memories of the souls that appeared in the pot wrapped in mist.

At that moment, his eyes were red, and the memories behind him became blurry and trivial.

"Pot, come out, you come out, I have something to ask you." He looked like a madman, shouted angrily, and rushed to the second bed, pointing straight at the teapot on the computer desk.

After a while, he felt that the air around him seemed to become quiet, and the air flowed slowly for a moment, becoming thick and strange, and this feeling was so real that no human could do it.

"You are a god, an extraordinary person, all creatures are ants, it is time for them to sacrifice for you" In Huang Pan's ears, whispers rang out, sometimes illusory, sometimes tempting, sometimes crazy, repeatedly brainwashing him.

The mobile phone on the table was lying quietly on it, and suddenly there was a text message sound, Huang Pan picked up the mobile phone with a trembling hand, and the text message was opened, and the transfer text message meant that his bank account received the transfer, the balance, one million.

He forgot about Phuket's blood, and he had only a series of numbers in front of him. He seemed to smell the smell of money.

"Kill a person and exchange it for a sum of money, and you will become a rich man and climb to the top of life"

The whispers in his ears still echoed in Huang Pan's mind, constantly forcibly reversing Pan's three views, trying to turn him into a murderous maniac.

Huang Pan's eyes flashed red from time to time, he came to the toilet, picked up the mop, filled a bucket with water, wet the mop, and he was cleaning up the scene.

When all traces were washed away, Huang Pan sat on a pile of loose clothes, shook his head, and muttered: "I am not a person, I am a god, and I killed them for salvation."