Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

Miss Wang sitting in the sedan chair, when she thought of the scene when Lin Ye had just defended Yan Qing, her heart of jealousy would burn.

She snorted coldly, threw down the curtain of the sedan chair and said, "after a few days, Mr. Wang will let down his guard, and then take advantage of his absence."

The sedan chair walked slowly and was soon introduced into the night.

But the bookboy turned around and looked at the gate of the forest house with a firm look.

He thought that such a brothel woman was not fit to marry a gentleman.

Of course, Miss Wang is not a jealous and ruthless woman. He just takes advantage of Miss Wang. When Yan Qing dies, he will let her know that Miss Wang is the mastermind.

At that time, Miss Wang will never marry Mr. Wang again.

His husband should marry the best woman in the world.

The town seems to have returned to calm, no one gathered outside the forest house, no one pointed to the forest house, and no one poured chicken blood or black dog blood on the forest house wall.

Lin Ye also thought that this matter really passed like this.

Until this day, it was raining. As usual, Yanqing would send Lin Ye to the gate. Lin Ye didn't let her send her because she was afraid of her wet shoes. He turned around and said, "when the rain stops, let's go to the county. There will be a lantern party there in a few nights."

"Good." Yanqing straightened his skirt and stood at the door watching him go away with an umbrella.

Along the way from Lin Fu to private school, Lin Ye didn't meet anyone. He thought it was because of the rain that those who had to go out to work would come out later.

But when he got to the private school, none of the students who had come early in the past had come today. He twisted his eyebrows slightly and understood that it was a rainy day and it was not easy to walk.

Later is later.

But he sat in front of the low table, waiting for a long time, until his heart felt uneasy, and his heart beat faster, which made him gasp.

Lin Ye suddenly stood up. He took the oil paper umbrella which was placed on the outside wall and went outside. Without taking a few steps, he stopped.

He saw a boat on the lake. There were many people standing on the deck of the boat.

So many people were so far apart that he could see the man in the middle when the crowd was shaking.

His wife, Yanqing.

Lin Ye never thought that he would never have a chance to take Yanqing to the county town to see the Lantern Festival. When he got to the lake, the people waiting by the lake stopped him.

"Don't go there, Mr. Lin!"

"Mr. Lin, she's a monster! The Taoist priest has promised to help us get rid of her! "

"Mr. Lin, when that monster dies, you will be sober!"

"Mr. Lin..."

The voices in their ears were noisy and confused. They kept saying that his wife was a monster. They didn't know that their faces were cold, stupid and strangely excited. They were mixed together and their whole faces were ferocious and twisted.

They became monsters themselves, but they didn't know it.

"Qing Qing!" Lin Ye struggled and yelled, but he was alone and a scholar. Being pressed by them, he couldn't get away.

His eyes were red and his voice was hoarse. He watched Yan Qing being thrown down from the boat. At that moment, the lake turned pale.

Even if Yanqing had been thrown down, those people didn't let him go. Instead, they knocked him unconscious and sent him back to the forest house.

When Lin Ye wakes up, it's already afternoon. The bookboy guards by his bed. When he wakes up, he immediately goes up with the water, "sir..."