Jiang Yehan did not show his face in front of Rong Bei with the ghost hand, but stopped at the stone road at the corner and eavesdropped on the grievances between the two.

Through the gaps between the prison trees, the ghost hand saw the young master of the Rong Mansion who was suave in the past, and he was unkempt and unkempt under the stairs, and his heart was extremely happy, and he excitedly grabbed the chains between the wooden doors, and sighed that God had opened his eyes and let Rong Bei plant in his hands.

Rong Bei, who was leaning against the corner, heard the footsteps in the aisle, and said without raising his head: "Jiang Wan, no matter how many times you come back, I still say the same thing, I have passed on the position of the head of the family to Qingyi, and you want to occupy my Rong family and change your surname to Jiang? ”

"I'm not Jiang Wan, Jiang Wan is dead. The ghost hand took his words.

He raised his eyes in surprise and met the ghost hand, "Are you?"

"Senior brother Qing Shuijing, she should have mentioned me to you. The ghost hand clasped the lock hanging in the center of the chain, twisted it so hard that the lock broke in half, and the chain fell to the ground with a bang, and the door opened.

Rong Bei didn't know this person, but looking at the other party's aggressive and aggressive appearance, it was obviously not good. He stood up against the wall, "Jing'er never told me that she has a senior brother, and I don't know you." ”

"Jing'er, who allows you to call my junior sister so affectionate?" The ghost hand was extremely angry, and rushed in in two of three steps and pinched Rong Bei's shoulder blades. Can you get rid of all the relationships with a sentence of not knowing each other? It's a good death and doesn't admit it, this is how Rong Bei relied on the child in his sister's womb back then, right?

As soon as he thought that Bingqing Yujie's junior sister had a skin-to-skin relationship with Rong Bei, the jealous anger in his chest rushed upward, burning his reason, and he punched Rong Bei to the stomach. "She loves you so much that she doesn't want her face or reputation, and you can't even give her the title of concubine, are you worthy of being a man?"

There was a hot pain in his abdomen, and Rong Bei bent his body and knelt on the ground. Half of his life was saved by Qing Shuijing, what he owes to Qing Shuijing is not only the grace of saving his life, but also the obligation and responsibility, and he may not be able to repay it after pouring out this life. If he could, he would rather Qing Shui Jing see death than save him, rather than the three of them suffering each other later. Her gloomy eyes were full of guilt, "It's me who is sorry for her." ”

"I'm sorry?" The three words that didn't hurt or itch stung the ghost's hand. He kicked on Rong Bei's spine, his body was half squatting, pulling Rong Bei's messy long hair, and his eyes were cracked: "Senior sister has suffered, you will be done with a word of sorry?"

Rong Bei lay on the ground, his face was covered with dust, he spit out the grass clippings in his mouth, and was forced to raise his head, "Then what do you want, do you want to kill me? ”

The ghost hand laughed twice maniacally, and suddenly lowered his head close to Rong Bei's ear, "I want to die, and it will be difficult to solve the hatred in my heart if I break your body into ten thousand pieces!" He took out a golden needle from the bamboo stick of the hat and pierced it into the acupuncture point along the back of Rong Bei's neck.

"Ah!" a heart-rending cry of pain resounded throughout the secret passage.

Rong Bei's whole body was itchy and painful, like thousands of ants pouring into the tendons, gnawing on the flesh and sucking up the blood, he kept shivering, and a white foam slowly flowed out of his mouth. It was only at this time that Rong Bei clearly realized that what the ghost hand wanted was not his life, but that he wanted to live better than death.

The second golden needle went down, and the ghost hand spread out his arm and clamped his head, "Say, where is my junior sister?" He walked from the north to the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and then to Nanning, it took more than ten years, and finally found a clue about his junior sister in Jinling City, he wanted to take his junior sister back to the north and live in seclusion in the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows.

Rong Bei was choked by the throat, and his face was so pale that he couldn't breathe. It's not that he doesn't hide it, it's that he really doesn't know. Qing Shui Jing fulfilled his relationship with Xi Xiyin and left Hecheng, but there was no trace of her life in Hecheng, as if she had disappeared out of thin air. So far, it is impossible to say whether it is dead or alive.

The ghost hand found nothing, and his patience gradually wore out, he squinted his eyes and turned the half-dead Rong Bei over, "Originally, you honestly told the whereabouts of your junior sister, maybe I could keep your whole body." But you just don't know what to do, the dead duck's mouth is hard to consume with me, then it's good, I'll train you to be a living dead and let you destroy the Rong Mansion with your own hands. ”

The third red needle is placed between the two fingers, from top to bottom, to the mouth of Rongbei's heart.

Rong Bei's eyes widened, and a mouthful of old blood sprayed on the cloak of the ghost hand, and the blood stains flowed slowly along the edge of the cloak, and the numb body was crooked in the arms of the ghost hand.

The ghost hand turned his head and said to Jiang Yehan, who was peeping behind him, "Is the play good?"

Jiang Yehan walked out of the dark passage timidly, and after seeing the technique of the ghost hand silver needle flying acupoint, he was afraid that if he didn't pay attention, the ghost hand needle would be stabbed on his body. "Where am I watching a play? It's a curiosity, so I won't disturb you and Rongbei to catch up with the past. ”

The explanation was barely reasonable, and the ghost hand did not continue to investigate.

Jiang Yehan glanced at Rong Bei, who was not moving at all, and asked him urgently: "Is a few stitches enough?" Can I drive him. However, the afterglow swept to the blood-dripping cloak, and suddenly a chill overflowed from the soles of his feet, and he was uneasy.

"Scared, you still want to control Rong Bei...... "The ghost hand scoffed and threw the person to the ground.

Jiang Yehan then shuddered, what he was afraid of was not blood, it was a person with ghost hands. The toes stretched out and kicked Rong Bei to confirm that he was alive or dead.

The ghost hand told him, "I'm not dead for the time being, when I feed it with side medicine, you can pull out the needles on the three acupuncture points, and he can completely obey you." ”

"Great......" Jiang Yehan was overjoyed, once he took control of Rongbei, it didn't matter if there was Rong Qingyi in the ninth wedding, and it would be effortless to invade the Rong Mansion. As for his old enemy Rong Sheng, he didn't believe that she dared to do something rebellious to his father Rong Bei.

"You seem excited. The ghost hand saw the heat in his eyes, and the corners of his eyebrows were slightly raised.

Jiang Yehan restrained the laughter in his expression, and tried his best to flatter: "I am happy that you have changed your mind and are willing to help me." ”

"I can help you in the front, and the only one who can help you in the back is yourself. The ghost hand reminded him, "In addition to the three needles, decoction, and most importantly, the medicine lead, if you want to control Rongbei, you have to spend a lot of money to control the living dead." ”

The terrible tone was terrifying to hear, and the corners of Jiang Yehan's mouth twitched, and he couldn't laugh anymore. He swallowed his throat and asked weakly, "What do you need me to do?"

"It's very simple, cut seventy-two hairs and feed them with blood. After the ghost hand finished speaking, a gust of cold wind soaked through his cloak, and on the heavy veil, one eye was normal, and the other eye was white. He hurriedly pressed the cloak with his hand, staggering Jiang Yehan's look of looking up and down.

It happened that Jiang Yehan saw the blind eye, the ghost hand's medical skills were clever, but his temper was strange. He didn't dare to offend easily, so he pretended to be casual and responded: "By the way, do you know Rong Sheng?"