Chapter 132: Bloody Handprints Spread All Over the Room
Centennial shop.
The rule inherited from the Yin-Yang shop is that if you want to get something, you must pay something of equal value in exchange, which is a rule that has never been broken by any ghost.
Whoever it is, you must obey.
Liu Qiang's hand trembled slightly... He now, what else can be exchanged, except for his current soul, he has nothing, and Yun'er's meaning to him is more important than life, and now, he has no equivalent to exchange at all.
"Ahem..."
Su Qi's steps retreated, she couldn't stand her body at all for a while, her heart was pounding, and the sudden panic made her whole person unable to stand on her body, and her chest rose and fell violently, so that she could be slightly relieved.
"Grandpa, grandpa."
Unconsciously spit out these two words in his mouth, could it be that something happened to his grandfather?
Why, she had such a feeling, as if she was going to lose something if it was too late.
The hand subconsciously grabbed Fan Mo's clothes, and at this moment, her lips trembled slightly: "Fan Mo, grandpa... Is something wrong with grandpa, I'm so panicked, I'm panicked. ”
She couldn't hold her mind at all now, and her steps staggered slightly.
The body almost fell to the ground.
Fan Mo took her into his arms with his big hand, and his dark eyes flashed meaningfully: "It's okay, I'm here." With both arms forced, she leaned her whole body against him, so as to prevent her body from falling to the ground.
There was suddenly more cold light in his eyes, and Fan Mo turned his eyes slightly to look at Liu Qiang: "Give you a day to think about it." ”
With a flick of his sleeves, a method immediately appeared in front of them, and Fan Mo finally directly hugged Su Qi in his arms, took a step, and left from the cemetery, just a blink of an eye.
Even though it took a little time, Su Qi still felt that thousands of years had passed.
There was already dense sweat on his forehead, and his footsteps stepped on the ground again, Su Qiqiang endured the soreness on his body, and insisted on walking towards his room step by step: "Grandpa... Grandfather. ”
"Bang.. Bang.."
When he came to this corridor, a low voice came from the room, and the entire corridor was also shrouded in a burst of yin qi, and Su Qi subconsciously clenched his fists.
"There's a ghost, huh?"
The yin qi made Su Qi's body involuntarily small particles.
"Hmm."
Indifferently, he looked around the corridor with dark eyes, didn't care, took her hand and walked towards the room step by step.
"Squeak."
Su Qi did not hesitate to push open the door in front of him, the scene inside was no longer a simple room, on the wall, on the ground, and even on the door frame, there were bloody handprints, almost all over the entire room.
The smell of blood also filled the room.
As soon as his little face turned white, Su Qi's feeling of nausea came again, and he instantly fell on his stomach and retched, his whole heart was panicked, and he didn't care about his discomfort, so he began to look for Old Man Su in the room.
Finally, in a corner, he was found almost dead.
When... When has she ever seen her grandfather look so down, although the previous grandfather was old, he was full of spirit every time and his body was very good, but during this time he was unconscious.
It's so old, even...
Death at any time.