Burnt smell.

Zhu Jiulong first smelled a strong stench that rushed straight to his head.

He subconsciously looked up at the center of the main hall.

A skinny boy was lying on the ground, his face contorted and red, his hands waving wildly in the air, as if he was about to swing something away, as if he was about to grab something, and his legs kept kicking the ground.

After struggling for a while, gradually, the little boy's twisting movements became lighter and lighter, and the amplitude became smaller and smaller. Finally, the hands and feet "snapped" and fell back to the ground, as if dead.

Zhu Jiulong looked stunned, his body seemed to be fixed, and he couldn't move.

After a while, the little boy who had just looked dead and motionless suddenly twisted. The clothes on his body turned into black scum and scattered, and the skin and flesh slowly turned black as if they were licked and eaten, and the blood and oil dripped out, making a "zizi" sound.

The little boy's body seemed to be peeled off layer by layer, slowly revealing the bones and internal organs inside, and the foul-smelling charred black licked every inch of exposed flesh and bones like a worm...

Just as Lord Chen pushed the door in, the changes in the little boy's body suddenly stopped, and he turned into a curled charred black corpse. At the same time as the black debris fell gently, the small white insects broke through the charred black, drilled out and fell to the ground...

Zhu Jiulong had seen Wu Genming's son, and he recognized the little boy as Wu Shaoyu.

Wu Shaoyu, who was killed by him and then released the goods and burned his body.

This is... Do you want your life?

Zhu Jiulong was imprisoned and couldn't move, his eyes widened, he wanted to call for help but couldn't make a sound, his eyes were sucked on Wu Shaoyu like a demon, and he couldn't move away!

Master Chen walked up to him, shook his hand in front of his eyes, saw Zhu Jiulong is face twitching in horror, knew that he was fascinated by something, poured a glass of wine and poured it on his face.

Wine, in ancient times, was a sacred product to worship the gods. Although the times are different, there are still some uses, and Zhu Jiulong is a little sober.

Pouring cold wine, Zhu Jiulong wiped a handful of wine on his face, he trembled, grabbed Master Chen with a shrunk, and slowly buried his body under the table.

Lord Chen didn't believe in evil, he lifted the lid of the wine jug and threw it at the place where Zhu Jiulong was staring at him distractedly just now.

Zhu Jiulong stretched his neck, and when he saw that there was nothing on the ground, he exhaled a long breath tremblingly.

"Buckle button" Someone knocked on the door.

Zhu Jiulong took a deep breath and straightened his clothes, "Come in." ”

Steward Zhu came in, saluted Lord Chen, and said, "Master, I caught a little boy who sneaked in." Because she had a knife on her, she came to report it. ”

Little boys?

A little boy just appeared, and then a little boy came...

Zhu Jiulong glanced at Lord Chen, and suddenly had confidence: "Bring it here!" ”

Soon, a small doll was grabbed by the collar and thrown into the hall, and a knife for cutting vegetables was also thrown on the ground.

It was Wu Xiaobai.

"Who are you?" Zhu Jiulong may be cowardly with a charred corpse and a wronged soul, but if it is a living person, he has the courage to eat him alive!

"Wu Xiaobai."

"Your surname is Wu?" Zhu Jiulong suddenly felt a "chuckle" in his heart, there are still people in the Wu family?

But what about the surname Wu, a little doll that he can pinch to death with a light has already fallen into his hands, can he still be afraid of him? !

Zhu Jiulong glanced at the knife on the ground and sneered: "The little doll doesn't learn well, what do you want to do with the knife?" ”

"Kill you."

Wu Xiaobai sat on the ground, her face was red and sweaty, and she looked very weak.