How could he be the devil

Chapter 8

Xiao Chengying recovered from her memory, her face was gloomy and scary.

Jiang Yi asked: "Master Xiao Feng, what's wrong with you?"

Xiao Chengying approached the living corpse expressionlessly, and looked it over carefully. Sure enough, it was no different from the living corpse she saw back then.

"It's just being struck by lightning?" Xiao Chengying asked.

Jiang Yi replied: "Yes, the mage was struck to death by lightning that day, and Jiang ordered someone to bury him. While he was buried in the soil, he suddenly crawled out of the grave and became like this. It took more than ten servants to control it. He, fortunately, there is still the talisman paper given by the fairy gate in the early years in my house, which can restrain him."

It has been 200 years, what on earth is playing tricks in the dark, and now there are living corpses again!
Xiao Chengying was silent for a moment, followed Jiang Yi out of the secret room, she said: "I will try my best to solve this matter."

Not only for Jiangbei, but also for herself. She wanted to give herself and her mother an explanation.

Jiang Yi thanked him again and again, and Xiao Chengying went back to the house.

Xiao Chengying was sitting on the couch, meditating cross-legged, but because of the living corpse, her heart was in a mess and she was indescribably irritable.

As the sky was getting dark, Xiao Chengying relaxed his vigilance from closing his five senses, and noticed a breath.

She opened her eyes suddenly, tilted her head slightly, grabbed Bai Huhu's arm with one hand, and pushed him down on the couch.

The man slammed his back against the bed, frowning in pain, bleeding from the small wound on his face.

Xiao Chengying grabbed his neck and stared at him, "Who are you?"

The bandage-wrapped boy blinked aggrievedly, and gritted his teeth with a puffy look, "You... let go!"

Not to mention anything else, the boy's eyes were particularly lively and beautiful, even if he was glaring, there was a natural charm.

Xiao Chengying has always had a bad temper, especially for those who don't know the basics.

The strength of her hand was a little heavier, and the man yelled in pain, "Cough, let go, let go, cough cough, forgive...forgive, hero...woman...woman, forgive me!"

This spineless look made Xiao Chengying's anger dissipate immediately.

Throughout the ages, anyone who has made a difference would not ask for help like this, so it can be seen that this person is not a special person.

Xiao Chengying let go of his hands, embraced him, and looked down at him, "Say, who are you?"

The boy panted heavily, "I... I'm just an ordinary person."

Xiao Chengying frowned, "An ordinary person who sneaked up on me?"

The boy stood up with difficulty, rubbed his neck, and muttered in a low voice: "Who told you to kick me yesterday, I... will come back sooner or later!"

These words are not loud, but Xiao Chengying is not deaf.

She raised her eyebrows, "If you don't want to be kicked again, just give me some peace."

The young man curled his lips and dared not speak anymore, but his lowered eyes were full of anger.

Xiao Chengying pinched his chin with two fingers, and swept his gaze around him. It seemed that this man was recovering well, and he was able to get out of bed and walk around in just a day.

She unwrapped the white silk on the boy's arm, and the wound healed a lot, except for the unwrapped face, which recovered more slowly.

Xiao Chengying shook her finger, and the white silk wrapped around the young man's body was like a winding snake, crawling up the young man's neck, except for a pair of eyes, two nostrils, a mouth, and two ears, everything was tightly wrapped. Strictly.

The boy yelled, "What are you doing?"

(End of this chapter)