The girl in front of her is about 7 years old, with delicate facial features, a thin physique that reflects the light pink pajamas and is very wide, a long chestnut hair neatly combed behind her head, and she is less than half the height of an adult, and now she is looking up with a small face, and her blue eyes are looking at herself timidly at this time.

"The lamp... The lights went out. ”

The sound as thin as a mosquito flew from the girl's pale mouth, and when it floated to Xia Ming's ears, it was already weak and inaudible.

"What?"

"Kerosene lamps... Lamp... Extinguished! I can't light it, it's so dark..."

The girl raised her voice a little, and her soft voice was very weak, and she still couldn't hear it clearly, so Xia Ming frowned.

This seemed to frighten her, the girl's little face became miserable, and she unconsciously kicked back two steps, she finally glanced at Xia Ming in fear, and ran away in a hurry.

The dilapidated wooden floor rubbed against the sound of slippers, and gradually drifted away, Xia Ming, who poked his head out from behind the door, looked at all this in amazement, not understanding what the situation of this little guy was.

Cowardly? Get cold feet? Or are you afraid?

Why was she afraid?

When he had this question in his heart, another voice in his heart answered him.

"Because she's dying!"

"Because she killed my aunt!"

"Because of her malevolent, cursed blood!"

"She's always been like that, sick and cheap! Pauper mongrel! Coward!! ”

Grumpy, crazy, this voice tone is like a madman, which makes Xia Ming very repulsed, he frowned, instinctively a little resistant.

So the voice suddenly screamed, and—

"No, don't!"

"Don't eat me!"

"Help! God, help me! ”

There was horror in his words, which made Xia Ming very puzzled what had happened to this guy, and then he suddenly realized that this voice appeared from the bottom of his heart!

It's just that before he could study it, the strange sound was already like a candle in the wind, floating like smoke.

"Daddy..... I hate you! The last faint scream sounded and extinguished, like a pebble thrown into the water of a lake, and finally calmed down after a little ripple.

Then a large stream of memories suddenly appeared in Xia Ming's mind, stinging so hard that he subconsciously covered his head, his mouth was tightly pursed, and his face turned pale.

……

Shire. Cranston, born in the Cranston family in Ron County, Turin Kingdom, has a tyrannical and irritable personality, and was disliked by the earl's father, and was sent to Pita City after the coming-of-age ceremony two months ago, preparing to inherit the barony of his aunt who died suddenly, but for some reason, the succession ceremony has not been carried out.

Now he lives at No. 42 Privet Street, Pita City, and in addition to an old housekeeper, there is only the little girl named Anne, the adopted daughter of the late aunt, who is his cousin, but because of the title inheritance system, Charles has the responsibility of raising the girl...... Because I don't like his cowardly character, I usually beat and scold.... Untapped...

As the memories continued to flow into the combing, the tingling sensation in his mind slowly faded away, and finally, raising his hand to wipe the blood flowing from the wings of his nose, the young man couldn't help but smile slightly bitterly.

"Charles.... Xia Ming, there is no obstacle to this name. ”

Xia Ming, or rather Charles, is not bad at accepting the fact that he has crossed over, because he has been wandering around the city aimlessly for a long time, and he has just inexplicably possessed this scumbag before he can be considered fully alive - or it can be called a seizure.

Stunned, confused, sad, reluctant.... The psychological process that should have been experienced has long been experienced, and the past has finally been pressed to the bottom of his heart, and now, in addition to finding a way home, his main thing is one thing - to live.

With Charles. Cranston's identity lives.

However, if memory serves....

A picture flashed, and Charles couldn't help but look back, in the messy room, a dead homeless corpse staring at the ceiling with round eyes.

"This scumbag!"

With a scolding sound, Charles slammed the door shut, hurried to the corpse, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to move the corpse to the bottom of the bed first.

When he struggled to move, he caught a glimpse of a brown and black notebook on the table out of the corner of his eye, which made him even more angry.

