Scapegoat.

That is, to continue life with life, no matter how grandiose it is, it is still evil art after all. Even if Lao Qi doesn't know why, he knows that this is not a good thing, but he is not a good person himself, if he takes the life of an unrelated person for the sake of his brother, he really doesn't care.

But the problem is in that voluntariness.

If it were normal, Lao Qi would have a way to find a willing person, and hundreds of thousands of dollars could be done in many ways, and money was omnipotent in many ways. But now it's only a few hours before twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and even if he pays this money, he doesn't have that time to operate.

"That'...... I'm going to think of a way, in the next few hours, I'll trouble Mr. to take care of my brother first, whether I can find it or not, I'll be back before half past eleven. ”

Since signing that word, he seems to have subconsciously trusted Ku Ding, so the seventh child knows that there is not much time left for his brother.

So saying, he went out the door, and he was afraid that he would be looking for many people that night.

And Ku Ding motioned for Ning Meng to send him out of the alley, but he himself reached out to help the man who was no longer conscious.

"Why don't you tell him that this man can't be saved."

It wasn't until Lao Qi left that Meng Po walked out of the inner hall again and asked Ku Ding when she opened her mouth.

"He can't find a substitute for the dead."

"What if he finds it?"

"At this time, there is only one person who is eligible, if he finds it, I will make an exception to save it, isn't it good, what are you afraid of, it's a big deal to eat. However, is he willing? ”

Ku Ding reached out and dipped some tea in the teacup and nodded on the man's forehead, and for some reason, the man stopped, although his weak body looked more like a skeleton, and it didn't seem to need help, but there seemed to be something wandering under his skin.

Ning Meng, who had sent away the seventh child, started playing the game again, and Meng Po sat next to Ku Ding and seemed to be chatting with him about something, as if no one was paying attention to the man who was standing motionless in place.

And so on until late at night.

When Lao Qi came back, the expression on his face was not good-looking, he seemed to have something to say to Ku Ding, but in the end he didn't speak.

It is still ten minutes before twelve o'clock in the morning.

"Send him away."

Lao Qi didn't speak, but Ku Ding did this wicked person.

"Is there really no other way?"

"It is better for him to live like this, it is better to die earlier, let him go, why let him suffer this sin again. I could have him talk to you for the last few words, though, but you have to be prepared. ”

Ku Ding stared at Lao Qi, who seemed to nod helplessly.

"Do I need anything to prepare?"

"Just look at it. By the way, what's his name? ”

"Qianlong."

"Huh."

Ku Ding slapped a blow to Qianlong's head, Qianlong fell straight to the ground in response, Lao Qi was just about to help, but was glared back by Ku Ding's eyes, at this time, Ku Ding's dark eyes condensed a trace of coldness, this cold breath pressed the surrounding people to find it difficult to look up, and they didn't dare to look directly.

"Man has three souls, one of which is called the womb light, the Lord God; There are seven spirits, one of which is called stinky lungs, and the Lord is angry. The spirit is scattered, the gas is gone, and death is near. ”

Ku Ding paused word by word, a pair of slender white hands connected with several inexplicable marks, and a force pulled Qianlong's body into a somewhat strange shape, and then Ku Ding's hands poked heavily into Qianlong's lung cavity and throat chakra, and the force was so great that he poked out a bloody hole.

The whole person trembled at this startled, but he soon saw that there was no blood in the blood hole poked out by Ku Ding, but some black liquid.

"If a person is dead, the three souls go to the second, and the seven spirits are scattered and left one, condensing into the wandering soul to return to the hometown, and seeing the last face of the relatives, so there is a saying that the head is seven and the relatives are left."

The cold breath that seemed to emanate from Ku Ding's body turned into a thin black smoke with a breath of hot air exhaled by Ku Ding, and penetrated into the blood hole of the lung cavity and throat chakra that he poked out, and it seemed that a rotten stench that had been held in Qianlong's body for a long time as if it had been sinking for a hundred years instantly filled the entire room, and the choked old seven eyes were black, and he almost fainted.

"The soul is terrible, the door is here, everything is resting, and you should return. Soul-returning, Qianlong. ”

And Qianlong's body suddenly coughed up a mouthful of pus and blood, and he sat up slowly.

"The other person was already dead when he was in that tomb, and he rushed out with a breath of anger, probably also to send you some words, you forcibly kept his breath, after a long time, he suffered, you will also be implicated, I mentioned his soul, you have thirty seconds."

Looking at the staggering Qianlong, who actually sat up, in the words of Ku Ding, who had died, Lao Qi first took three steps back in a row, and did not stand firm until he was against a table. Then he rushed over and grabbed Qianlong.

I don't know if it's because of Ku Ding's operation, or Qianlong's body is already abnormal, after emitting a large amount of foul smell, his originally shriveled body swelled up, those black liquids along the blood holes poked out by Ku Ding, flowing all over his body, under the illumination of the light, his whole body was miserable and white, those black liquids and pale skin contrasted with a strange vision, the head that was slightly deformed because of swelling was crooked at a strange angle, his white eyes kept agitating, and his Adam's apple trembled up and down, A low, hoarse grunt sound.

“…… Ghost...... Found it...... Kill...... Take care...... Unwilling! ”

Qianlong stared at the whitening eyes, his twisted hands clutched Lao Qi's arm, and spit seemingly unrelated words in his mouth, trying to express the last words he wanted to say.

When the last word was finished, a black gas erupted from his mouth, and then his whole body began to tremble, and the black gas that was sprayed out instantly spread out, Lao Qi just smelled a trace, and the whole person's eyes rolled, and he fainted directly.

Ku Ding's expression was serious, he opened his mouth and took a deep breath, swallowed all the diffuse black gas into his mouth, and then reached out and pressed it on Qianlong's forehead, his mouth slowly opened and closed, and an extremely slow tone came out, and Qianlong, who was trembling constantly, quieted down.

"However, there is a bridge, the hometown is over, the soul is sad, and the dust is gone."

It's just that this silence didn't last long, and Qianlong's body didn't lie on the ground again according to Ku Ding's wishes. In just a few dozen seconds, his body began to shake again, the black liquid on his body seeped more and more, his dry throat let out a low hiss, and a pair of pale eyes actually shed bloody tears.

The hiss was so sad that one could feel the hatred and anger he expressed.

"It's not good, you have to become a living corpse."