[Quick wear] The sticky essence of the blackened male supporting role

Luo Ning lay on the soft quilt, feeling the softness around his face, he turned over comfortably, suddenly realized something, and sat up suddenly.

Looking around in panic, the moonlight came through, and it was a room he was familiar with.

How did he come back?

Who brought him back?

Question marks popped up in Luo Ning's mind, he obviously fainted from fright in the old house.

Luo Ning rubbed his head, unable to figure out how he left the old house, could it be that he came back from the teleportation tunnel at the moment he passed out.

That ghostly head in the old house left a shadow on him, as long as he recalled it, he couldn't help but get hairy all over his body.

Luo Ning got out of bed quickly, lit a few lamps, and slowly warmed up all over her body.

This night, the moonlight was very bright, pale, and when it was approaching the early morning, the silence in the mansion was broken by a rush of footsteps.

The third young master of the Duan family died, and the stench burst through the door. The skin of the third young master was tightly wrapped around the bones, stiff and strange, and the bones were strangled out by the skin, his skin was black and blue, and the blood in his whole body seemed to be drained. .

The people who went in and saw them were all startled, their thighs were shaking, and the servants didn't dare to touch the third young master, pinching their noses, they had no choice but to clean up the corpse.

Master Duan's face was pale, his lips were trembling, his eyes were red, and his spirit was on the verge of collapse.

He wanted to touch the third young master, but he didn't dare to do it.

This is his son. Once the third son leaves, he will only have one son left.

That beast is going to destroy Duan's family!

The pain of bereavement and fear were intertwined, making Master Duan almost breathless in pain.

What he was more worried about was whether it would be his turn next.

Leaning on crutches with difficulty, he turned his head coldly, and slapped the Taoist priest hard on the face.

Son of a bitch!

How dare you lie to him!

"Didn't you say it's all right? The ritual has been done and the money has been given to you. This is what you said you can sit back and relax?!"

The Taoist priest was also very puzzled, his face ached from Master Duan's slap, and he lowered his head in resentment and humiliation. He was also very surprised that he had found a scapegoat. The third young master should have nothing to do.

The Taoist said annoyedly: "Master Duan, I didn't say that method would definitely work."

"Li Gui is not so easy to deal with, it is more difficult to deal with than I imagined."

"If you think I'm useless, I'll leave right away and stay in your residence. I'm afraid I might be in danger."

Master Duan was choked, his fingers were trembling, he paid new money, this Taoist priest was so rude, but right now he can't find someone useful elsewhere, so he can only endure it.

Watching the third son being carried out, Master Duan was so suffocated that he couldn't breathe, and there was astonishing hatred in his cloudy eyes.

His previous greed left so many hidden dangers.

If it wasn't impossible, he would have wished to crush that animal to ashes.

Luo Ning stood far away by the corridor, Duan Hanchuan took revenge on the third young master?

What is this mansion hiding?

After the third young master's coffin was placed in the lobby, he saw Master Duan and the housekeeper leave.

Luo Ning pondered for a while, if Master Duan did something wrong and saw the misery of the third young master, now should be the most flustered time, and he might reveal some information when talking to the housekeeper.

Taking advantage of no one's attention, Luo Ning followed, and Master Duan sent the people at the door away. When no one was watching outside, Luo Ning stood by the window.

The housekeeper hurriedly asked: "Master, what should we do in the future?"

Master Duan closed his eyes, "This is the end of the matter, it seems that the evildoer will not die with me forever, for the sake of the Duan family, I can only leave Yecheng."

All the industries are in Yecheng, and the ancestors have been rooted here for generations. Now it is necessary to leave their hometown and start anew, which is undoubtedly traumatic for Master Duan.

He regards money and power more than anything else, and now everything has to be abandoned, and his heart is bleeding from pain, but there is no way out of this situation, he can't get rid of the ghost, so he can only dodge.

The butler fell silent, feeling that things were not that easy, and asked in a low voice: "Do you think the young master will let us leave smoothly?"

Master Duan's expression changed immediately, his brows were tightly frowned, the wrinkles on his face were almost crowded together, the other party deliberately wanted revenge, how could he let them go, Master Duan's expression was full of resentment and despair, and his voice was hoarse: " Otherwise, what can be done, all methods have been exhausted, and I can't stay and wait for death."

"Let that Taoist follow behind, as long as there is a way to survive, try."

Master Duan was full of vigor in the business field. He hadn't enjoyed enough of that kind of glory days. He never thought that he would fall into such a mess, and the more he thought about it, the more he regretted it.

"At any rate, I have raised him for more than ten years. I don't lack him for food and clothing. The gift of fertility is there. He dared to push me to a desperate situation. He really is a wolf-hearted thing. I didn't kill him on purpose. I was also punished. Deceived, the third aunt is also dead, what else is he going to do."

"If I had known today, I should have strangled that evil obstacle to death as soon as it was born."

