The devil is forced to open every day

At the end of summer on campus, the sun is still dazzling, and the leaves are green and cast mottled light.

"Even if you are willing to let go of everything and go as my believer, you don't know anything about my world." Lorraine's eyes were calm, and he took a sip of milk tea.

"The world you live in is civilized and orderly, with a convenient life and a stable environment, beautiful like a fairy tale.

I took another believer away because she has no nostalgia for this place, any beauty, in her eyes there is only devastation, but you are different. "

The soul in the glass bottle leaned close to the bottle, looking up at the boy next to him intently.

"If it's an ordinary person, I can use the blood of the gods to restore it to the body easily, but you are different. Your cultivation base and the blood of the beast make the procedure a little complicated." Luo Lan took the last sip of milk tea, The ground shook again.

The glass bottle was a little unstable on the chair, and the soul inside was shaken so that it could not stabilize its body. A slender hand pressed the bottle mouth, stabilized the bottle body, and brought the glass bottle to the eye.

"So, Minister Rong.

I don't like trouble. If there is a next time, if you don't have to do it yourself, I can help you and let you experience one hundred and eight ways to die. "

The man's soul sat at the bottom of the bottle, looked up at the facial features of the young man in front of him, tried to stand up, put his palm on the bottle, and gestured with his knuckle fingers.

Lorraine looked down and saw the man's middle finger and ring finger touching each other, making a heart shape.

Lorraine was silent for a moment, holding the glass bottle in his hand, shaking it vigorously a few times with a blank face, and putting it in his pocket.

The ground of Z Continent was still shaking from time to time. A few students who had been missing for a long time appeared in various places in the school with a dazed expression. They asked all kinds of questions and completely forgot what happened.

Things spread quickly, and many people flocked into Z University, taking pictures, taking pictures, and surveying. Lorraine quietly left Z University, and took a taxi to the former residence of the real five ghosts.

While on the road, the sky suddenly turned gloomy, and the closer it was to the real five ghosts' residence, the darker the sky became. The driver's car had goosebumps all over his body. After putting the boy down at the destination, he immediately kicked the accelerator and fled away.

The residence of the real five ghosts has been bought by Lorraine, and a magic circle has been set up to make the surrounding yin more intense, which is conducive to assisting the necromancer.

"Master~"

Before Lorraine could enter the door, a red fox rushed over, shaking its four big fluffy tails excitedly.

"I remember, I asked you to assist Wen Qiqi." Luo Lan stepped over the threshold and glanced at Hu Tuduo.

"My lord, Wen Qiqi was just learning the spell you gave her. She wanted to find a place to experiment, so she went out." The big red fox fawned and wiped the thin dust on the boy's shoe with his tail.

"Hmm." Lorraine entered the hall on the first floor of the self-built house, took out a glass bottle from his pocket, and placed it on the table.

"Master, what is this?" Hu Tuduo scrambled on the table with two paws, curiously looking at the translucent soul in the glass bottle, "Why does it look familiar?"

Lorraine glanced at the red fox, who stretched out its paws tentatively towards the glass bottle, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"This is Minister Rong."

"Minister Rong?" The red fox paused with its paws, and suddenly seemed to think of something, retracted its paws like an electric shock, tilted its head to take a closer look, and matched the appearance of the person in its mind.

"Lord, master, it's really him!"

Hu Tuduo raised his fox head and looked at Luo Lan carefully.

"Master, did he hit you with the demon hunting gun again? Do you want me to bite him to death?"

The translucent soul in the bottle looked at his hand, lowered his head and remained silent.

"No." Lorraine took out the two packs of dragon blood, "I want to revive him."

"Master, I understand." Hu Tuduo, who was a close bystander that night, was extremely happy, "This time, do you want to break two, no, three legs after he is resurrected!"

Lorraine looked at Hu Tuduo quietly.

The soul body in the bottle silently glanced at its own legs, and suddenly blushed.

"Aren't you going to fight?" Hu Tu shrank his head, scratched his furry fox ears with his paws, a little regretful, "Well, Minister Rong's legs are actually quite long, it's a pity not to pedal three rounds."

The door of the hall was blown open suddenly, and a gust of cold wind hit. The thick fox fur seemed to have no effect, and the biting coolness spread, making Hu Tuduo shiver.

"You go to Wen Qiqi." Luo Lan raised his hand and touched the fox's ears, "I have something to do, so don't come back tonight."

"Yes, Master." Hu Tuduo was very happy to be touched, and ran out of the house according to his words, following the breath left by Wen Qiqi, following her all the way.

Lorraine stood up, watched the red fox run away, then turned to look at the gate with an indifferent expression.

"Since you're here, please show up."

The soul in the bottle raised its head, followed the young man's eyes, and looked into the darkness.

A handsome man dressed in a navy blue cloak slowly appeared, with long hair and a cool, serious smile, a half-inch single horn on his forehead, and a dark air all over his body.

Rong Sishen's appearance was three points similar to that of the man, and the moment the soul in the bottle saw the man, he immediately saluted.

"Grandfather."

The man raised his hand and tapped to express his response, and stared at the young man in front of him with deep eyes, his eyes were unpredictable.

"Grandfather, my death has nothing to do with Lorraine!" Impatient, he raised his hand and smashed the glass bottle, "Loran still wants to resurrect me, he has no malicious intentions!"

Di Ting turned his head and looked at his grandson's soul.

"Do you think I can't see that you are a sacrifice?"

Soul breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm sorry, grandfather, it's all my fault."

"I think you are obsessed with obsession." Di Ting approached the soul bottle, frowning slightly.

"If it wasn't for the bloodline induction, how long are you going to hide from me and your mother?"

Soul's eyes drooped, unable to open his mouth.

