Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

He pinched his thigh hard, grinning in pain.

This is not a dream, the previously numb dysmenorrhea nerves have finally become sensitive.

Ren Tingting and Uncle Jiu were very indifferent, but the soldiers were all shocked.

Not long after, everyone returned to the Marshal's Mansion, and Dewey arranged a place for them.

Dewey in pajamas was sitting in the bedroom when there was a knock on the door.

An old voice came from outside the door: "Marshal, have you rested yet?"

"Come in!" Dewey said directly, so excited that he couldn't sleep.

With a creak, the wooden door was pushed open, and an old man in a cloth robe, about forty years old, came in.

He is the butler of the Du family. He grew up close to Dewey since he was a child, and he has won Dewey's trust.

"Old Zhang." Dewey said with a smile, "It's so late, what do you want from me?"

"Marshal." Old Zhang folded his hands in front of him, and said with a smile, "It's not me looking for you, it's Madam's maid looking for you."

"Madam's maid? Madam hasn't come back yet?" Dewey asked suspiciously.

"No." Lao Zhang shook his head and said, "I heard from the maid that Madam is tired from traveling and traveling, and the carriage stopped halfway to rest."

"What did she ask me for?" Dewey asked curiously.

"Marshal, how about I call her in and ask?" Old Zhang said seriously.

"Okay." Dewey took a sip of the tea and stood up.

Lao Zhang supported Dewey and walked outside.

Darkness shrouded the earth, and the faint moonlight didn't help much.

The living room was lit with lights, as bright as day.

On the sofa, a maid wearing a long veil with loose hair covering half of her face was receding from the side, her expression was calm, her eyes were lowered and she didn't know what she was thinking.

"Chunhua, where's Madam?" Dewey asked with concern as he walked to the main seat and sat down.

"Marshal." The maid got up and bowed, with a hesitant look on her face: "There is something that I don't know whether I should say it or not."

Dewey glanced at Chunhua and asked, "But it's okay."

"This……"

Chunhua's face showed a look of embarrassment, as if there was something hard to say.

She looked left and right, and saw that there was no one else in the living room, only Butler Zhang stood behind Dewey, and his eyes flashed with joy.

Immediately, Chunhua walked towards Dewey.

"What are you doing? Don't you behave yourself?" Lao Zhang scolded with a frown.

It's just that the distance between the two is not too far, and within a few steps, Chunhua has already walked in front of Dewey.

She lowered her head slightly, put her ear next to Dewey's, and said softly: "I heard Madam keep talking about Uncle Jiu, and she seems to have no more love for Uncle Jiu..."

While speaking, Chunhua's fingernails grew long, and she quietly grabbed Dewey's heart.

However, at this moment, an invisible golden light burst out from Dewey's body.

Like a raging fire, it burns the spring flowers.

Chunhua screamed, her body flew out, smashed through the wall, and landed outside the living room.

Lao Zhang froze in place as if struck by lightning, as if stunned by the sudden change.

Instead, Dewey touched the hot brow, where Ye Fan had pointed before.

Looking at Chunhua, who was in such a mess and collapsed on the ground, he seemed to understand a little bit.

"Come on!"

Standing up from the sofa suddenly, he roared.

In an instant, the entire Marshal's Mansion became restless, and the noise broke the tranquility of the night.

Chapter 1183

As a commander in chief, Dewey will naturally have his own bodyguard battalion.

Naturally, there is no need to say much about the execution ability of the guards. When Dewey's shout sounded, within ten seconds, orderly footsteps came from outside the door.

Outside the door, Chunhua had just recovered and slowly got up from the ground.

At this moment, Chunhua's body was slightly burnt, and her cheeks were even more horrible.

I saw that there were large rotten marks on her cheeks, and the large pieces of flesh and blood disappeared directly.

In the bloody beard, dense white bones and murky water could be faintly seen flowing out.

This is her original appearance, she is Shui Ling.

The so-called Shui Ling means that after being drowned in water, he has resentment in his heart and turns into a resentful spirit, so it is called Shui Ling.

She looked at the center of Dewey's eyebrows in shock, where the golden light was still shining, as if a sun was suspended between the eyebrows.