a killer

Eight.

Mi Hu saw Liu An at the residence of the dead ghost, and was a little surprised. A year ago, he was drunk and rude to the dead ghost. Fortunately, Mi Hu just arrived at that time, so he didn't make a big mistake.

The dead ghost was seriously injured back then, and his life was hanging by a thread. It was Mihu who saved his life with the secret three-soul nail of Tanjiao, but the dead ghost's skill is not as good as before.

The dead ghost can no longer have sex with others, not even self-blasphemy.

Seeing Mi Hu coming, Liu An showed embarrassment, and bid farewell to the dead ghost in a hurry.

Seeing him leave, Mi Hu smiled and said to the dead ghost: "He is afraid of me."

"Who in the world is not afraid of you?"

The dead ghost was lying on the wicker chair with his eyes closed, his skin was like translucent jade under the sunlight.

Mi Hu touched his face and said: "Three months later, the Wulin League will hold a meeting to eradicate my Tanjiao."

"Why?" The dead ghost opened his eyes and looked at him.

"For me to teach Zhongbao."

"Treasure?"

The dead ghost sneered, but couldn't stop laughing, and the wicker chair shook with his palms.

Mi Hu sighed, and said quietly: "Probably the so-called Demon Cult has a treasure."

"How are you doing?" asked the dead ghost.

Mi Hu replied: "You and I go together to find out."

The dead ghost was noncommittal, and closed his eyes again. Mihu stood aside and watched him for a long time, and when the sun went down, he left.

Mo Feng and Da Xia went together for two months.

Mo Feng came back alone, and it was already dark when he saw the dead ghost.

The dead ghost was a little surprised, and complained: "It's been two months without a sound, it's lucky that you still know how to come back."

Mo Feng looked at him and said nothing, the dead ghost took his hand, looked him up and down, shook his head and sighed: "It's so dirty, go wash it first, I'll cook for you."

Mo Feng didn't answer, the dead ghost sneaked him into the house, stripped him naked and threw him into a bucket, poured a bucket of cold water on him, and asked him with a smile, "Is it cold?"

Mo Feng shook his head, and the dead ghost brought a towel to help him scrub his body, this has been the case since he was a child.

Mo Feng suddenly grabbed the dead ghost's hand and stared at him blankly. The dead ghost couldn't help but wonder, there seemed to be something wrong with the boy when he came back this time.

"how?"

Mo Feng was silent for a moment before saying, "I'm hungry."

"Okay, you wash it yourself, and I'll cook for you."

"Ah."

After eating and drinking, Mo Feng pushed the dead ghost to bed, let him sleep inside, and lay himself outside with his back to him.

The dead ghost patted him on the head and asked him about the trip, but Mo Feng kept silent. Seeing him like this, the dead ghost sighed: "The wind is strong, and the heart is also big, so I don't take the master seriously. gone."

Mo Feng suddenly turned over and sat up, pressing on the dead ghost, his eyes were burning, as if he wanted to see the person thoroughly, the dead ghost frowned and said, "What are you doing? Get down."

"Since the master said that Feng'er is strong, why do you still treat Feng'er as a child?"

With a wave of Mo Feng's hand, he tore off the dead ghost's pajamas, revealing a thin and pale man's body. The dead ghost opened his eyes wide, looking at this child raised in disbelief, and felt that there was a warm and hard object against it. In his crotch, he instantly understood Mo Feng's intentions, and his face turned pale immediately.

"I've grown up..." Mo Feng's hand touched the dead ghost's chest, and a little force left a red mark on his fair skin.

As if scalded, the dead ghost bounced up suddenly, knocking Mo Feng off the bed with one palm.

Mo Feng's aptitude is average, not a good material for martial arts training. The dead ghost has taught him for many years, but he has never learned half of his skills, so he is naturally no match for him.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, stood up unsteadily, and just stood by the bed looking at the dead ghost.

The dead ghost panicked and didn't control his strength well. Now that he was injured, he felt that his heart had been slapped, and it hurt endlessly.

"Why?" the ghost asked him.

Mo Feng stared at him fiercely, gritted his teeth and said, "Did you pick me up back then, or did you kill my parents and rob me?"

The dead ghost only felt that these words were like a bolt from the blue, which shocked him so much that he could hardly sit still.

Mo Feng was still asking: "Tell me!"

The dead ghost can't say anything, looking at the stubborn child who was unwilling to shed tears even when he was practicing kung fu when he was young, but now tears are streaming down his face.

Deception, betrayal, heartbreak.

"Feng'er...I..."

Mo Feng roared angrily, broke through the door and left.

"Wind!"

The dead ghost's whole body was in pain as if it was about to be torn apart. The three soul nails inserted into the back were about to move, and almost broke out. The dead ghost could hardly suppress it. After fighting with it for more than half an hour, it finally suppressed it. Stopping, he spit out a mouthful of cloudy blood, and fell on the bed weakly.

In a trance, he seemed to see Mo Feng coming back, and he stretched out his hand, wanting to hold the child he raised.

"The wind..."

He grabbed it forward, but there was nothing in his hand, and the dead ghost's thoughts fell into darkness amidst disappointment and pain.