"If it's an ordinary way of death, it's fine, but you insist on offering sacrifices, and so on, even I can't protect you!"

He listened to rebuke the soul, with anger in his brows.

"Grandfather, I... voluntarily." Soul raised his head, and couldn't help but look at the young man standing behind Di Ting.

When the family ethics drama came on stage, Lorraine stood aside, reached into his pocket, and found a matcha-flavored mochi dumpling.

"You still watch!" Di Ting moved angrily, blocking Rong Sishen's sight.

"Grandfather, how did you come up from the underworld?" Rong Sishen restrained the light in his eyes, "It seems that the gate of hell has not yet opened."

"Are you ashamed to ask me? If I don't come up, how long do you plan to make trouble?" Di Ting raised his hand in anger, waved his wide sleeve, and the glass bottle was instantly taken off the wooden table.

With a blank expression, Lorraine took a bite of the mochi dumpling.

When the glass bottle was about to touch the ground, a piece of tail was placed under the glass bottle, and the glass bottle was rolled up and put back on the table intact.

Putting his tail back into Di Ting's clothes, Di Ting glanced at the young man uncomfortably, never expecting that the young man had no intention of making a move at all.

"Go ahead." Lorraine finished eating the mochi dumplings in one bite, then turned and went upstairs, "I'm going to prepare things for resurrection."

Seeing the figure of the young man disappear, the man's cold aura dissipated immediately, his eyes were full of kindness, his hands were on the table, his face was close to the glass bottle, and he was very concerned, "My dear grandson, are you okay just now?"

"No, it's okay." Rong Si sat deeply in the glass bottle and touched his heart.

This is much more exciting than jumping off a building.

"He really didn't mean to save you at all just now." Di Ting flicked his tail a little uneasy, "It's not that grandpa said, I feel that you are hopeless."

Rong Si lowered his eyes deeply, pursed his lips and remained silent.

"What's so good about him, that you are willing to give up everything?" Di Ting had some pitiful grandson, who was tempted for the first time since he was a child, but it ended up like this.

"He is good everywhere, and he can't be better."

Rong Sishen looked in the direction where the boy left, his eyes lost, "But he just... doesn't like me at all."

"There must be a reason, right?" Di Ting touched his unicorn.

"I... hurt him and let him down." Rong Sishen's eyes were filled with desolation, "He didn't treat me like this in the first place, it was me who made mistakes again and again."

"Alas." Di Ting sighed, just about to say something, when he heard footsteps, he immediately straightened his back, returning to his previous cold appearance of not getting close to strangers.

"Tell me, how could you make such a mistake!" Di Ting pointed at the glass bottle with a stern voice, "Will you pursue people, will you fall in love, how can you hurt the person you like, won't your heart hurt? "

"I...didn't do it on purpose before." The soul in the bottle tried to explain, "I didn't recognize little Lorraine, I just don't forget, little Lorraine made me feel sinful, and I believed my senses, and I felt guilty for little Lorraine. All kinds of temptations..."

Hun Soul lowered his eyes sadly, "I was wrong."

Di Ting raised his eyes, "Speak louder, I can't hear you."

"I was wrong!" Soul raised his voice.

"Not sincere enough." Di Ting raised his eyebrows.

"I was wrong." The corners of Soul's eyes were moist, and the ghost's tears turned into wisps of blue smoke.

"If I were given another chance, I would throw away my senses and see that he was just a helpless child. I would take him to my house, buy him clothes, ask him if he was hungry, and give him a bag of eighteen. A dumpling of this shape, to prevent him from facing danger alone, and to stay by his side all the time...

I'll be with him through everything, I don't even need him to love me, I just need to be there for him and tell him I'm always there and he'll never be alone and never..."

"Things are ready." The young man came down from upstairs with a plastic basin in his hand, his face was indifferent, as if he hadn't heard anything just now, and he didn't mean to interrupt.

Di Ting looked at the plastic basin in the young man's hand, which was filled with bubbling red liquid and sprinkled with some strange-looking things, which was full of fishy smell.

A bit like……

Soak your feet.

"Using this, you can revive Si Shen?" Di Ting expressed doubts, isn't this a bit imprecise?

Lorraine didn't answer, took out the thermos cup, sprinkled the ash cake inside into the plastic basin, took out a red crystal, crushed it and sprinkled it into it.

The boiling in the basin became even more violent, and the boy finally stirred it casually with his fingers, and scraped off the sticky things on his hands by the side of the basin.

"If you can, you can put a little blood in." Lorraine looked at Di Ting, "This will ensure that his resurrected body still has your blood."

"No problem." Diting nodded, twisted her fingers lightly, and a few drops of blood fell into the basin.

Lorraine was about to stir, but suddenly he seemed to think of something and stopped the boy.

"If I add a little more of my blood, will there be more De Ting blood in Si Shen's resurrected body?"

"Yes." Lorraine nodded indifferently.

"Okay! I believe you!" Di Ting took a deep breath, cut his wrist without saying a word, and let his own blood drip into the plastic basin continuously.

One hand is not enough, Di Ting puts both hands together, but the healing ability of the beast is too strong, Di Ting thinks for a moment, takes off his boots, cuts his ankle, so that he can bleed more.

Lorraine waited quietly, her expression as usual.

It wasn't until Di Ting turned pale, leaning on the table with one hand, and got up staggeringly, unable to force the bleeding, that Di Ting gestured an "OK" gesture to the boy.

Lorraine stirred the plastic basin again, and then threw the glass bottle into the basin neatly. The glass melted quickly, and the moment the soul touched the liquid in the basin, it immediately merged into it.

"I forgot to tell you." Lorraine watched as the liquid in the basin began to solidify and turn into flesh and blood.

"What?" Di Ting felt a little vain.

"Excessive bleeding of beasts may cause atavism."