Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

The red candles lit up one by one, illuminating everything in the ancestral hall.

There is a table with two red candles on it. The middle is not a wooden card, but an unfolded picture of a dancing woman.

The woman stood on tiptoe and looked back, as if she was smiling at the painter.

Rong Shen stood in front of the painting, did not speak, just raised his hand, the black flame of his fingertips jumped a few times, the painting in front of him suddenly changed.

The dancing woman moved and snorted, "don't you want to know his past? Come in if you want to know. "

Rong Shen picks his eyebrows, puts away the black flame of his fingertips, and spins his body into the painting.

The two red candles on the table are still burning, but the content of the painting is changing rapidly, like turning over someone's memory.

This is a dilapidated village, with only a dozen families. But between the dozens of families, there is a small but clean yard.

This is the ancestral hall in the village, dedicated to the dead ancestors.

On the annual Qingming Festival, the villagers gather in the ancestral hall, and each family takes out the best rations at home, makes dishes and places them in one place.

First sacrifice the deceased ancestors, and then share the food with them to tell them that their life is OK, and by the way, beg them to protect their safety or wealth.

On this day, it was Tomb Sweeping Day. However, the bandits made trouble a while ago, and the village was almost ransacked. Some people had left the village and planned to go to other places for a living.

The rest of the families could not afford any food.

The children were so hungry that they cried in their mother's arms. They wanted to eat the food on the table, but they were afraid of being scolded by their father.

Rong Shen is standing in the corner, facing a child. The child is about the same size as Cheng Xiu she first saw, but he is much thinner than Cheng Xiu. Now he doesn't look at the food.

On the contrary, he focused on Rong Shen.

Rong Shen almost thought that the child could see himself.

After a while, she realized that the child was not looking at herself, but at another person standing beside her.

The dancing woman in the painting.

At one glance, Rong Shen recognized that the woman was the painted ghost he was looking for.

It is said that children's eyes are clean and they can see some dirty things, including ghosts.

Obviously, the child saw the ghost who had only been around for a thousand years.

Rong Shen narrowed her eyes slightly, waiting for what would happen next. She thought the ghost would leave directly or kill the child.

After all, many ghosts don't like to be discovered.

The painted skin ghost is the most fierce among the ghosts. Wherever she goes, she does nothing, which will bring disaster to this family.

However, to Rong Shen's surprise.

After finding that the child was staring at him, the pretty looking ghost walked towards the child.

The painted skin ghost wanted to reach out and touch the child's head, but suddenly realized that he would bring disaster, so she took back half of her hand. She leaned over and whispered to the child, "my name is ah Zhi, what's your name?"

Ah Chi.

Rong Shen thinks of the woman named Cheng Zhi in the painting she went into in the dark room of the patriarch of the Song family.

Ah Zhi was supposed to be the original name of the painted skin ghost, but later, she crowned herself with Cheng Xiu's surname. She was not happy to understand this.