"It's not impossible to smoke you, Young Master Yan, are you sure? Are you sure you can accept it into a girl's body? Zhang Wanmo was skeptical of Yan Shuyuan.

"How long will it take to find Shen Siyu with your ability? It won't take a day and a night, will it? ”

"Of course!" Zhang Wanmo was confident, "I am also a descendant of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, if I find Shen Siyu, it will take three hours at most." ”

"That's fine."

After it was confirmed, we still told Zhang Qiang about it, and Zhang Qiang was also very supportive, as long as we could find Shen Siyu as soon as possible.

Soul extraction is very complicated, and once again borrowed the soul transfer lamp.

But what I didn't expect was that soul extraction was a very painful thing.

The soul transfer lamp between Yan Shuyuan and Shen Siyu began to play its own role, and Zhang Wanmo instructed me to use a hairpin to extract part of Yan Shuyuan's soul.

At first, I thought that Zhang Wanmo was making a fuss by tying Yan Shuyuan to the bed with a rope, until I started to extract, Yan Shuyuan, who was usually calm and composed, actually clenched his teeth in pain and broke out in a cold sweat.

His brows were furrowed tightly, and he trembled in pain.

Seeing him like this, I hesitated, and the movements in my hands slowed down.

"Little Star! Hurry up, the slower you move, the longer Young Master Yan will be in pain! ”

After receiving Zhang Wanmo's reminder, I calmed down, gritted my teeth and sped up the speed of my hand.

That's what I'm capable of, so I don't know what the last soul and soul will be.

When it was all done, my back was already wet with sweat.

Yan Shuyuan and Shen Siyu both fainted.

"Are you alright?" Zhang Qiang stood at the door and was also impatient.

"It's okay, it's okay." Zhang Wanmo waved his hand.

He had been using the Soul Shifting Lantern to assist me on the side, and he was also very tired, and seeing that everyone was okay, he sat down on the stool on the side.

In order to ensure that Yan Shuyuan and Shen Siyu would wake up suddenly, there would be no accident with Shen Siyu and Zhang Qiang.

Zhang Wanmo made a bunk next to Yan Shuyuan's bed.

I went back to my room to rest.

When I woke up the next day, I smelled the omelette in the kitchen.

Could it be that Zhang Wanmo has changed his character? Actually got up to cook?

I was wondering, but I didn't expect Yan Shuyuan to come out of the kitchen with an apron and a plate.

"Morning, stars." He greeted me with a smile.

This is, Yan Shuhang?

I was beaten with a spirit all over my body, and suddenly remembered that Yan Shuyuan and Yan Shuhang were two souls in one, this Yan Shuyuan was drained of his soul, and the remaining soul and soul must not be able to withstand Yan Shuhang's control, so Yan Shuhang is now in control of his body, which is just right.

"Where's Zhang Wanmo?"

"I'm still asleep, maybe I was too tired yesterday." Yan Shuyuan brought the plate to the table and beckoned me again, "Come and eat, it seems that I calculated the time very accurately, but I didn't expect you to get up as soon as I made it." ”

I looked at the wall clock on the wall, it was already eight o'clock in the morning.

At this time, my circadian alarm clock has been formed.

Sitting on a stool and about to eat, there was a knock on the door.

Standing outside the door was Zhang Qiang, with a quiet Shen Siyu behind him, "Yan Shuyuan?" You, haven't you already pumped your soul to Xiaoyu? Why, how does it look like nothing is going on at all. ”

"Hey, you know what! That's what a master is! Zhang Wanmo also walked out of the room at this time, but his hair was messy like a chicken nest.

Without even washing his hands, he grabbed a piece of bread and began to eat it.

"Come in." Yan Shuhang turned sideways and asked Zhang Qiang and Shen Siyu to come in first.

Fortunately, the dining table that Yan Shuyuan bought was big enough, and the five of us would not feel crowded when we sit.

Shen Siyu looked much better today, because of the presence of the main soul, Yan Shuyuan's other souls could only rely on Shen Siyu.

After eating, Yan Shuhang called Du Ai, and we drove a 7-seater USV, and according to Shen Siyu's instructions, we went in one direction.

The car drove more and more remotely, until it reached the edge of the county seat.

The last place to stop is an abandoned factory.

In order not to startle the snakes, we all got off the bus and walked not far away.

The weather today was not very good, there was light rain in the sky, and several of us were wearing black raincoats.

When he arrived at the door, Shen Siyu looked a little anxious and wanted to rush inside immediately.

Zhang Wanmo said that this was because Shen Siyu's original soul was in it.

He asked Zhang Qiang to hold Shen Siyu first, and then let us take a closer look at what was going on inside.

The windows of the factory are very large, but they have been boarded up, leaving only a few small gaps.

We could just see through the cracks.

The lights are on in the factory, which means that there are people inside.

There was also the smell of some corpses decomposing.

Like Zhang Wanmo and the others, I lay on the wooden planks of the factory and looked inside through the gaps.

I saw that in the empty factory, there was only a large drawing board and a square table, and there was a person lying on the table, no, it was a corpse.

It's Tang Li's corpse!

I saw a man dressed in black all over his body picking up a piece of white paper and covering Tang Li's body.

Then carefully, little by little, press it flat, so that every part of Tang Li is printed on the white paper.

This is the real rubbing of the human body.

In a few moments, the white paper was lifted, and the man held it high and placed it in the light above his head to shine and admire.

I saw it, I saw his face.

It was a man in his mid-forties, with long hair, a beard covering his face, and a lot of paint on his face, and he looked very dirty.

But when he admired the paintings, he showed an obsessive look.

The painting was then hung on an easel to dry.

It was a rubbing-up of a human body that was close to extreme decay.

Because it was facing us, it could see clearly.

I looked at this painting as if I was really looking at the dead Tang Li, my head ached faintly, my stomach was peristalsis, if I hadn't tried my best to hold back, I might have vomited in the next second.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Wanmo took Zhang Qiang's hand and asked in a low voice with sternness.

"What are you doing here without calling the police?" Zhang Qiang asked rhetorically.

"This is not the real murderer at all, the real murderer, the thing on him, if you believe us, put the phone away first."

Yes, in this man's body, there is another person's soul, and that soul is dark, twisted, and even somewhat insane.

After hanging the painting, he returned to the table, looked at Tang Li on the table, and licked the paint off her body little by little!