After Pretending to Be Weak and Falling Over, I Tore My Hands Apart in Public and It Was Weird

Late at night in Guidu, the sound of the rickshaw running over the bluestone shattered the melodious sound in the gramophone. Lin Xiaomo squatted on the eaves of the haunted house with half a bottle of wine. The moonlight filtered through the blood-stained window paper and shone on the body with nine silver wires around its neck and black blood oozing from its seven orifices. This was the third case of human sacrifice this month. What kind of bastard is the exorcist of the Three Orders pretending to be? A cold voice suddenly brushed behind his ears, Lin Xiaomo's hand shook, and the wine bottle clattered onto the tiles. When he turned around, he ran into a pair of ice-hardened eyes. The person who came was wearing a black long coat with a stand-up collar. It was Chen Changge, the living king of hell newly transferred from the Ministry of Punishment. She smiled crookedly: Is the officer investigating a case or me? But he directly pulled off the string of sandalwood beads from her wrist - the moment the beads cracked, three golden orders rose up, burning with dazzling light in the night sky. It turns out that this careless female bastard is the last descendant of the Mo family; it turns out that the compassionate Shen family business has cannibals locked in the cellar; it turns out that the bloody threads of all the murder cases of Tai Tian Deng are wrapped around the fingertips of the gentle and elegant third son of the Shen family who is always at charity parties. They have destroyed my entire Shen family, so I will use the blood of this capital to build a platform for the dead to die. Shen Qingming crushed the bronze lamp in his hand, and corpse oil mixed with ghostly cries poured out from the cracks in the ground. Lin Xiaomo picked up the Suppressing Evil Sword and saw from the corner of her eye that Chen Changge slapped the seal on the back of her heart: This time... I will protect you.