scapegoat.

In other words, if you use your life to prolong your life, it will be a magic trick after all. Even though Lao Qi didn't understand why, he knew that this was not a good thing, but he was not a good person himself. If he paid the life of an irrelevant person for his brother, he really didn't care.

But the problem lies in which voluntary.

If it were normal, Lao Qi would have a way to find a voluntary person. He could handle many things in hundreds of thousands these year. Money is omnipotent in many aspects. But now it is only a few hours before midnight. Even if he pays this money, he doesn't have the time to operate.

"Then... I'll think of a solution. In the past few hours, I'll ask the gentleman to take care of my brother first. No matter whether I can find it or not, I will come back before 11:30."

Since he signed the word himself, he seemed to have subconscious trust in Ku Ding, so Lao Qi knew that there was not much time left for his brother.

As he said that, he walked out the door, and he was afraid he would have to find many people that night.

But the chef Ding signaled Ning Meng to send him out of the alley, but he reached out to help the man who had no consciousness.

"Why don't you tell him that this person can't be saved."

Until Lao Qi left, Meng Po walked out of the inner hall and asked the chef.

"He can't find a scapegoat."

"What if he found it?"

"At this time, there is only one person who meets the conditions. If he finds him, I will make an exception to save him. Isn't it good? What are you afraid of? At worst, you can eat it. But is he willing to give up?"

The cook reached out and dipped some tea in the teacup and lit it on the man's forehead. For some reason, the man stopped there. Although his weak body looked more like a skeleton, it seemed that there was no need for anyone to support him. But something seemed to be wandering under his skin.

Ning Meng, who had sent Lao Qi away, started playing games again. Meng Po sat next to the Ku Ding and seemed to be talking to him. No one seemed to pay attention to the man standing still.

This waited until late at night.

When Lao Qi came back, the expression on his face was not good. He seemed to have something to say to Ku Ding, but he didn't speak in the end.

There are more than ten minutes left before midnight.

"Send him away."

Lao Qi didn't speak, but Ku Ding became this evil man.

"Is there really no other way?"

"It is better to die earlier than he lives like this. Let him go, why bother to let him suffer this sin again. However, I can let him say the last few words to you, but you have to be mentally prepared."

The butcher stared at Lao Qi, who seemed to nodded helplessly.

“Do I need to prepare something?”

"It looks like that. By the way, what is his name?"

"Qianlong."

"Oh."

The cook tapped Qianlong's forehead lightly, and Qianlong fell to the ground in response. Lao Qi was about to help him, but the cook stared back with a look. At this time, the cook Ding's dark eyes condensed with a hint of coldness. This cold breath made it difficult for the people around him to look up and dared not look directly.

"A person has three souls, one of which is called fetal light, which is the main spirit; there are seven souls, which is the main spirit, which is the main spirit, which is the main spirit, which is the main energy of qi. The spirit dissipates, the energy disappears, and death is close."

The Ku Ding paused word by word, and a pair of slender and white hands poked several inexplicable marks. A force pulled Qianlong's body into a strange shape. Then the Ku Ding's hands poked heavily into Qianlong's lung cavity and throat chakra, and the force was so great that it poked a blood hole.

Lao Qi was shocked and trembled, but he soon saw that there was no bleeding in the blood hole poked out by Ku Ding, but some black liquid.

"If a person is dead, the three souls will be gone, and the seven souls will be left to one, and the wandering soul will return to his hometown. When he sees his relatives for the last time, he has the saying of guarding the first seven and sending his relatives away."

The cold air that seemed to radiate from Ku Ding's body turned into a thin stream of black smoke and penetrated into the blood holes of the lung cavity and throat chakra that he had poked out for a long time. It seemed that a rotten odor that seemed to have been in Qianlong's body that seemed to have been sinking to the bottom for a hundred years instantly filled the entire room. The choking Lao Qi's eyes turned black and he almost fainted.

"The soul is with the soul, the family is here, everything is gone, and we should return. Return to the soul, Qianlong."

Qianlong's body suddenly coughed up a mouthful of pus and blood, and he actually sat up slowly.

"The other person died when he was in that tomb. He rushed out with anger, probably to say something to you. You kept his breath. After a long time, he suffered, and you would be implicated. I mentioned his soul and you would have thirty seconds."

Looking at the shaking and actually sitting up, in the words of the Ku Ding, the dead Qianlong was the dead. Lao Qi was shocked and took three steps back until he pressed against a table before he stood firm. Then he rushed over and grabbed Qianlong.

I don’t know if it was because of the operation of the Ku Ding or the fact that Qianlong’s body was already strange. After emitting a large amount of foul smell, his originally shriveled body swelled instead. The black liquid flowed along the blood hole poked out by the Ku Ding, and his body was pale under the light. The black liquid and the pale skin showed a strange vision. The slightly deformed head was tilted out at a strange angle. The white eyes kept swelling, and the Adam’s apple trembled up and down, making a low and hoarse grunt.

"...Ghost...find...kill...take care...not willing!"

Qianlong stared at his white eyes, his twisted hands tightly clutched Lao Qi's arm, and spit out words that seemed unrelated in his mouth, trying hard to express the last words he wanted to say.

When the last word was finished, a stream of black gas spurted out from his mouth, and then his whole body began to tremble. The black gas that was sprayed spread out instantly. Lao Qi only smelled a trace, and his whole eyes flipped and he fainted.

The cook Ding had a serious expression, opened his mouth and took a deep breath, swallowed the dispersed black gas into his mouth, then reached out and pressed it on Qianlong's forehead, his mouth slowly opened and closed, and a very slow tone was heard, and Qianlong, who had been trembling, actually calmed down.

"But there is a bridge, and the hometown is over. My soul and soul are gone, and the dust is gone."

But the silence did not last long, and Qianlong's body did not lie on the ground again as the Ku Ding wished. In just a few dozen seconds, his body began to shake again, and the black liquid on his body also oozed more and more. A low hissing sound came out of his dry throat, and a pair of pale eyes actually shed tears.

The hissing was so sad that people could feel the hatred and anger he expressed when they heard it.

"Not good, I'll turn into a zombie."
Chapter completed!