The lights in the Song family villa changed. The originally dim light turned into a dark green light.
When they all stepped into the Song residence, the door behind them slammed shut.
Chen Quan and Chu Yanran were startled and huddled behind Wen Xi, feeling that following her was the safest path.
"Uncle Zhou! Uncle Zhou! Where are you?"
Song Shilin frowned and shouted, but after shouting for a long time, Uncle Zhou didn't come out.
The air was filled with a bloody smell. Suddenly, a ball rolled down the stairs and stopped at Song Shilin's feet.
Song Shilin looked closely, his pupils constricted, he took a breath and took two steps back. Everyone could see clearly then that the sphere on the ground was actually a bloody head with a smooth severed neck. An expression of fear still remained on the man's face, his eyes wide open, and he died with his eyes open.
"Uncle Zhou?"
Song Shilin screamed miserably, knelt on his knees, gripped the carpet with his fingers, and his eyes were almost bleeding.
Uncle Zhou is the housekeeper of the Song family. He has been in the Song family for decades. He has watched them grow up since they were young and is a relative of theirs!
Seeing with his own eyes that a person who was still alive during the day died in such a tragic way, even Song Shilin, who had a very good character, could not control his violent heart.
“Ahhhh!”
Chen Quan and Chu Yanran hugged each other and screamed. They were still young, and the first time they saw a ghost was when Wang Qinghe was possessed. This time, they saw a dead person. They were trembling with fear and regretted coming in.
"His grandfather's bear!"
Yao Qianqian saw the head and was furious. She couldn't help but curse, "Idiot! Where the hell did you get this evil spirit from? How dare you harm people in front of me? Are you crazy? Do you believe that I, your aunt, will kill you and shatter your soul to pieces?"
After a while of shouting, there was a "dong da dong da" sound from upstairs, as if someone was walking heavily.
Immediately afterwards, a huge wave of blood swept down the stairs, broke through the railings, and fell directly towards them.
Yao Qianqian's expression changed drastically, "Get out of the way!"
She and Chen Zhao, one lifted Chen Zhao and the other lifted Chu Yanran, and they jumped up and hid on the table in the restaurant.
Chen Zhao anxiously shouted to Wen Xi and Song Shilin who were still standing there, "Hurry up and hide!"
Wen Xi didn't move, staring coldly at the tide of blood before his eyes. He slowly raised his hand, and when the tide of blood was about to hit him, a ray of golden light suddenly appeared out of thin air, crossed the tide of blood, and reached the top of the stairs. The next second, the tide of blood disappeared out of thin air!
Yao Qianqian's face turned pale. She looked at the calm Wen Xi with complicated eyes and pursed her lips and said, "This is an illusion. This evil spirit is quite powerful, yet Wen Xi was able to easily resist it and even destroy it with a single move of her hand. Now I understand why the captain is obsessed with her."
Such a powerful Xuanling Master is really rare in a century. It's not right not to absorb them all together!
Wen Xi kicked Song Shilin, who was kneeling on the ground, and said coldly, "Don't confess here. He's not dead yet. It was an illusion!"
Wen Xi's words were like a ray of warm sunshine shining into the extreme cold.
Song Shilin looked up and saw that Uncle Zhou's head, which had just rolled to the side, had disappeared.
He asked in a hoarse voice, "Is Uncle Zhou really not dead?"
Wen Xi said coldly, "He's not dead yet. If you waste any more time here, he might really die."
Song Shilin then stood up, with anger evident in his eyes, "Is he playing tricks on us?"
"I guess so. Evil spirits love to feed on human fear! Fear, suspicion, jealousy, tyranny, pain and other negative emotions are their best food. This evil spirit uses illusion to absorb our emotions. Don't let yourself be led astray here and increase their arrogance and power for no reason!"
Wen Xi took a step forward and headed towards the second floor first.
"Wait for us!"
Yao Qianqian and Chen Zhao followed closely behind. When they were about to reach the second floor, Yao Qianqian couldn't help but ask, "Wen Xi, how do you know so much?"
"Guess!"
Wen Xi glanced at her sideways and replied perfunctorily.
Knowing that Wen Xi was challenging her, Yao Qianqian felt depressed and regretted having treated her badly in the beginning.
Is it too late to correct it now?
When they reached the second floor, the dim corridor suddenly became longer. At the end of the corridor, a figure stood by the window, staring at them with bloodshot eyes.
It was like being stared at by hundreds of wolves, which was creepy.
"Shi Yu? Is that you?"
Song Shilin's face darkened, and murderous intent quickly flooded his eyes.
The current Song Shiyu is not his brother at all, but a puppet possessed by an evil spirit!
"Brother, why are you back so soon?"
Accompanied by a mellow voice, a tall figure slowly walked out from the darkness. The man was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, his cold eyebrows were smiling, and his red lips were slightly raised. At first glance, he looked like a gentle and elegant gentleman, and there was nothing wrong with him.
He glanced at everyone and asked with a smile, "How come you brought back so many guests? It's such a surprise."
Wen Xi looked at him, her amber eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. She said, "You are surprised to think that we are delivered to your door as dinner?"
Song Shiyu's flawless smile froze for a moment. "Beautiful lady, what nonsense are you talking about? You're talking as if I like eating human flesh!"
"Don't you like it?"
A cold voice asked back.
Song Shiyu opened his mouth and found that he couldn't even utter the word "I don't like it". He really... liked it too much!
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