Chapter 70 The Death of the Spirit of Death

"Bedroom..." Fang Ping was so nervous that she couldn't speak. Maybe she never thought that Shi Kun would be so aggressive. She had no scruples at all, and they came well prepared. The cover-up became more and more distressing.

Shi Kun didn't look at Fang Ping, he stood up slowly, the flesh on his face was tight, and Fang Ping was horrified before he spoke.

"you……"

"Since you don't tell me, I'll see it myself." Shi Kun said solemnly, his tone was very depressed, and I felt uncomfortable looking at Shi Kun. Thinking, I tugged at the candle flame, the candle flame's eyes were deep, I thought about the candle flame to say something and could only be silent.

"No! No!" Fang Ping looked resolute, as if being violated, her eyes were a little gloomy, "Please go out." Fang Ping gave the order to evict the guests, and she had no regard for her feelings, and she seemed to be in a hurry.

Shi Kun squinted at Fang Ping, his eyes were complicated, I always felt that he was always tense. If he didn't have it, it would be over. After a long time, he said in a suppressed tone, "Fang Ping, I'm a policeman, I'm not here. As a guest, I'm here to work."

"So what? If I say no, I can't, why do you?" Fang Ping glared at us, I could feel the anger in her eyes, besides the anger, it was more fear. She is afraid, afraid of what? I frowned thinking about it.

Shi Kun insisted that Fang Ping would not back down, and the two fell into a stalemate. Time passed by, and every minute and every second made my discomfort a little more.

Zhu Yan changed from his previous indifference and indifference, and seemed to be indifferent, as if he did not intend to participate in it and only left it to Shi Kun to do it. Since Candle Yan's attitude, I don't want to take care of it, but I can't stay like this forever.

Men and women can always produce stories or accidents. I leaned on Zhuyan with emotion, and Zhuyan reached out to me, and I could clearly feel his temperature even through the clothes.

I was in a daze, thinking I was going to stay like this forever. Unexpectedly, Shi Kun suddenly walked in the direction of the bedroom. His action was too sudden and Fang Ping had no time to react. When she woke up, Shi Kun was already standing outside the bedroom door, ready to open the door. Fang Ping screamed and rushed over like crazy, trying to push Shi Kun away, but Shi Kun didn't move.

"Squeak!" The door opened.

The atmosphere was dignified, and in addition to being dignified, there was a bit of tension.

"Cough cough cough!" came a suppressed cough. I also walked up with Candlestick. There was a desk in the dimly lit room. Sitting next to the desk was a young man with a fair appearance but a very pale complexion. He seemed to be someone who had been ill for a long time. The touch would dissipate, and I frowned and took a closer look to find the young man in a wheelchair.

"Hello." The young man was very polite, but he was so angry that he didn't have much energy. "Don't take offense to me if I'm not in good health."

"You..." Shi Kun hesitated.

"I'm Fang Ping's younger brother, Fang Qing." Fang Qing replied with a slight smile on the corners of his mouth, but it didn't reduce his haggardness at all, but made him a little more gloomy, like a smiling person Not a living person with flesh and blood, but a lot of bones. 1;148471591054062

He is very strange, I frowned inwardly.

"Brother?" Shi Kun was surprised, obviously he didn't expect, "But your data..."

"I know that I was raised by other families since I was a child and then came back, so you can't find it. Please forgive my sister, I'm not in good health and I don't want to see people bring bad luck. My sister also let me, don't be angry. , my sister, she is all for me." Fang Qing explained, looking down at Fang Ping who had been silent since just now.

Fang Ping lowered her head, pursed her lips tightly, and her whole body was covered with a suppressed breath, "Have you seen it? You can go." Fang Ping said coldly, without even looking at us.

"Fang Ping..." Shi Kun's face was uncertain.

"No." Fang Ping interrupted Shi Kun directly.

What Shi Kun wanted to say, Zhu Yan's cold eyes swept over him, Shi Kun noticed Zhu Yan's gaze, and Zhu Yan whispered, "Excuse me, it's getting late, let's go back first." Zhu Yan looked at Fang Ping's eyes were clear and cold, but there was no temperature.

I looked aside and wanted to say something, but when I saw Fang Ping's face, I shut up and followed Zhu Yan out of the room. The moment I walked out of the door, I seemed to hear a sigh, and when I turned back subconsciously, I only saw Fang Ping's face full of indifference.

My heart sank, I slowed down, and distanced myself from Zhuyan and Shi Kun. Shi Kun seemed to have something to say to Zhuyan, and I didn't want to get involved.

"Xiao Liu." Fang Ping suddenly called me.

Ok?

"Fang Ping, I..." I thought Fang Ping was angry and just wanted to explain to her, when Fang Ping made a silent gesture with her index finger on her lips, I couldn't help but be a little puzzled.

Before I could speak, Fang Ping suddenly took my hand and shook her head vigorously, "Xiao Liu, I beg you, don't come again, all of you don't come again." Her voice was very low, as if she was afraid of being heard. , After speaking, she kept shaking her head with me.

don't come again?

