Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

Sitting on the ruins just a few steps away from her No, it's a girl of cardamom's age. She's wearing a long green skirt and her long hair is scattered behind her. She's crying with her sleeves.

"Girl..." Song Huai and Cheng Xiu also saw this scene. Cheng Xiu didn't make a sound. He just took a look at the floating girl, and then he focused on Rong Shen again. He didn't worry that something would happen to her.

Although song Huai had seen Rong Shen's methods, he was still worried. What's more, the girl who suddenly appeared was really strange.

Rong Shen took a look at the girl who was crying all the time, then turned his head and continued to explore what he was looking for.

Seeing her reaction, the girl's cry stopped for a moment and then increased.

"Shut up Rong Shen was tired of her crying. He gave a low drink, looked at her coldly and said, "it's not too late for you to cry when I find something. It's too early now."

As soon as she heard the ghost's cry, she raised her face and looked at Rongshen, saying: "I died miserably..."

"I don't know if your death is miserable, but I can let you die again later. It will be miserable." Rong Shen's serious face, groping hand suddenly stopped.

Song Huai over there heard Rong Shen's words, and his face muscles twitched. He couldn't help opening his mouth to say something, but he saw that the ghost's face suddenly became ferocious.

The original pretty face soared, as if it had been broken by something inside. It was more and more bulging, more and more bulging. Finally, the whole skin was crushed, revealing the bloody things inside.

Song Huai was surprised.

Rong Shen has taken his hand back from under the ruins, holding a roll of painting. In the burned ruins of the Lin family, the painting is still clean, let alone burnt. When Rong Shen takes it out, his face is not stained with any ash.

"Found it." She bent her lips towards the bloody thing and gave a smile.

"Give it back to me!" With a shrill cry, the bloody man pounced on Rongshen. Rongshen stood motionless, shaking his hand with the scroll of painting, and immediately unfolded the painting.

Rong Shen leans aside from the bloody man and looks at the painting. There is only a lump of ink on it. It seems that he accidentally spills ink on it, and it happens to be a little human.

"So you look like this." Rong Shen suddenly looked at the empty blood man and said, "it's so ugly. No wonder you have to peel other people's skin because you are so ugly."

"Shut up The bloody man yells angrily, but she has no chance to approach Rongshen. When Rongshen finishes that sentence, the black flame in his palm has spread to the painting. The bloody man cries out in pain and falls to the ground, curling up and shaking.

"No! Beg you! No Flesh and blood twisted, shouting voice occasionally sharp, occasionally mixed with the girl's coquettish, as if there is another soul living in her body.

But even song Huai couldn't bear to hear her voice. He didn't ask Rong Shen to stop.

When he took out the painting calmly, song Huai knew what the ghost was. The Lin family didn't know where they got the painting. The ghost came from the painting, peeled Miss Lin's skin to cover himself, ate Miss Lin's flesh and blood, and then ate one person every three days in order to maintain her figure.

Even the souls of those who were killed by ghosts were swallowed by her. But for such a long time, the souls of Miss Lin had been assimilated. At this moment, they were part of the ghosts. Although song Huai could not bear the death of Miss Lin and those people, he did not ask Rong Shen to stop.