Luo Yan's kick was so powerful that the middle-aged man immediately fell to the ground and shouted in pain, "This child belongs to an evil spirit, he has evil power in him!"
The already desperate woman was also stunned. She didn't expect that her child would be saved by this man.
"Evil?" Luo Yan looked at the child in his arms, then looked at the middle-aged man, and asked, "Are the children of evil spirits evil?"
"Isn't it?" The middle-aged man was dissatisfied. Not only could this guy easily defeat the evil ghost who could kill him and others, but at this moment he actually took away the credit for killing the evil ghost's child.
Luo Yan said coldly: "No one is born with good or evil, even if he was born bathed in blood."
Jiang Xue was stunned when she heard this. She didn't expect that this guy could actually say such a thing.
The woman was also stunned, tears falling down her face unconsciously.
Ignoring the middle-aged man, Luo Yan turned around and looked at the woman with tears streaming down her face.
"Thank you, can I hug the baby?"
The woman already knew her next fate. She gave up her struggle and made one last request to Luo Yan.
Luo Yan shook his head.
The woman's expression dimmed, her eyes fixed on the child, and she said, "What are you going to do with him after I die?"
"As far as I know, there is not much difference between evil ghosts and human children, except that they are stronger than ordinary children." Luo Yan said.
"You mean..." The woman's eyes lit up.
Under Luo Yan's gaze, Jiang Xue hesitated for a long time and promised: "He will live a good life."
Hearing this, the woman cried and laughed, but her eyes never left the child.
She didn't leave her last words until the moment she was completely covered by chains.
"Thanks."
Jiang Xue only saw the chains covering the woman, and then the chains disappeared, and the woman also disappeared, and she was suddenly surprised.
"Is she dead?"
Luo Yan didn't answer. He looked at Jiang Xue and asked, "What would you do if I gave this child to you?"
Jiang Xue was stunned for a moment, then said: "Send him to an orphanage and then find someone to pay attention to his life?"
Luo Yan was noncommittal and suddenly raised his head and looked in one direction.
Behind him, everyone and everything was shattered, leaving only darkness and his figure.
He raised his head and looked into the air, his gaze became particularly deep, as if he was looking at someone.
"What about you, do you also know your destination?"
As soon as the words fell, all the images disappeared into the distance, as if they were reflected in a mirror.
Xia Yuxi woke up suddenly, with a lot of cold sweat on her forehead. If the artist hadn't helped her in time, she would have almost fallen to the ground.
No way, that guy just now... was he talking to me?
Her hair stood on end, it was clearly just a memory, how could the other party be staring at her!
However, not many people appeared in this clip. She had only a partial understanding of it and could not find any trace of Bai Mo in it.
etc……
She was suddenly startled and had a vague guess.
Could it be that the so-called evil ghost's child is Bai Mo?
Lu Zhan noticed something strange about her, signaled her to stay calm, and then looked at Bai Mo's expression.
Seeing that the latter showed no abnormality, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
Next, under the leadership of Lu Zhan, Bai Mo saw a bunch of unrecognizable corpses as he wished, and soon returned disappointed.
These are not the corpses he threw away. It is said that there is no such feeling as old friends at first sight.
It wasn't until Bai Mo was sent away that Lu Zhan truly breathed a sigh of relief, and the artist even more so. He tore off the handcuffs and kept rubbing his shiny head.
There really is something wrong with this guy, the tombkeeper, from head to toe...
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Not long after, in the interrogation room, Xia Yuxi told Lu Zhan and the others everything she saw.
"What do you think?"
At this time, the artist exuded a cold aura and turned to ask Lu Zhan for his opinion.
"One thing is certain, the gravekeeper is not from our era...not even from the restricted area era. He survived even further, to an era that we have not discovered yet."
The artist nodded solemnly, this discovery was not simple.
"Furthermore, if it is true, as Xia Yuxi said, that man can see her through his memory, it can only mean that that guy's ability is extremely weird."
"I also want to know this, but the question now is, why is there no figure of himself in the memory of the tombkeeper?"
"Maybe he is that child?" Xia Yuxi said.
"That's not necessarily true." Lu Zhan shook his head. He thought for a moment and said, "I'm more curious about that man's identity."
