"Now that you've decided, then, get ready, I'm going to take your soul blood and sign the master-servant contract. ”

As he spoke, Ding Qinghan took out a purple brush from his waist and held it in his right hand, and a whirlpool appeared on the mirror surface of the black copper mirror he was holding in his left hand.

This action is very weird!

Because after his right hand reached into the whirlpool on the mirror, the limb that reached into it disappeared magically, as if there was another world inside the bronze mirror!

Forehead~

In the bronze mirror, Song Mo's soul trembled, and the purple brush dotted on her eyebrows.

Outside, Ding Qinghan was chanting a spell, and after half a sound, the contract was signed.

After getting the contract, Ding Qinghan put away his hand to meditate and rest, but in the black bronze mirror, the beautiful Song Mo's eyes were blank, and then, instead of being cold and ruthless.

"Master!"

She knelt down on one knee, a respectful tone coming from the bronze mirror.

"Good!"

Ding Qinghan opened his eyes and glanced at them, then closed his eyes again and recuperated.

At the same time, in the room next door, there was a strange scene, only to see a brush dripping blood, without anyone manipulating it, stopped in mid-air, and kept painting on the rice paper pasted on the wall.

Time passed little by little, and when the last stroke fell, it could be seen that on the rice paper, a lifelike young girl, like a real person, was perfect!

The painting is really real, the person who paints is really God, and it is difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake.

If anyone is here, they will definitely find that the young girl in this portrait looks exactly the same as Song Yuanwai's daughter/Song Mo, and if you look closely, even the embroidery on the handkerchief is not bad.

Next, something even more incredible happened, I saw that the corners of Song Mo's mouth in the portrait rose slightly, and she suddenly smiled, and then, she was like a real person, from the portrait...... Crawled out!

A piece of rice paper, a pen dripping blood, fixed in the air, painting does not need someone to hold the pen, lifelike, the person in the painting is difficult to distinguish between the real and the false, the moment of laughter, he crawls out of the painting, this is the unique means of the fairy in the painting, needless to say, the eldest lady who walked out of this portrait is another self painted by Taoist Xue.

Outside the house, a sweeper hid under the corner of the window and peeked, when he saw his own lady in the painting crawling out of the painting, his face suddenly became extremely pale, the boss with his eyes was shaking, his whole body trembled, and then his lower body was hot, and he was directly scared to pee.

In the room, Miss Song, who crawled out of the painting, should have said that Shi Xue's other self was painting, looked at the position of the window corner and threw a wink.

Zizi ......

A purple electric current came out of her eyes, and with a bang, the window burst open.

Yes!

The sweeper was frightened, and instinctively turned around and ran.

But before he could figure out what was going on, he had already appeared on the bed in the room.

Daoist Xue was sitting on top of him, stroking his chest.

"You!" The sweeping boy wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything, he instinctively knew that he had to resist, but there was a consciousness in his mind telling him: It's so comfortable~

Skimming ......

Daoist Xue smiled charmingly, took out a short knife from under the pillow, looked hideous, aimed at the abdomen of the sweeping boy, and fell with a knife.

"Save ...... Fate!"

It's a pity that before he could pronounce the word, Daoist Xue had already killed him.

Then, Daoist Xue stretched out his left hand and grabbed his neck, pulled it hard, and his throat left his body.

And with it, people die!

Take the throat of the sweeper. Daoist Xue's right hand stretched out, her index finger raised, her fingertips glowing red, and she drew a strange pattern on the throat she held in her left hand.

After a while, after the pattern was drawn, the throat of the sweeping boy emitted bursts of light, gradually shrinking, and finally turned into a reduced version of Daoshi Xue with only the size of a fingernail.

"Back then, the old lady was injured too badly, causing all the clones to return to heaven, otherwise, with my ninety-nine clones, I can't live forever, just rely on Ding Qinghan's cultivation, where do I have the qualifications to point out to me. ”

"Damn Baisheng Charm, damn the people of the Mountain Spirit Academy, and that damn traitor, they actually shamelessly joined forces to deal with the old lady, this revenge is difficult to solve the hatred in my heart!" "Thinking of his current situation, Daoist Xue was angry, angry, and his eyes exposed endless killing opportunities!

In a fit of rage, she smashed her right hand downward, and her long nails swept the floor of the boy's abdomen and pierced her back.

After venting, Daoist Xue poured out a swarm of paper ants from the bag, turned around and walked out of the room.

Thousands of paper ants in the room burrowed into the body of the sweeping boy, devouring them frantically, and in less than half a column of incense, all that was left on the bed was a pile of white bones.

At night, Song Yuan sent people to deliver wine, which was really helpless and sad.

