The dark environment inside the house makes people feel palpitating.

It would be no exaggeration to say that the sound of the wind blowing in was like the howling of ghosts and wolves, especially the dry and short-haired head on the wooden table. It always felt like the other person was staring at me.

Faced with this strange environment.

Qin Feng silently threw hundreds of fluorite from the ring and shot them at the surrounding stone walls.

Under the strong force, the fluorite turned into Gatling bullets and imprinted on the wall.

Wherever the light is, demons and ghosts will leave quickly, and darkness will have nowhere to hide.

The stone house instantly became as bright as day.

He gave Baitong, the parasitic ghost who was tightly grabbing his thigh by his side and trying to bite him, a big hand, and stepped into the room amidst his cries and noises.

"Haw!"

The treasure-hunting squirrel peeked out its plump head to look around. When it saw the skinny and skinny head with short hair close at hand, it was so frightened that its eyelids rolled back and it retracted its clothes.

The white-eyed man on one side squatted on the ground aggrievedly and stretched out his little finger to point at the head, "Brother, this is the head."

"The eyes are not blind."

Touching his chin and looking at the dry, short-haired head in front of him, Qin Feng fell into deep thought.

It feels like it has a different flavor.

The smell of bacon.

His eyes moved slightly to the dry, short-haired head, his eyelids closed tightly and trembled slightly. Qin Feng's pupils suddenly shrank, and without saying a word, he grabbed Bai Tong's shirt and retreated.

What the hell.

The shrunken short-haired head is alive!

Qin Feng retreated outside the door and quickly activated his ghost eyes to observe. Unfortunately, his vision was completely gray and could not be seen, and there was even a faint tingling sensation.

Like sand flying into the eyes.

Bai Tong, who was squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, looked frightened, then raised his head in confusion and looked up at Qin Feng with bright eyes.

Taking a deep breath of turbid air and signaling not to move, Qin Feng stepped inside again with his silver lance in hand.

The sound of walking is barely audible.

It seems that he is afraid of disturbing the other party.

Returning to the side of the withered short-haired head, Qin Feng poked the opponent's head with the tip of the silver knife. The two collided with each other and made a hard impact.

One minute.

Two minutes.

After beating for nearly five minutes, Qin Feng smiled and took a step back when he saw the other party reacting.

The eyelids of the skull slowly opened to reveal empty eye sockets, and the dry lips moved, "Hey, if you don't want to die, get out of here."

"Don't disturb my sleep."

Qin Feng couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. He simply took out a refreshing stick and held it in his mouth to watch with interest.

Their eyes met for a moment, and he spoke slowly, "Senior, how can you kill me with only one head left? Do you want a stick to refresh your mind?"

“I don’t want to go to sleep after smoking.”

The withered short-haired head was silent for a moment, and the hoarse and weak voice came out again, "Okay, give me one."

Hearing this, Qin Feng took out a new refreshing stick from Najie and walked towards him.

Lit it, he skillfully inserted the refreshing bar into the lips of his dry, short-haired head, "Senior, which era are you from?"

"Ancient times? Medieval times?"

“It’s not easy to survive until now.”

"You see, I have a great appearance and am a unique cultivation genius. I wonder if Senior is interested in taking on a disciple?"

"I'm really not interested in paying attention to my appearance now. Just give me some treasures."

“…”

Qin Feng's voice kept echoing in his ears like a fly, and his withered short-haired head suddenly became extremely irritated, "Go away, you annoying stinky fly."

Shake the refreshing bar.

After verbal harassment and testing, and seeing that the other party was indeed not physically aggressive, the smile on Qin Feng's face disappeared and his eyes narrowed involuntarily.

He raised his hand and slapped a big bag on his withered head instantly.

"Bah!" The sound was so loud that when the air was quiet, you could hear it if a pin dropped.

The withered and short-haired man was stunned, and the refreshing stick in his mouth fell to the ground.

"Can you hit me again?"

"Strange request, okay." Qin Feng twitched the corner of his mouth, raised his hand and slapped the opponent on the head with a big bag.

"Crack!"

The slap movement is very crisp.

Just as he was about to withdraw his palm, a terrifying suction force suddenly attracted his palm to his head.

Qin Feng's hair stood on end all over his body.

Looking down at the dry, short-haired head with slightly pulled corners at the corners of his mouth, his pupils suddenly shrank.

An unpleasant feeling welled up in my heart. As soon as the thought emerged, severe pain began to pass through my mind.

The source of the pain and weakness is the loss of golden soul power in the brain, such as opening a floodgate to drain water, and the place where the water drains is the dry, short-haired head underneath.

The opponent is frantically absorbing his soul power, like a vacuum cleaner turned to the highest setting.

Qin Feng's face quickly turned pale, and what was even more strange was that his body could not even move.

"Interesting, Liuqi Soul Master."

"This awesome pure soul power should be enough to restore my appearance."

The voice of the withered short-haired man was slightly excited, and the suction force became more and more terrifying, as if he was trying to pull away Qin Feng's flesh and blood.

"!!!"

"Ugly thing, let go of my brother Feng!"

The expression of the butterfly that had just woken up in the pocket changed drastically, and it quickly flew out and threw a gray ball at the opponent.

"Um?"

The withered, short-haired man looked up at the butterfly as if feeling something, his hollow eyes lit up with a faint golden light.

"Three-winged ghost butterfly?"

"I didn't expect that the rotten, smelly flies would have such an opportunity."

"Little one, do you want to break your soul contract and sign it with me?"

"Sign it and I'll spare his life."

"I don't want to break the contract with Brother Feng! Please let me go, Brother Feng!!!"

Butterfly's voice sounded like she was crying, especially when she saw Qin Feng's pale and lifeless pupils.

"Then I'll kill him!"

The voice from the withered short-haired head was extremely cold, and the naked eye could see golden light escaping from Qin Feng's body and palms into the top of his head.

Under the nourishment of numerous soul powers, the dry skin of the other party quickly becomes plump and becomes young, white and tender.

It's like dry land encountering spring rain.

"I sign! Let me go, Brother Feng!" Butterfly's tearful eyes stared closely at the face of the woman in front of her who was practicing cultivation and regaining her appearance. Her clean eyes were full of grievance and despair.

Hearing this, the woman's lips curled up, and her voice was mocking, "I suddenly changed my mind."

"If you kill him, won't you still be mine?"

As soon as the cold words fell, the eyes of Qin Feng, whose eyes were dull, quickly bloomed with dazzling golden light. As the light flickered, the palm that was clinging to him struggled to escape from his head.

"Huh? Impossible! Your eyes...no, those are mine..."

"Feng, Brother Feng!!!"

"No...it's okay."

Qin Feng, who was out of control, began to drink the sour plum juice that could restore his soul power.

After drinking dozens of bottles, the pale complexion gradually returned to color.

After smashing the glass bottle and looking at the shocked woman's head on the table, Qin Feng's eyes almost solidified in coldness.
Chapter completed!