Devils, wraiths, witchers, ancient demons, psychics, churches, gods... Even if the industrial revolution that has just emerged in recent years ushers in the signs of technology, it still can't stop this from being a world full of all kinds of gods and monsters.

It is completely two worlds from his previous life!

The notebook is proof of this, and if I remember correctly, it contains some knowledge about death.

The original body regarded this thing as a lifesaver, hoping to learn some forbidden spells from this notebook, and then successfully overcome the current crisis of not being able to inherit the title, and then fantasized about using this knowledge to make a counterattack in life, impressing his stern father, and proving that even if he was assigned to the frontier, he had the strength to rise "again".

He did learn something, but because of the lack of experimental materials, there was no way to know whether he had succeeded in learning, so this irascible gentleman from an aristocratic family prepared to find experimental materials by himself-

That is, this corpse.

Unfortunately, it turns out that what he learned went wrong, and not only did it not work, but instead put himself in it - and then attracted a lonely ghost.

Charles was glad that he was reckless, otherwise he might not know how long he would have to float, but he also secretly hated this guy's brainless behavior. The city at his feet is not his hometown, and without the earl's father, he may be found out at any time in this harmful life!

Yes, at the moment, this homeless man was strangled to death by his own hands after the original body was introduced into the room, with a very "simple" purpose, wanting him to turn into a corpse and then try to "resurrect" him.

The tyranny of this guy can be seen.

So Charles didn't feel the slightest guilt about giving him up.

It's just that he has no guilt but has to wipe his ass, and then he has to do a series of aftermath and sweeping actions - this guy used to be arrogant and committed crimes, and he didn't do any cover-up measures at all!

Thinking of this, his movement of the corpse suddenly stopped. I couldn't help but look at the notebook.

"Where did this thing come from?" Constantly rummaging through the memories of the original body, all kinds of suspicious things made him have a bad premonition.

Decisively abandoning the half-moved corpse, Charles hurried to the window and lifted the blue curtain to look out.

Under the three-story house, on the street outside the iron fence, a black horse-drawn carriage was speeding towards it, and in the distance, Charles could faintly see through the glass window, and there seemed to be several men in black uniforms sitting inside.

"Police!?"

"Sure enough, this guy was yin!"

Hurriedly lowering the curtain, the young man took a few steps back, for fear that outsiders would see him through the window, and then turned his head to look at the corpse that had sunk under the bed.

He couldn't help but despair.

Now it's too late to destroy the corpses, and when the police come up, eighty percent were arrested at the scene and didn't run.

Hiding the corpse completely? It's impossible to expect them not to search!

"Pretending to be justified is too much? Not to mention how the person who manipulated this matter behind the scenes would deal with it, the original memory didn't have much legal knowledge at all, and who knows if there was such a thing as justifiable defense in this place......"

The lonely soul has been floating like a ghost for more than half a month, and finally survived, but can only usher in the fate of imprisonment?

Don't be so!

"Can nobility protect oneself?"

"No, it can't be! This guy hasn't really inherited the title yet, he's just a half-noble, half-civilian lord, and even if he is a nobleman, he can't get away with killing someone! ”

"Asking for help from the family? Let's not say that the original body is not liked by the family, even if you help, it is beyond the reach of the whip! ”

"Bail? It seems that the kingdom of Durin does not yet have such a system, and even if there is, the few assets left of him due to his profligacy are estimated to be insufficient at all! ”

"Hire a lawyer? Exploiting the law of the Kingdom? ”

"This kind of thing, you also have to be rich...."

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and Charles found that he seemed to have no other option but to escape.

Going to jail?

Losing the possibility of inheriting the title forever? A beautiful new life has not yet begun, and you are labeled as a criminal?

Chrysanthemums are not guaranteed?

"Fuck it in jail!" With a scolding, Charles gritted his teeth and made a decision.

Run!

Gotta run!

I'll think about everything else after I've run away!

At least don't let people catch it!

But how to run? Where to run!?

The thought flashed through his mind, as if he had flipped some kind of switch, and Charles only felt a buzz, and the bedroom in front of him became in a trance.

A bronze door inscribed with twisted reliefs slowly appeared in front of him, silently, attracting all his attention.

