Under the residential building where the crowd was watching.

The two policemen took out a set of white cloth from the police car on the side, gently covered the body on the ground, and then turned their heads to persuade the two girls next to them who were already crying.

"The deceased is gone, don't be too sad. Let's clean up her body first."

According to regulations, strangers should not be allowed to enter this kind of scene. But looking at the two flower girls who were crying like cuckoos, no one could bear to take the initiative to drive them away with ruthlessness. Instead, they comforted them in a gentle voice and opened up as much as possible.

Among the crowds around, many older people couldn't bear to see this

The scene of sorrow turned around and left quietly.

"What a sin. Why can't you think so young doll?"

Opposite the scene, two people who were originally a little nervous suddenly turned their eyes together and looked over.

"What's going on?"

Lin Boying subconsciously exclaimed.

In his eyes as he cast a spell and opened his spiritual vision, countless blood-colored words that revealed unknown aura suddenly emerged from the two crying girls.

Blinking time.

The two girls' eyes, ears, cheeks, forehead, neck, arms, and all the places they can see are covered with these blood-colored handwritings, without exception.

"fierce"

"die"

"Death"

"Destroy"

And the malicious and unknown handwriting kept winding and circling on them, stacking them densely together, making people feel cold.

"What the hell are these?"

Lin Boying recalled the secret stories and stories he had heard and seen, and wanted to figure out what was happening to these two girls.

Just as he was thinking hard, a sound as thin as a mosquito ants but clearly entered Lin Boying's ears.

"They were entangled with something dirty, or cursed. If you want to save them, you have to hurry up. I see that their lives are like a candle in the wind, and I am afraid that time will be short."

Lin Boying looked back suddenly and found that the mysterious man beside him had already left far away, only his back was visible.

He looked at each other at the crime scene and the left back. After hesitating for a while, he finally decided to deal with the trouble at the crime scene first.

Putting aside the horror of that guy, Lin Boying looked carefully at the girls who were supporting each other and shook his head secretly.

"These two are just a big trouble. What the hell are you involved in? Do you really want to ask for help from your senior brother?"

......

night.

"I'm back."

After an afternoon of buffering, Lin Ajiao finally accepted the fact that Amei died.

After saying goodbye to Meiling, she returned to the "Thousand-Foot Mansion" she had just moved into.

"You still know how long you're back, and don't see what time it's going to be." As soon as the door was opened, Lin's mother, who was surrounded by an apron, came up and scolded her.

"How many times have you said that you have to go home on time? It's so messy outside now. How unsafe is you a girl? You don't know that the daughter of your uncle Yang's neighbor's cousin's family is just because she went out to play at night. She still lives and dies and doesn't see any corpse. There is no news. Her mother is said to be crying. Do you also want me to crying!"

"Today is just an exception. Mom, don't bother me, okay?"

Gillian replied, and after that, she walked towards her room, wanting to calm down.

Little did he know that this instantly ignited Lin's mother's violent temper. Lin's mother pulled her door and blocked it in front of the door in anger.

"Okay, okay, do you think I'm annoyed now? Then what have you been doing? Why are you going back to this house? Go outside to be a little nanny! I worked so hard every day to raise you, and now you are hard and don't listen to me..."

As she talked, she was about to cry.

Gillian listened to the nagging in her mother's mouth, sadness, anger, grievance in her heart

It instantly surged into my heart and subconsciously shouted at her.

"Ami is dead, I want to Jingjing not to do it."

After saying that, she rushed into the room and slammed the door.

Lin's mother was stunned, unable to believe her ears, and asked Lin's father who was reading the newspaper, "Ami is dead?"

As she said that, she was about to go forward and knock on the door, wanting to ask clearly.

Seeing this, Lin’s father put down the newspaper in his hand, walked over and pulled her over, and half coaxed her, "Okay, okay, don’t bother Gillian anymore, let her rest for a while."

Lin's mother wanted to refute a few words, but in the end she gave up in the words of Lin's father's eyes. She hummed in a depressed mood, then walked to the kitchen and put the prepared food into the insulated bucket.