The housekeeper responded: "If it wasn't for the third aunt who fabricated lies and slandered the young master as not your own son, our Duan family would not have been hated. The master was implicated by a woman in the back house."

Master Duan said bitterly: "I can't help it. If I kill him, I will regret it. He will die as soon as he dies. Why is he still unwilling to leave? The revenge has been avenged. Third Aunt's death is not enough."

Luo Ning didn't pay attention to the complaints of those two people. He stood outside, his hands and feet were cold, and the coldness rushed up from the soles of his feet.

From the information he collected, as well as Mr. Duan's conversation, he almost pieced together the whole process.

Duan Hanchuan is the eldest son of Master Duan, who was born to his unloved original spouse. Master Duan is even more partial to the children born to his concubine. The unborn child can climb on his head at any time.

Duan Hanchuan is physically weak, but smart and sensitive. He has always been praised in school. When he grew up, he invented a new technique of dyeing cloth, and his articles were published in newspapers.

The Duan family made their fortunes from fabrics. Duan Hanchuan's ability has obviously made the concubines and other young masters jealous. From the previous targeting and oppression, to the fact that they can't tolerate any sand, they are afraid that Duan Hanchuan will get the Duan family. The third aunt used a trick to slander Duan Hanchuan that he was not Master Duan's own.

Master Duan was furious and felt that the existence of Duan Hanchuan was a humiliation and a proof of his embarrassment, so when Duan Hanchuan was ill, he killed Duan Hanchuan to fake the illusion that Duan Hanchuan died of illness.

Later, Master Duan heard about a secret method, using the dead blood to nail the corpse into the coffin with 81 nails.

It's just that no one could have expected that Duan Hanchuan would turn into a ghost and come back to take revenge.

Luo Ning pinched her palm tightly, the pain in her hand spread out, and she couldn't restrain the anger in her heart.

No one in Duan's mansion is clean, especially Master Duan.

Duan Hanchuan was his own son, how could he kill his own son so heartlessly without any guilt, not to mention killing Duan Hanchuan's life, and let Duan Hanchuan have no peace after death, squeezed clean.

Thinking about it, you know how painful it will be when the corpse is nailed in the coffin.

Master Duan still doesn't feel that he is wrong, but now he is using dirty words to insult him, and he even wants to kill Duan Hanchuan completely. This kind of person is a real beast.

It doesn't deserve to live at all.

Duan Hanchuan came back to take revenge, they deserved it.

Luo Ning bit his lip, and the smell of blood wafted from his mouth. When he heard footsteps behind him, he returned to his room.

The body was still trembling slightly, and some couldn't recover, the truth turned out to be like this.

What is he going to do next, pay respects and arrest Master Duan?

But why, Duan Hanchuan hates so much, why would he interfere in Duan Hanchuan's revenge.

The only thing he was worried about was whether Duan Hanchuan's revenge would be harmful. The more killings Li Gui had in his hands, the more uncomfortable he would be. What if a capable Taoist priest jumped out one day.

Luo Ning thought a lot, went out, found the Taoist priest of the Duan family, and used Duan Hanchuan's corpse to do things to enhance the luck of the Duan family. Thinking about it, something is wrong, what are those nails for?

On the other side, Master Duan was also discussing with the butler. His third son was gone, but he was living well for the dead ghost. It didn't make sense.

Since the dead ghost should have died instead of his son, and now that he survived by luck, he should be buried with his third son.

That way, his son won't be alone.

Mr. Duan can't care about the trouble of killing people. Now that he is tortured to the point of collapse, using this method to relieve the hatred in his heart, he even feels slightly happy.

That scapegoat was still the same as Duan Hanchuan, always skinny and wearing a white dress, which was an eyesore for him to look at. He couldn't do anything to Duan Hanchuan, but it was feasible to transfer his hatred to the scapegoat.

He was going crazy, always trying to find some comfort.

It just so happened that another person died in the mansion this time, and many servants resigned from their jobs. It is not easy to find out what they have done.

In the dead of night, the butler went out with the drug and a sharp dagger in his pocket.

Walking on the corridor, the footsteps made a slight sound, and the butler was thinking about what to do next, how to do it so that the small account room would not make the slightest sound.

The lanterns hanging in the corridor were fluttering gently, and the cold night wind blew in, making the lanterns shake even more violently.

The housekeeper suddenly stopped in his tracks. He didn't pay attention to the matter just now, but now he suddenly realizes that he hasn't reached the room of the cash register after walking for so long?

Is this way that far?

A drop of cold sweat slid down the butler's forehead, and his heart beat so fast that it seemed to jump out of his throat. He said silently in his heart, it must be his illusion, he must be walking too slowly.

So the butler quickened his pace, but the corridor seemed to be very, very long, and he couldn't finish it for a long time.

The butler couldn't help but panicked, gasping for breath, with more and more cold sweat on his forehead, he ran quickly.