It was pitch black in the attic, and there seemed to be a faint moaning sound, and the ghost cried a sneaky glance at the window, and saw a black shadow rolling and lingering on the bed.

Hey, why don't you go shopping around the good lantern festival, why do you sneak here?

The curiosity in Devil Cry's mind flashed, and he looked at it with relish, and then turned to leave.

After wandering around for a long time, Ghost Cry still didn't find what he was looking for.

Now, he has understood that this family is not simple, just such a large courtyard is rare in the entire city of Hangzhou, maybe it is a big official mansion.

Maybe it's because most of the big family went to the Lantern Festival, so there weren't many people left inside, and most of these rooms were dim.

And now, there are still bright lights, but Devil May Cry always feels that there is some danger there, so he didn't investigate.

But now it appears that most of the abducted children are there.

"Master, the medicine primer is ready. The old housekeeper in his 50s walked in the door with his waist bent and said slowly.

In the room, the man who was called the old man was half-lying on the bed, and was being served by a maid.

He sat up with difficulty and said, "Help me up." ”

The maid helped him and sat him on the edge of the bed, then knelt down again and put on his shoes.

The housekeeper hurriedly picked up a coat, draped it on the master, and said with concern: "Master, be careful of catching a cold." ”

The old man patted the butler's hand: "Old Jiang, how long have you been with me?" ”

The housekeeper showed a look of memory and said with emotion: "It's been 39 years. ”

"It's been 39 years!" the old man's ravine-ravine face had a complicated expression: "It's just a flash, and it's over." ”

The housekeeper and the maid worked together to help the old man up, and the three of them walked out slowly.

In the courtyard, more than a dozen family members guarded the surroundings with weapons, and even people stood on the roof, in the middle of the courtyard, a table was placed as an altar, and a crane-haired Taoist stood in front of the altar, holding a strange ghost-headed dagger in his hand.

On the altar, candles are lit, and tablets, rune paper, tortoise shells, copper coins, and bowls filled with blood are placed.

Opposite the altar, there was a cage in which a group of children were sleeping.

The Taoist priest recited words, occasionally grabbed a handful of rice, and shook it casually, emitting a flame.

Then he grabbed another handful of runes, dipped them into the blood bowl, and then walked around the altar and pasted the blood-soaked runes to the cage.

The housekeeper and the maid walked over with the trembling old man, the housekeeper was expressionless, and the girl lowered her head, trembling all over, and did not dare to look.

The old man was excited and asked, "Daoist, what's wrong?"

The man didn't answer at first, raised the dagger and cut the palm of his hand, sprinkled the blood in his hand into the cage, and then turned his head to look at the old man: "The 12 boys and girls are all in place, Master Qian, there is only one last step left, and if you complete this step, you will live for 12 years." ”

It turned out that this old man's surname was Qian.

Master Qian was very excited when he heard this, and said again and again: "12 years, enough, enough." ”

He asked this Taoist again: "Dare to ask the Taoist, what does this official want to do." ”

It turned out that this old man Qian was still an official.

The Taoist said, "Come forward." ”

So saying, he poured a bowl of blood on the altar, then lit the talisman paper, spread it all on the altar, sprinkled copper coins, and said, "Lie down!"

"Ah!" Old Man Qian looked at the fire on the altar, and hesitated in his heart.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine. ”

Master Qian thought about it, there were domestic servants he raised around, if this Taoist dared to be a demon, he would be cut into meat sauce by these people, so he put his mind at ease.

But even so, he didn't dare to lie down directly, he tried it with his hands first, and it was really not hot, so he lay down.

And those fires surrounded him in an instant, but they didn't hurt him at all.

"Sir!" cried the butler in an anxious whisper.

Master Qian waved his hand, signaling that he was fine.

The crane-haired and childish Taoist rolled up his sleeves and said to those family members: "Come and help two people, the poor Dao is going to take his heart." ”

Two housekeepers came over, and just as they were about to open the cage, there was a noise overhead, and one fell from the roof and hit the ground with a "bang".

"Ah!" the maid exclaimed, and turned back and hid into the house.

On the roof, the tiles were clattered by the foot.

Then, two dark shadows staggered.

Blood burst out, and a dark shadow rolled down.

Bang!

Look at the corpse on the ground, it's another family member.

The surrounding family members rushed over and gathered around the altar.

Some of the housekeepers climbed up on the roof and besieged the man on the roof.

I saw the light of the knife flash, and everyone who fought with him was cut down to the ground before he could hold it up.

Some resisted with swords, but they were cut in two with their weapons.

After killing five people in one go, the mysterious man poked his toes into the tile, and as soon as he lifted his foot, the tiles flew and the family was hit, screaming and falling from the roof.

The gate was slammed open, and another group of servants rushed in with weapons, some protecting the altar and some climbing up.

The butler grabbed one of the housekeepers and shouted, "Shoot, shoot him with an arrow." ”

Jia Ding hesitated: "However, there are our people up there." ”

With a "snap", the housekeeper first gave him a slap, and then shouted with a distorted face: "I tell you to shoot!"

Jia Ding covered his face, the anger in his eyes couldn't be stopped, and finally shouted to a few people next to him: "Shoot!"

The housekeepers bent their bows and arrows, and "swished" straight to the roof.

The black arrow shaft and white arrow feathers turned into white shadows in the shaking firelight, and disappeared into the darkness.

There were constant screams, arrows falling from rooftops and falling to the ground, screaming loudly or moaning in low voices.

And the man on the roof, who was very cunning, smashed the tiles with one foot, and stepped on the roof through a big hole, and fell.

There was a tumult in the house, and then the bodies of the two family members who had fallen with him broke through the window and were thrown into the courtyard and lay down.

"Keep shooting, don't stop!" the butler jumped up and down, pointing to the room.

The arrows "swished" through the window, and there were constantly arrows shooting on the wood, making a sound of "grabbing", and they were connected.

A little cold light flashed, and a family member who was shooting an arrow was put down by an arrow, fell to the ground and clutched his neck vigorously, and blood rushed between his fingers.

The leader yelled: "He only has one ......"

Before the words fell, the arrow in the center of his eyebrows fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the housekeeper took Master Qian off the altar, and the Taoist priest kicked over the table that served as the altar, turned the table sideways, and the three of them shrank back.

The mysterious person in the house is the ghost crying.

He snapped off an arrow, aimed at another man, and threw it out.

With a "whoosh", the man was knocked over by an arrow, lying on the ground and crawling frantically to the side.

Eventually, the group broke down and scattered, fleeing in all directions in search of cover.