In the room.

Gillian fell on her small bed and lay straight there, staring at the ceiling with her eyes blank, not knowing what she was thinking.

He didn't notice at all that a wisp of grayish white yin energy rose from her small bag on the bed and disappeared into the room.

Among the superior rooms at Mandarin Oriental Hotel.

At this moment, the room was pitch black, and the cool breeze poured in from the wide open window, making a rustling sound in the room.

Zhang Jiao lay on the single sofa with his head halfway, facing the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the brightly lit Jiulong Bay.

Straws of gray-white yin energy continued to seep out of his facial features and continued to drift away along the night wind.

In the girl's room dozens of miles away, after a long period of silence,

Gillian had slowly fallen asleep in the sadness.

In her sleep, she frowned and subconsciously tightened the quilt under her tightly, hugged it firmly in her arms, and stretched her frown a little.

The moon shines in the sky, and the clear moonlight spreads in through the narrow windows, placing a layer of silver light on the room.

Outside her window, strands of grayish white yin energy gathered into an illusory figure and slowly leaned over under the moonlight.

A pair of silent eyes, staring at Ah Jiao's sleeping position through the window, never leaving for a moment.

Zhang Jiao stared at everything in the room, and did not feel that he ran to a girl's window in the middle of the night and stared at her sleeping. There was anything wrong with it.

He is half a human and half a ghost now. It is midnight. The girl who is sleeping in the room seems to him to be similar to a piece of dead pork, not to mention that in his eyes, the sleeping girl has no temptation at all.

Countless blood-colored words continued to spread from her body, crawling throughout the room

, densely stacked together, the whole room seemed to be covered with blood.

Zhang Jiao stood outside the window, staring coldly at the increasingly strange room.

One hour, two hours...

Until three o'clock in the evening, Ah Jiao, who had been lying quietly on the bed, suddenly sat up in a daze, her eyes turned pale.

He was barefoot in circles in the narrow room, humming a strange song softly.

"Yu Linglang, Yu Linglang, was buried beside the ancient road in the desert. There is no one to worship every four seasons and eight festivals, and there is no place to hide when the wind and rain are blowing. I am asking you to solve your doubts and serve you delicious food first."

In the strange little tune, the blood-colored words spreading in the room fell off one after another, as if they were dissolved in water, turning into a sticky ball of liquid.

The blood color becomes thicker and thicker, and the color becomes heavier, until it turns into a ball of black liquid.

A strong stinky smell filled the room.

It smells like the blood that just spilled, or the smell of aged ink mixed together that had been put for a long time.

Amid the black liquid, a strange shadow in a white robe appeared.

"You are contacting a special ghost, the pen fairy Jade Linglang."

Zhang Jiao listened to the sudden prompt sound in his ears and carefully looked at the evil spirits appearing in the room, wanting to see what special it is and deserves special prompts.

It was the first time he had encountered something special prompted after he had been in this mission world for so long.

It couldn't see its face clearly. There were countless black handwritings on its white robe constantly changing and rolling. It was holding a jade-colored brush as thick as an arm in its right hand. The tip of the pen was bright red, and drops of blood were shaking, as if it was falling but not falling.

Zhang Jiao widened his eyes, his silent eyes filled with rare emotions.

Far away from the hotel's body, Fang Tian's orders were like a soldering iron, constantly flashing a gilt vermilion luster on his eyebrows.

He stared at the pen fairy Jade Linglang in front of him, full of greed.

But the other party seemed to have not noticed him, and ignored his greedy eyes at all.

, came straight to the girl.

Gillian couldn't help but raise her head, closed her eyes tightly, her face was filled with fear, and the corners of her mouth opened and closed rapidly, as if she was arguing with someone, but she was so weird that she didn't make any sound.

Gradually, the girl's mouth opened and closed gradually, so she closed her eyes tightly, and her expression went from panic to despair to tranquility, as if she had already accepted her fate.

The pen fairy Yu Linglang, who was in front of her, raised his right hand holding the brush high and wrote a large vermilion-red letter directly to her forehead.

"die!"
Chapter completed!