Someone murdered your daughter, but not only could you not take revenge, but you had to treat them as a bodhisattva, serve them carefully, and dare not slack off in the slightest.

It's not that Song Yuan is a scumbag, he has no choice, so he has to do it as a last resort to become like this.

He knew very well that if a cultivator wanted to get rid of himself, it would be as simple as killing a chicken and a dog.

I also understand that if a cultivator wants to kill someone, he won't just kill him!

He is not afraid of death, after all, he is old, his most beloved daughter is no different from living and dead, and his heart is also dead, for him, death is really nothing, but he still has a son and a wife and concubine.

Sometimes people are often like this, with concern, they will have motivation, and they will want to live desperately, but at the same time, when making decisions, they are becoming more and more timid.

This kind of timidity is not ordinary fear and cowardice, but the fear of losing the person you care about.

In Ding Qinghan's room, the maidservant carefully put away the wine, and hurriedly turned around and trotted away, not daring to stay for a moment.

Ding Qinghan glanced at it, ignored it, and continued to meditate.

Suddenly it rained outside, a downpour!

Without any warning, not even a drop of rain in advance, it was already pouring rain.

In less than a quarter of an hour, there was no place to settle in the courtyard of the Song Mansion, and the water level even rose to the position of the door!

In the house, Ding Qinghan meditated quietly, unaffected by the outside world at all, until a strange gurgling sound came from the courtyard outside, and he suddenly opened his eyes suddenly.

Call~

At that moment, a strange wind blew through the mansion. How strange it is, although the wind blows very little, it also blows so that the people in the house are a little unstable.

It's still small, it should be big!

But the situation it presents is clearly not big, it is small. Because it didn't even blow the doors and windows and shake it, not even the slightest sound of the wind!

Immediately afterwards, the rain stopped, still without any warning, and suddenly stopped, as if someone was manipulating it.

As fast as it goes, it stops as fast as it gets.

Gollum ~ Gollum

The rain stopped, and the sound of raindrops hitting the eaves was gone, but it made the strange snoring sound in the yard particularly harsh!

Inside the house, Ding Qinghan looked like he had expected it a long time ago, picked up an iron sword wrapped in bandages from the pillow, and he unhurriedly unwrapped the bandages wrapped around the sword.

As the bandages were untied one by one, a rusty iron sword leaped into view, a broken sword that lacked even a corner of the tip, and there were gaps everywhere on the blade.

It's a sword, but not like a sword, but like a saw.

With the sword in his hand, Ding Qinghan got up and walked to the door, stretched out his hand and pushed it away.

I saw that in the courtyard, the rainwater that originally flooded to the entrance position has now evaporated, and there is not a drop left!

After Ding Qinghan glanced around, he walked to the dry well in the yard.

He glanced into the well, his expression slightly surprised, the dry well was very deep.

How deep?

In this way, Ding Qinghan is a mountain spirit master, and his vision range is far beyond ordinary people, and even at night, it is like day to him, but he still can't see the bottom of the well.

It is a well-known fact that there is a problem with Song Yuanwai's mansion. It is said that a long time ago, before the mansion was built, there was already a dry well here.

It's a very weird dry well because it'...... Will eat people!

Of course, this is just a folk tale, Song Yuanwai was a person who did not believe in evil when he was young, and the more others said that there were ghosts here, he preferred to build a mansion here.

Sure enough, soon, things turned evil, and after Song Yuanwai's family just moved in, not long after they lived, a maid committed suicide by throwing herself into a well.

But the strange thing is that if you want to say suicide, it is not like suicide, let alone man-made.

Why do you say this, because someone has witnessed that the maid seems to have been pulled into the well alive by an invisible force.

After that, every few years, a similar situation would occur, seeing that people died frequently, Song Yuanwai had to seal off this courtyard.

For ten years, this courtyard was in a closed state, until Ding Qinghan's arrival broke all this.

At first, when he heard that Ding Qinghan wanted to live in this courtyard, Song Yuanwai was also shocked, but after thinking that the other party was a famous immortal master, he didn't stop him repeatedly, and asked people to clean up this place and let him stay.

"Well, what is this?" Ding Qinghan had been observing the state in the dry well, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, because the night was gradually fading, not the sun came out and the sky was dawning, but ...... The sky has changed!

There was no moon tonight, but now, a bright moon hung in the sky, as if it had been washed, almost transparent.

In this case, it is an evil swallowing the moon!

"Interesting, I actually met the evil swallowing moon, it seems that this guy in the well seems to have been prepared!" Ding Qing didn't feel that it was beyond his expectations, but unconsciously, he also raised his vigilance.

"Or, this will be more effective!" Ding Qinghan clenched his iron sword, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly changed his strategy, jumped directly into the dry well.

Without hesitation!

To be continued......