"Isn't this where Lao Li Tou lives? I said Fang Yue, are you sure you got it wrong? ”

Ren Junlin led a group of family members with knives and sticks, held torches, and followed Fang Yue to the front of the house where the Ren family lived.

Yan Qiuhong's soul loss attack occurred again at night, Fang Yue used his magical power to spy on the person behind him, and asked Ren Junlin to bring all the people to come here with him.

After the rain, the ground was wet, and a few people stood far away, looking at the room with only a little light shining through the darkness.

"Be quiet, take the thief and take the stolen goods, don't disturb the people inside."

Fang Yue glanced at Ren Junlin and reminded him to speak quietly.

……

Lao Li Tou got up from Yan Qiuhong's skirt and felt a little dizzy.

"I'm old."

He thought to himself, and looked back at the bed, where in the dim light of the kerosene lamp, a delicate female body was faintly visible wrapped in a skirt, and a thin, lingering gasp came out.

"Master, stay with the slave family for a while."

Yan Qiu Hongjiao said coquettishly, her voice was crisp and beautiful, with a bit of coquettishness, especially at this moment, still in the afterglow of love, with a few trills, which was extremely unbearable.

The withered heart of the old plum head was moistened and reactivated.

However, he also felt a little jealous, because Yan Qiuhong regarded him as a master, so he was so coquettish.

"She's mine, she's mine."

Such a thought repeatedly appeared in Lao Litou's heart, he looked at the strange rattle in his hand, and a new, never-before-seen thought grew in his heart.

Since you can control Yan Qiuhong, why don't you try to control others?

If Master Ren is controlled, won't the Ren family's property fall into his hands.

If then, he will be able to turn from a coachman to a master.

There is no need to hide in this dark corner and occupy Yan Qiuhong in this weird way.

Instead, he was above board and enjoyed Yan Qiuhong's young and delicate body.

This kind of thought, once it grows, quickly takes root in Lao Litou's heart and can no longer be dispelled.

Just like when he first got this rattle, he had the idea of possessing Yan Qiuhong in his heart, and then he never forgot it.

ran to the laundry room to steal a set of Yan Qiuhong's changed clothes, and then indirectly achieved the purpose of possession through this strange means.

Now, I feel a little dissatisfied again.

"Master, why are you still standing there, do you dislike the slave family?"

Yan Qiuhong wanted to stay warm for a while, but Lao Li Tou kept standing there in a daze, and the expression on his face changed.

Hearing Yan Qiuhong's words, Lao Li Tou came back to his senses.

He was dumb and speechless, and the two "babbling" sounds were a response.

Then I thought of something, picked up the rattle in my hand, and shook it again.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The projectiles on both sides of the rattle shake and hit the drum surface, making a rhythmic sound.

The gloomy aura was permeating again, and around the room of the black hole, there were shadows, as if something was there.

A black gas rose from the ground and enveloped the room.

The room was so quiet that only the sound of Old Man Li's breathing remained, completely isolated from the world outside the house.

Even the chirping of insects in the grass outside the house could not be heard inside the house at the moment.

In the same way, no sound inside the house can be heard outside the house.

After doing this, Lao Li Tou stopped and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, he felt a little tired.

This is a feeling of exhaustion that penetrates the soul, fortunately, it is not very serious, Lao Li Tou doesn't care very much, his heart is filled with excitement at the moment, and he is about to play new tricks.

Lao Li Tou couldn't notice it at all, every time he shook the rattle, his face was a little older.

Although it is not obvious once or twice, it accumulates again and again, and it becomes serious.

Lao Li Tou is called Lao Li Tou, and he is actually in his forties, younger than Master Ren.

But now, if they stand together and compare, they will never see that Lao Li Tou is younger than Master Ren.

Lao Li's hair was half gray, and his face was wrinkled.

It's just that he is a coachman, a marginal figure, without a wife and children, who will notice this strange change in him.

Even if someone who knows sees it, it will only think that his life is too difficult and he is aging fast.

Don't talk about others, even Lao Li Tou himself, he didn't notice the changes in himself, he is a bad old man, how can he often look in the mirror.

Besides, he has already tasted the sweetness, even if Lao Li Tou knows the price, he will never give up using this rattle.

He was originally a low-level character, and he has been like this all his life, he has no future, he can't even get a wife, and if he pays this price, he can taste the sweetness of Yan Qiuhong, and what is there to be unwilling.

It's like a bear that tastes the deliciousness of honey, even if it knows that it will be chased and stung by bees every time, it still goes to the hive to steal honey every time.

On the bed, Yan Qiuhong, who was wrapped in a skirt, saw that she was so coquettish, Lao Li Tou had not come up to continue to warm up with her, she was a little angry, and turned her body to the inside of the bed, leaving a delicate back to Lao Li Tou.

Lao Li swallowed, picked up the lampshade of the kerosene lamp on the table, and extinguished the lamp.

The room was plunged into darkness.

Old Li Tou shook the rattle again.

"Knock knock."

There were only two hurried sounds, and Yan Qiuhong on the bed suddenly woke up from her daze.

Unable to see in the dark, Yan Qiuhong felt a hand caress her round buttocks.

She had just regained consciousness, and her mind was still a little foggy, and she said angrily: "Master, you are doing something strange again."

But soon, she realized that something was wrong, the bed board here was hard, but it was not as soft as the bed in her bedroom, and the strange hand behind her was a little frizzy, but it was not as gentle as Master Ren.

"Who are you?" Yan Qiuhong exclaimed in surprise, completely sobered up, and then thought of the humiliating experience last night, and immediately understood her current situation, and was suddenly terrified to the extreme.

Old man Li pressed it suddenly, and Yan Qiuhong struggled desperately.

……

Yan Qiuhong's bedroom.

Several thick candles burn on the delicate openwork candlesticks, illuminating the surroundings as bright as day.

Master Ren stayed beside Yan Qiuhong and sighed.

At this moment, Yan Qiuhong was lying on the bed covered with cloud and silk brocade, her eyes were closed, and her face was ruddy, like a begonia sleeping in spring.

However, if you want to wake her up at this time, it is impossible.

This is the "loss of soul" that has flare up again.

"Fang Xiucai said that he had found the person behind him, Junlin was leading people to arrest him, I don't know what the result was?"

Master Ren was a little worried, not only worried about the concubine lying on the bed, but also worried about catching someone's son.

Even in comparison, he was more worried about his son's safety.

Although he was very strict with Ren Junlin on his face, Master Ren was very precious in his heart.

It's just that he himself was born in poverty, and he has seen a lot of losers from rich official families, and he is worried that Ren Junlin will not study well, so he has always been very strict with him, hoping to polish his temperament.

"Hope everything goes well."

Master Ren was thinking to himself, Yan Qiuhong, who was originally motionless on the bed, suddenly struggled violently and shouted for help.