The metal door flickered, one moment like an illusory projection, the other it was full of reality, and the various reliefs on it were twisted and intertwined, and as the eye looked, some of the human face sculptures on it seemed to be constantly writhing, and the edges bloomed with a strange clear light, like welding marks, "deeply" inlaid the bronze door in the air.

"Why is there a door?"

He muttered, a moment of astonishment and hesitation on his face.

Just about to run, a door suddenly popped up, which is too coincidental, right?

What's behind the door? Could it be a trap?

Or is this the legendary golden finger?

Trying to push it open, the seemingly hard door lightly revealed a gap, and a large amount of clear light overflowed.

The light was not strong, but it gave people a very soft feeling, but Charles was not careless.

Outside the window, the carriage had stopped, and several black-uniformed policemen were quickly emerging from the carriage, and the situation was already precarious.

"But you must not be impulsive."

Taking a deep breath, Charles tried his best to keep himself calm, and briefly tested it with the Nanmu cane placed in the corner of the table, and found that he could get in, so he hurriedly picked up the corpse and threw it behind the door, but—

Airplanes!

The clear light rippled, and it made a distinctive vibration sound when it came into contact with the corpse, but it firmly blocked it out of the door.

Looking at this, Charles widened his eyes: "What's the matter?" Can you stick in? ”

He had already heard the sound of the downstairs knocking on the door and the housekeeper going to open the door, which made him break out in a cold sweat, grabbed his cane and experimented again, he could also reach in, but the corpse couldn't!

"Why?"

"Is it because one is an object and the other is a person?"

"No, unless this one is conscious, it is impossible to tell this, both are dead things, just different materials... Or is it because the parasite inside the corpse is alive? ”

"That's kind of," Charles didn't believe it, and didn't want to believe it was because of it, so he turned his head quickly, and eventually, he looked at the corpse at his feet again.

Is it because the cane can be thrown in but the corpse can't be thrown in because one is thrown in and the other is in?

In other words, is it because one is under his contact and the other is in a separate state?

"Isn't there a golden finger in those novels that only recognizes the master, maybe this one is too?"

Thinking about it, Charles grabbed the homeless man's arm and peeked in.

A little ripple appeared, and the arm went straight in!

Charles's face was overjoyed, and then he hurriedly began to act.

From the arms, to the chest, to the entire upper body, to the lower body; As the gate ripples, the destruction of the corpse is about to be completed.

However, just as he shoved the homeless man into 99% and was grabbing the instep and pushing it in, he suddenly realized that unless he dragged the body out again, his hands could not leave the surface of his feet...

It's like being glued together by super glue, and you can't get rid of it no matter how you pull it, but it's more peculiar than glue.

He was a little dumbfounded that his hands could touch and pull away in turn, but he couldn't let go completely, and had to keep touching.

The sound of the butler negotiating with the police was already faintly audible, and the footsteps sounded rapidly, getting closer and closer—

On the one hand, it was caught, and this gate was exposed by the way, and on the other hand, it was the unknown, and I don't know what would happen....

Charles's expression was a little uncertain.

However, there was no time for him to think about it, the footsteps were already approaching the bedroom door, and there was no need to think about it, after a while, he either knocked on the door, or directly slammed into the door, and the next ending was destined not to be very good.

He eventually gritted his teeth.

"No matter!"

He was about to enter the door, but he suddenly remembered something, turned around and reached out, grabbed the brown and black notebook placed on the table behind him and stuffed it into his arms, and then no longer hesitated, kicked his legs, and rushed in before the police crashed open the door, and then-

The feeling of weightlessness is sudden!

……

Screams appeared overhead, and in the sun, a group of knights in shining armor subconsciously raised their heads, only to see two humanoid black figures falling from the sky, landing on the blonde boy who was protected by the knights in the center.

The knights couldn't help but be shocked, and the sound of the long sword unsheathed was everywhere.

"Presumptuous!"

"Get out of the way!"

"Alert! Someone stabbed Prince Joffrey!! ”