Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

A moment later, the first thunder sounded, like a beginning, followed by a gale and another thunder, sometimes mixed with a flash of lightning.

And in the roaring wind and thunder, there was a scream of panic.

The figure ran away, and the wooden box was lying in the pit. The box had been opened, and there was a curled up female corpse.

"Boom!"

There was another thunder, and the heavy rain that had been brewing for a whole day finally came down.

In the early hours of the morning, the heavy rain finally stopped.

Before long, it was daybreak, and the rapid sound of the horse's hooves came to a stop by the official road.

"Are you sure this is where the body was found?" Looking at the earth pit, the young Constable frowned and asked.

"Yes! That is Eh? Why not? " The ragged beggar looked down at the empty pit with a dull face.

The wooden box and the dead woman were all gone.

"Dong!"

The wooden box fell into the bottomless moat river. Cheng Zhi touched the neck wrapped in the cloth. Her ruddy lips raised slightly, showing a strange smile. She looked sideways at the high wall, slightly tilted her head, and said softly, "Cheng Xiu, I've come to see you."

At this moment, Rong Shenzheng and Cheng Xiu have a unilateral cold war.

Last night, Cheng Xiu and Rong Shen had a good calculation, and tried to find all kinds of excuses to toss her around, so that Rong Shen could not cover the red mark on his neck until noon.

After lunch, Rong Shen took a roll of books and lay on the couch in the yard. She was still sore all over. She didn't want to move at all, and her throat hurt badly. Last night she was crying, but Cheng Xiu didn't let her go.

Rong deeply touched his throat and sipped his tea.

"Are you going out of town tomorrow?" Cheng Xiu filled her tea cup. Since noon, the radian of his lips has never dropped.

Rong Shen ignored him and continued to read the script.

She didn't want to speak, and she couldn't speak at all. She was really hoarse and frightening as soon as she spoke.

Cheng Xiu also knew that he had gone too far last night. He coughed softly, put her leg on him and kneaded it gently.

The king of Huai disappeared, but the emperor seemed to have forgotten what happened before. He didn't ask anyone to go to the king of Huai, and even sealed up the palace so that no one else could get close to it. The night before yesterday, the palace of the king of Huai was suddenly burnt down by a big fire.

Buckle, buckle.

There was a knock outside the courtyard door. The puppet housekeeper came and opened the door.

The face very similar to Rongshen appeared outside, as if she had completely forgotten the unpleasantness she had been here before. She laughed, looked straight at Rongshen's face and said, "my family has guests. My father is going to hold a banquet. I know you are new to the capital, so I want to invite you to have dinner together."

Rong Shen put down the script in his hand and squinted at it. Instead of answering her invitation, he asked, "did you find your cat?"

"Found it." Rong Qian's eyes brightened, and his face was a little embarrassed. "Sorry, I thought you hid my cat before, so I said some bad words. I'll apologize to you. Just in time, you go to my house to have a meal. It's also my apology."

The others didn't speak, only focused on Rong Shen.

Rong Shen began to laugh. He just lay down and didn't want to move. Now he sat up from the couch and said, "since you've come to invite me, let's have a meal."