Chu Mu naturally saw that thing as well.

I have to say, it is really similar to Fan Ji.

From Chu Mu's perspective, he can still tell the difference between the genuine product and the counterfeit one.

But this subtle difference is disappearing visibly.

The thing squatting opposite looked more and more like Fan Ji.

"not good."

Chu Mu frowned and pulled Fan Ji aside, "This is soul-stealing, the most powerful type of puppetry. It devours a person's spirit, energy, and spirit invisibly, in order to achieve a lifelike effect."

The most serious case is to replace the person and become the real body.

Fan Ji looked at Chu Mu gratefully: "Luckily I have you, otherwise I would be completely in the dark."

"Go praise Lao Ba," Chu Mu said, not appreciating it. "It told me so."

The chubby golden shaded cat proudly wags its tail, hiding its achievements and fame.

"Old Eight knows something," Fan Ji guessed, "there's an important character in this Qi Family compound who's a key player in the strategy."

"Tianji Sect." Chu Mu told Fan Ji frankly, "I saw it on the system panel."

The original purpose was to rescue the Chu couple and get the tail of the nine-tailed fox. Now an important character, Tianjimen, has popped up. It seems that this is a chain of traps.

While they were talking in a low voice, the soul-stealing puppet, whose replacement process was interrupted, was very dissatisfied. He kept making all kinds of distorted and weird expressions on Fan Ji's handsome face.

Chu Mu couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Look! So this is what you look like when you cross your eyes!"

"Come on, tilt your mouth again and see."

"Yes, that's it, Makabaka Makabaka!"

What Chu Mu is best at is finding joy in adversity.

It was clearly an extremely gloomy atmosphere, but he managed to turn it into a comedy scene.

Fan Ji let him act as he pleased, and the doting in his eyes was like flowing moonlight.

Unfortunately, Chu Mu’s excitement didn’t last long, as another one suddenly popped out from behind the puppet.

The one behind is very cunning and has been sticking to the back of Fan Ji's puppet.

If Chu Mu hadn't angered the fake Fan Ji, causing it to squat and make an attacking gesture, Chu Mu would not have noticed the puppet on its back.

What’s even more hateful is that the puppet was pressing against Chu Mu’s face, and had already stolen a lot of his energy without him noticing.

"Damn it."

The doting look disappeared completely, and Fan Ji swung the broken knife and slashed at the fake Chu Mu.

That thing really possessed some of the original body's abilities. Chu Mu looked at its red eyes and used the same moves as the butcher.

Fan Ji's murderous intent became even stronger, and he almost left an afterimage with his broken sword.

Counterfeits are counterfeits after all, and it is also possible that the transformation was interrupted. The duration of their abilities is quite limited. They were chopped in half by Fan Ji before they could last two hits.

After the puppet fell to the ground, it turned into a blackened wooden stake, with scarlet blood oozing out of it.

Chu Mu felt the faint connection between the blood and himself, and a flash of light flashed quickly before his eyes.

"Aji, cut down the other one."

Fan Ji's hand holding the knife trembled for a moment, and then he broke into an extremely exaggerated smile.

Because he was in a good mood, he killed "himself" with one blow without any hesitation.

The fake Fan Ji also turned into wood, and blood seeped out from inside.

"As expected, I understand." Chu Mu stood up, his eyes full of stars. "Go check the coffin again, especially the gaps between the wooden boards, to see if there is any birth date."

Before this, they were mainly looking for the red fox's corpse and did not pay much attention to the coffin itself.

Now with a clear clue, Fan Ji soon found two rows of inscriptions between the two wooden boards at the bottom of the coffin.

"This is..." Fan Ji's pupils trembled, "our birth dates?"

"It's not escaping," Chu Mu said with a sigh of relief, "Those two soul-stealing puppets used the blood of our closest relatives, and the coffin contains our birth dates. This compound is a Yin house in the world of the living, and we are the masters of the house.

Just like the inner world and the outer world, from the moment we stepped into this compound, we entered the dark side of the house. What we saw was the inner world of the Qi family compound, and its real outer world in the mortal world was inaccessible to us because of our status as the owner.

Chu Mu's explanation was a bit vague, but fortunately Fan Ji was smart and understood it immediately.

"You mean, we are recognized as the owners of the Yin house, so we can't see what it looks like in the world of the living."

"Yes," Chu Mu patted Fan Ji's shoulder, "There is a traitor in the valve. We must find him first when we return."

After leaving Qihe Valley, Tatar directly took control of the Fan family by force and kidnapped them all the way to the capital.

After that, he was kept under house arrest in the valve chief.

Anyone who can get the blood of Fan Ji's parents must be someone from the Qi Gate.

"Leave it to me." Fan Ji's eyes were cold. He broke the two pieces of the coffin and asked, "Is there any way to get to the mortal side of this house?"

"Yes." Chu Mu suddenly hooked his arms around Fan Ji's neck and kissed him.

Fan Ji's pupils trembled, and after a brief moment of disbelief, ecstasy surged in his heart.

He took the initiative and pinched Chu Mu's slender waist and pulled her into his arms.

The kiss gradually deepened, and both of them were a little carried away.

As lips and tongues entangled, the surrounding space was also changing rapidly.

Finally, a stench so strong that it could not be ignored forced the two to separate.

Chu Mu wiped his lips, looking a little unnatural.

Fan Ji looked at his swollen and moist lips, and the desire in his heart was almost burning through his body.

The weather was hot and the clothes were thin, so Fan Ji's reaction was obvious.

Chu Mu rubbed his legs inconspicuously:

“Breaking the impasse is not difficult, the key is to let the cemetery know that we are alive.

It identified us as dead, and with the blood of our parents and the eight characters carved into the coffin, it's not easy for us to prove ourselves."

Fan Ji understood: "Lust is the fire of Yang Qi, so you use lust to prove that - Chu Chu, your trick is good, but it is not very friendly to my brother."

Chu Mu coughed awkwardly twice: "Who told you...to be horny?"

"Chu Chu, don't you feel anything?" Fan Ji came closer and stretched out his hand to tease Chu Mu.

Chu Mu grabbed his wrist and said, "Brother, please look up."

The corner of Fan Ji's mouth twitched: "I can pretend I don't know."

"I'm sorry, I can't."

Chu Mu raised his head, and Fan Ji couldn't help but sigh and looked up as well.

They were still in the hall of the main house, and the coffin was still there.

Nothing looks much different.

Except for the rotting corpse hanging overhead.

There were dead bodies hanging from all the beams in the entire front hall.

The corpses had their heads drooping, and their eyes, never closed, were all staring straight at the two of them.