The artist's eyes narrowed: "Do you know him?"
"I don't know." Lu Zhan shook his head, "But the tombkeeper once mentioned to me a guy whose body was pierced by chains. Maybe it was him."
"The Silent One?"
The artist read relevant reports and quickly reacted.
"I'm still not sure. I can only say that the current information is still too little. After investigation, there are more mysteries."
The artist remained silent for a long time before saying: "The gravekeeper opened the invitation to hate, but he was not attacked - he may go to Hidden Beast Mountain later."
"Baishou Mountain?" Lu Zhan's expression changed slightly.
"The content on the hate invitation seems to have changed in some way. I clearly saw S on it before, so I must have read it correctly."
"Did S become D?" Lu Zhan understood what he meant and said to himself, "But why is it the Beast Mountain again..."
"What are you going to do?"
"It's best to have people keep an eye on the tomb keeper. It's best to stop him. If he makes any changes, have people follow him to Hidden Beast Mountain."
"Is this so..." the artist touched the tattoo on his face and said, "Isn't it too risky to let the tombkeeper enter the restricted area?"
"But if we don't take risks, we won't know anything."
The artist seemed to just mention it casually. He said calmly: "Well, it is not convenient for me to show up in front of the tombkeeper now, so you will make the arrangements next."
"I see."
…
Night falls.
In a house shrouded in darkness, a figure knelt in front of a door painted with strange symbols. He looked pious and motionless, as if waiting for a certain moment to arrive.
Gradually, the sounds around him disappeared, and the already dim lights in the room became even dimmer. The man raised his head and saw that on the clock hanging on the wall, the hour and minute hands pointed to twelve o'clock at the same time.
I don’t know since when, there has been a legend in the city. At midnight, when you kneel religiously in front of the door with the advent symbol painted on it, you may open the door and enter a mysterious store.
The only product sold in this shop is secrets.
The man took a deep breath, with some expectation on his face, and pushed open the door covered with symbols. The next moment, he quickly knew that this was not a fictitious rumor.
Because he saw the dim light inside the door, it was a strange light that he had never seen before.
“Welcome.”
The sudden sound startled the man who was looking at everything inside the door. The sound was extremely unpleasant, like claws scratching on the glass. He followed the sound and saw a figure with a blurry face. From the body shape, the other person looked very different.
It seems to be a woman.
The man tried his best, but he couldn't see the figure clearly. But strangely, even so, he could still feel the woman's gaze on him.
"Listen...I heard that you can buy any secret here..." The man seemed a little scared when he came to such a strange place for the first time. He hesitated for a while and then said, "I want to get a secret..."
The woman seemed to be smiling: "We do sell all secrets here, but you have to know that secrets are the most precious things in the world. The more inaccessible the secret, the more precious it is."
Her voice was hoarse and gloomy, and every time she spoke was a mental torture. The man endured the discomfort and asked curiously: "Are secrets really that precious?"
"Of course, especially other people's secrets."
"Okay..." The man took a deep breath and said firmly: "I want a secret."
"Whose secret?"
"My own."
"My own? It's interesting..."
That figure seemed to have the ability to see through people's hearts, and his tone was a little more serious, "But I want to remind you that since it is selling secrets, you will naturally need to pay equivalent compensation."
As soon as he finished speaking, a row of shelves appeared in front of the man's eyes. He glanced at it and his face instantly turned pale, and he almost vomited.
There were bloody mouths on the shelves. Some were covered with stubble, and some had lips covered with lipstick. The man even saw fresh blood flowing along the shelves to the ground. All the mouths seemed to be torn apart alive.
It's normal to come down.
What's even more frightening is that those mouths are still opening and closing, as if they want to tell something.
It's really weird.
The woman didn't pay attention to his fearful look. She walked closer slowly, pointed to a mouth and said, "It will tell you the secrets you need. Let me see the price. Well...it's not expensive at all."
"So could you please tell me what kind of secret you want to know?"
"Wait a minute, let me think about it...my memory is not very good recently, I always forget things."
The man touched the rose earring on his left ear and suddenly laughed, "So you can tell me..."
