Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

Deep and speechless.

At this time, the door of the darkroom was suddenly opened from the outside.

Song Yue stood at the door. He took a deep look at Song Zhenxing's face and said in a complicated tone: "my father didn't cheat you. The memory stone I had was used. You should know it."

"But I just used it. Why did I react?" When song Zhenxing saw song Yue and heard song Yue's words, he still had doubts in his eyes, "I'm a fake, right?"

"No, it's true." Song Yue's eyes became more and more complicated. He closed his eyes and seemed to be unable to bear to look directly at him.

Song Zhenxing was crazy, "you lied to me!"

"He didn't lie to you." Rongshen finally couldn't see it any more. She was born and said that the stone in her palm suddenly turned into a black fog. The golden Sanskrit fell into her eyebrows, and the black fog surged around her.

"I've said for a long time that this stone is mine." Rong sighed deeply, "now, you can make a condition."

"Ah?" Song Zhenxing was stunned and stammered: "I I'm going to kill you. "

"Well?" Rong Shen slightly squinted, "are you sure?"

She stretched out her palm, which was ready to move.

Song Zhenxing couldn't bear the pressure of the black flame, so he knelt on the ground.

His face turned pale, and the sweat on his face kept falling.

"No, no, no, it's not." Song Zhenxing finally reacts and denies it. He finally knows that he is wrong and wrong from the beginning.

Song Zhenxing's eyes were full of despair. He suddenly looked up and said, "don't kill me! I've got something for my life

"Oh? What is it? " Let's pick our eyebrows.

Song Zhenxing seemed to see the hope, so he quickly took out a pamphlet from his arms. He opened the pamphlet and took out a neat piece of paper from the pamphlet. After unfolding, there were two pamphlets.

"This one." Song Zhenxing handed the paper to Rong Shen, and his eyes were full of flattery.

But Rong Shen looks at it, but she can't see anything. She looks at Cheng Xiu with a question in her eyes.

However, Cheng Xiu twisted his eyebrows and seemed to see something. He reached for the paper.

It's also a picture on the paper. However, this picture is made casually and is not delicate. The expression of the people in the picture is distorted and shows a strange feeling.

The picture was not mounted.

"I drew it." Cheng Xiu said.

Before Rong was surprised, he continued to say, "but this painting is passive, and the breath in it is not right."

I don't know why. Rong Shen doesn't feel it, but Cheng Xiu does.

"Well?" Rong Shen twisted his eyebrows.

Er Dong said in a light voice: "the painted skin ghost has added something to it. It's very good at hiding things in the painting."

She also slightly wrung eyebrows, her face showed some doubts.

Even Er Dong, as a Soul Eater, frowned.

Rong Shen feels that the painted skin ghost is really different, but Cheng Xiu recovers his memory and still doesn't think of anything about it.

It is reasonable to say that Cheng Xiu, as an eminent monk, received many evil spirits in his life. If there was such a powerful painted skin ghost, he would not have been impressed.

"What's in the picture?" Rong Shen saw that Erdong seemed to see something, so he asked, "do you think if you meet this painted skin ghost, you can eat her?"