I stared at Fang Ping, she just shook her head without saying more, and there was another coughing sound in the room, Fang Ping turned back with a cold expression. what happened? I thought about staring at the air in a daze until the candle flame hugged me, and I didn't think about it.

"Jiang Liu, how do you feel about that Fang Qing? Is he human? What do I think is wrong with that guy." Shi Kun couldn't wait to ask me a question. I found that Shi Kun was not a human being when he looked at him. like ghosts.

However, this time, maybe he was right, that Fang Qing was indeed weird.

"He's very strange." I weighed it for a while and said solemnly. Now that my spiritual power is weak, I may make mistakes. I can't guarantee that I can only be as strict as possible. Seeing how dignified I have fallen to this point, I can't help but be filled with infinite emotion.

"Make it clear." Shi Kun was in a bad mood and asked.

I glanced at Shi Kun and looked at Zhuyan from the corner of my eye, Zhuyan rubbed my head, before he spoke, Shi Kun continued, "Zhuyan, don't pamper her, look at her words, not a word. ." Shi Kun preempted and then glanced at me.

"I like it." Candle Yan said in a deep voice, "She is happy."

Shi Kun's face sank and he coughed twice, "Okay, okay, you guys like it and you're happy. Can you talk about the business after the show of love? What the hell happened to Fang Qing?"

"Then are you suspicious of Fang Qing or worried about Fang Ping?" I leaned against the candle flame and only glanced at Shi Kun from the corner of my eye, watching his face turn into a pig's liver, with a guilty and annoyed look, I didn't wait for him I lost my temper, I put away my relaxed look and turned serious, "That Fang Qing is very strange, I can't smell anger or death."

Hearing what I said, Shi Kun, who was still about to get angry, immediately stopped his emotions. He stared at me blankly, then looked at Candle Yan, "What do you mean?"

"That is to say..." I wanted to explain, but Candle Flame stopped me.

Ok? I glanced at Zhuyan, and Zhuyan faced Shi Kun with a cold expression, "If you want to know, go check it yourself, Xiaoliu is tired and needs to rest." After Zhuyan said, she hugged me and left, leaving Shi Kun alone. Well, it took a while to catch up.

It was easier to go out than to come in. There was no dead fog and no grandmother in the building. We quickly walked out of the alley and returned to the parking lot. It was already late at night, and the surroundings seemed very quiet, a little too quiet. Shi Kun said something to Zhuyan, and Zhuyan took me into the car and left.

I was speechless all the way, and I saw that the sky was already turning white. I had to hurry up. I felt a little nervous when I thought about watching Candle Yan secretly. Taking a deep breath, I took out a peach branch from my pocket, chanting a mantra silently in my heart.

Things die, ghosts die.

People die, souls die.

death of the spirit, death of the god...

After seven times, I slowly closed my eyes, and soon my spirit flew out of the body, and the body was still sitting there as if asleep. I stared at Zhuyan for a while, his black eyes stared straight ahead, and he didn't notice that I had released my spirit, so I sighed in relief and quickly flew out of the window. Without the bulky and cumbersome body, it was very easy to fly, and soon I returned to the alley leading to Fang Ping's house.

This time, I didn't smell Fang Ping's breath. Someone must have hidden her breath again. Not long after we left, I decided to focus on the breath left by Candle Yan to find the past. Fang Ping's breath is easy to cover, but it is difficult to cover up the breath of strangers, and Zhu Yan is not an ordinary person.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for me to find Fang Ping's house. Because I felt something was wrong, I tried my best to be careful before getting to the bottom of them. Without my body, I'm just a conscious air. It's easy for me to enter the room, and a crack in the door is enough for me.

There was no light in the room, and the air was damp and cold. Although I had just been here, I felt so unfamiliar as if I had come to an unfamiliar place. I wanted to go directly into the bedroom to see what was wrong with Fang Qing, but just as I was about to act, I heard a moan of pain in the dark. Following the sound, I saw a man lying on the floor in the living room. The man was shivering, depressed and painful. The gasping, moaning sound came from there.

After hesitating for a while, I leaned in and smelled a strong stench of blood, and the man bent over and trembled. The blood is too strong to cover up the person's own smell, but I can still smell it. This person is Fang Ping. My heart suddenly tightened, and I flew to her face.

No way, the moment I bit my finger and the blood flowed out, a red light flashed across, and the blood on my fingertip flashed red light, breaking through the darkness and illuminating the surroundings. I was floating in the air, and I saw Fang Ping lying in a pool of blood. Her clothes were tattered and her whole body was covered in blood except her face. It was as if she had been slashed by a whip tied with thorns. The red blood kept pouring out. She closed her eyes tightly. She was shaking like a skinned rabbit. She lost consciousness. The wounds covered the wounds. It was shocking. It reminded me of the unnamed female corpse lying on the dissection table.

How is this going?