In the book, the villain male second was conquered by me and became a loyal dog

"Isn't it?" Yu Qingci asked back in confusion.

"Ha...um...put out the fire first, or the chicken will get burnt." Tong Huanyou said anxiously, staring at the burning flames.

After hearing this, Yu Qingci raised his hand and extinguished the flames.

"This turkey...is not that turkey."

Tong Huanyou raised her little hand and fanned the slightly burnt chicken noodles. She actually felt a little amused and had a very complicated expression.

Yu Qingci looked at her, his eyebrows sank, and he lowered his voice: "Why, do you want a chicken with fire all over its body?"

"Pfft." Tong Huanyou couldn't help but sneered and raised his hand to interrupt:

"Let's not discuss this chicken anymore..."

(Asking seriously makes it even funnier, hahahaha!)

"Aren't you and Sister Song investigating the nightmare case? Why are you here so early?" Tong Huanyou asked casually.

As I put the slightly cooler noodles into my mouth, I was amazed by the taste at the first bite.

(Wow! Great craftsmanship!)

A hint of pride appeared on Yu Qingci's lips.

"I don't want to be like them, running around like a headless fly."

"Well, it will take a day or two to find it." Tong Huanyou continued to eat with his head down, muttering.

Little did he know that Yu Qingci's eyes dimmed when he heard the voice, and he asked with a hint of tentativeness: "Where do you think the source of this ghost energy is?"

Tong Huanyou said disapprovingly: "Ah? Isn't it just that painting of a beautiful lady?"

As soon as she said this, she realized something was wrong and paused.

He hastily changed the topic, pointed at a painting on the wall, and said with a dry laugh: "This palace is great. Look at these paintings, they are so beautiful, hahahaha..."

Her smile was a little stiff and there was a hint of panic in her eyes.

Yu Qingci narrowed his eyes slightly, and the suspicion in his heart became even heavier: "In this case, then when we leave, I will ask the princess for a painting."

After saying that, he suddenly stood up, turned and walked towards the door.

When he touched the door, he paused, turned his head, and said coldly: "Sister's progress is slow, I'd better go and help."

"Okay, bye." Tong Huanyou replied without raising his head and continued to wolf down the noodles.

Seeing his figure disappear outside the door, she patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I was so scared that I blurted out the plot..."

However, unknown to me, the inky figure outside the door had his ears twitching slightly, and his face looked even more gloomy.

……

Elsewhere in the palace, Song Yingyue and Xie Zhili, along with other demon catchers, were conducting a careful investigation in every corner.

Song Yingyue's eyes were sharp, and her slender fingers gently brushed across the wall, feeling the strange smell that might be hidden, and her eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

Xie Zhili followed her closely, holding a compass, and observed the subtle changes of the compass needle with a serious expression.

Other demon hunters also cast their own spells. Some closed their eyes to sense the fluctuations in the surrounding aura, their faces tense; others cast spells to detect the traces of evil spirits.

They walked through the winding corridors and entered the quiet garden, not missing any place where clues might be hidden.

The sunlight shone on them, casting long shadows.

"There doesn't seem to be anything unusual here." A monster catcher whispered with a hint of confusion on his face.

Song Yingyue frowned slightly, "Look carefully again, don't miss any clues."

Everyone responded and continued to devote themselves to the investigation.

"Senior Brother." Song Yingyue looked back and called out to Xie Zhili who was not far away.

Xie Zhili replied: "What's wrong, Yingyue?"

She asked: "You said that if the princess did not get close to the sacrifice or something like that, but if something came into contact with it, would she also be haunted by the ghost energy?"

Xie Zhili pondered: "Although the ghostly aura of the item is not enough to make a person so exhausted...but..."

Song Yingyue took over the conversation: "But if it is an object possessed by a ghost, it is hard to say."

……

"Ah! Someone come! Someone come quickly!" A cry of surprise exploded from the princess's inner room.

Everyone's attention was attracted.

"Something happened." Song Yingyue and Xie Zhili immediately became alert and ran to the inner room.

Inside the room.

Yu Qingci suddenly broke in, breaking the original tranquility in the house.

The princess was frightened by this and screamed, "Someone come! There's an assassin!"

Zhao Yue shouted angrily: "Gloomy weirdo! How dare you enter the inner room without notifying me!"

Yu Qingci was not moved at all. He looked around and was quickly attracted by the painting of a lady on the wall.

His eyes focused and he quickly formed seals with his hands. In an instant, palm thunder suddenly struck out, and purple lightning rushed straight towards the painting.

“Boom!” Under the impact of powerful force, black smoke suddenly emerged from the painting, and the woman in the painting appeared with a distorted face and screaming.

"It's here as expected." Yu Qingci's eyes became even darker.

The ferocious face of the painted demon looked even more terrifying in the lightning, and his white clothes fluttered in the wind.

His eyes were filled with resentment, and he flashed and flew out of the yard.

Song Yingyue and other demon catchers gathered here after hearing the noise.

"Don't run away, monster!" Song Yingyue shouted, holding the magic sword, and flew after him. Her figure was light and agile.

"Trap it!" Xie Zhili gave the order.

Other monster catchers also used their own magic weapons and spells.

For a moment, lights intertwined and spells flew.

The painted demon felt the powerful pressure from behind him, roared angrily, waved his hands, and black ink poured out like a tide.

"You guys are so stupid, how dare you ruin my business!" The painted demon roared, his voice shrill and sharp.

Song Yingyue held the magic sword in her hand and shouted, "Evil spirit, today is the day you die!"

After saying that, she moved as fast as lightning and attacked the painted monster first. Her sword skills were sharp and the light was flashing.

"Nosy monster hunter!"

The painting demon stretched out its sharp claws and collided with Song Yingyue's magic sword, sparks flew and a sharp sound of metal clashing was emitted.

Xie Zhili was not to be outdone. He formed seals with his hands and sent a series of talismans flying towards the female ghost.

The painted monster's body was erratic and it kept dodging attacks.

The two of them, one far and one close, cooperated perfectly.

The painted demon was anxious and exhausted, and let out a series of shrill cries.

Yu Qingci was in the inner room, feeling uneasy about the plot that Tong Huanyou was talking about. Looking at the big commotion outside, he just felt annoyed by the noise.

He turned around and said to the mother and daughter who were already scared out of their wits: "If you don't want to die, don't leave this door today."

Then, he stepped out of the door and used palm thunder to attack the painted monster directly.

"It's so noisy." The voice was cold and impatient.

Immediately, he walked towards the other side of the yard without looking back. He wanted to know who she was and where she came from...

The painted demon, who was already fighting with everyone, couldn't dodge in time and was hit by lightning.

"Ah!" The scream pierced everyone's eardrums.

The monster hunters seized the opportunity and worked closely together, not giving the enemy any chance to breathe.

Finally, the painted demon could no longer hold out under the siege of the crowd.

Just when everyone thought they were about to successfully subdue it, a red light came rushing over like lightning.

A female ghost in red suddenly appeared. Her red clothes were stained with blood, so thick that it seemed as if blood could drip from them.

Between the hair, a face as pale as paper could be vaguely seen, the skin was dry and wrinkled, tightly attached to the bones like a layer of rotten parchment.

His eyes were filled with tears and blood, like two dark red streams, it was extremely terrifying.