The blood-colored mist filled the entire kitchen almost instantly, sealing all the retreat of the ghost. After turning into a big net, it pressed the ghost from top to bottom until it covered the ghost on the ground.

The ghost seemed to be afraid of the blood and let the blood net spread and press it on the ground, but the ghost was obviously unwilling to surrender like this and began to struggle desperately.

The pot Ding reached out and pulled the scattered blood mist together, forming a layer of film, wrapping the ghost shadow inside. As the ghost shadow struggled, a hideous ghost face reflected through the blood.

The ghost under the blood was twisting and rolling, as if trying to form a ghost head, but the blood was tighter and tighter, and it did not give the ghost any chance at all. It emitted a hissing sound like a sulfuric acid corroding object, which made people's ears scrubbing.

Then the Butu Ding sneered, twisted some cinnabar, drew a circle around the blood, and then snapped his fingers. The layer of blood also broke through the sound. A faint and black shadow then swayed and condensed a more deformed grimace that had been corroded.

"Hehehehe...you will definitely die, Lord Ghost Face will not spare you."

The grimace made a miserable laugh, mixed with drops of blood and turbulent in the circle, as if looking for a way out, but he couldn't jump out of the circle.

"Ghost Face... Lord? Since that incident in Jiaqing City, there are still ghosts who dare to call themselves masters... Lord?"

The potting squatted down, stared at the face with his eyes tightly, and then reached out through the circle and pressed it against the ghost's forehead.

"I will only give you one chance. Where does that Ghost Face Lord come from?"

"Hehehehe..."

The face of the ghost did not speak, and he was also laughing in a panic, but the next second, the face of the ghost collapsed. In the blink of an eye, it seemed like a practice, and it was rolled onto the Ku Ding's hand. A row of sharp ghost teeth suddenly stretched out from the original mouth and bit directly at Ku Ding's wrist.

However, as soon as the face was bitten, it screamed on its own, as if black gas came out of Ku Ding's bitten wrist and drilled into the ghost's body. Then the ghost quickly became weak like a piece of scrap paper that had been kneaded into a ball of waste paper.

"How...how is it possible?"

The ghost shadow collapsed into the ground, and even the face could not condense. It was panicked, and it had no idea what it was facing, so it could only shrink into a ball and beg for mercy wildly.

"I said, I said...I said everything."

But Ku Ding stared at the ghost coldly, held it with both hands, and slowly clenched it.

"I said, I only gave you one chance, you missed it."

I saw the circle of the cinnabar painting suddenly dimmed. Then, the ghost inside seemed to be ignited by fire, and it burned almost instantly, and in a blink of an eye it was refined into a pool of black sauce.

The bastard reached out and sniffed the sauce, and he opened his mouth to suck it all down.

After doing all this, he stumbled his mouth, as if it was smelly, and he seemed not satisfied.

"Next time, let's change the way. It looks like dark food, it's really... not enough to squeeze the teeth."

Standing up, Ku Ding looked at the ghost handprints all over the room and thought for a while. Although these ghost handprints were spread all over the walls and seemed messy, there were still some regularities, spreading in one direction in the shadows. At this time, there was no more blood dripping from the faucet.

"When did the Unicorn Ghost Face appear? I've only been away for a few days... But I think it should taste good."

The puppets, who had already obtained the information he wanted, turned their eyes and returned to their original posture. They murmured themselves and walked out of the kitchen along the ghost handprint. He subconsciously glanced at the direction of the balcony floor-to-ceiling window, but the pair of red embroidered shoes were gone.

"It's really difficult to deal with the little ghosts. If there are too many, it's quite troublesome. It's not just about eating, nor is it not about not eating. On my own, Meng and that little brat are still lacking in dealing with ghosts. Old Qi still need to be trained, and Jin Li also needs a lot. Do you want me to train one by myself? Well... the one I met in the elevator seems good and should have some potential. Next time I meet, I'll catch it and train it."

I don’t know if it was because the Butcher Ding didn’t see it or if he didn’t care when he saw it. A shadow flashed by on the balcony and disappeared in an instant.

The cook Ding thought that the person had already walked through the living room and arrived in front of the door. The girl used melodious lines to outline the spring scenery on the white door. Beside the green lotus pond were weeping willows, which showed how young and active the girl was in her heart. It was a newborn, a symbol of germination, and an expectation for the future.

When I opened the door, a fragrance came to my face. The girl should have sprayed some perfumes in her room. Many people have this habit. Some perfumes help people sleep and can improve their mood. However, the chef smelled some disgusting fishy smell from this fragrance. This fishy smell was mixed in the fragrance. If you don’t smell it often, it is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish it.

"The smell of corpse oil? Yu Ya has been to Thailand? Or have anyone used some tricks on Yu Ya?"

The corpse oil that can be used in perfume is not obtained by simply melting the corpse. It requires some special processes and requires a very unique method. The process is extremely cumbersome and difficult to obtain raw materials. It is not something that ordinary people can make. What is circulating on the Internet that uses candlelight to burn the chin of a pregnant virgin woman to collect the remaining oil. If a certain sect knows about it, it will start a holy war, which is naturally not the correct way to make corpse oil.

Anyway, in general, the price of corpse oil perfume is extraordinary, and it can be said that it is really a fate to get it.

It is said that corpse oil perfume can make people gain love, but... the emotion of love can be obtained in many other ways, not to mention that the blessings that cannot be obtained are, and more importantly, corpse oil is not such a simple thing.

The Ku Ding didn't know that he could not get love, but he made a guarantee that he could see ghosts.

I am soaked in corpse oil all day long, let alone ghosts, there are monsters.

Besides, corpse oil is also oil. After being soaked in this thing for a long time, it is called oil-cured meat. It can be "eat" and the taste is very good. Ba Ding occasionally likes it very much.

"The smell is not very heavy. It seems that it has just been used for a while. If Yu Ya accidentally uses it, it would be fine. If someone gets trapped, her heart will be evil."

If you use this method to a girl, you will either be a person with a bad intention or have a different plan. Both cannot be ruled out. However, considering Yu Ya's disappearance, the latter is more likely. If you want to start, you must start with someone around Yu Ya.

"I'll go to her company tomorrow to see if the person who can get in touch with corpse oil is not clean. I have to ask Yu Wen, who Yu Ya has come into contact with recently."

After searching in the bedroom, I couldn't find the corpse oil perfume, and it was probably taken away. For the rest of the time, Ku Ding waited for Yu Wen to come back, and he still had some things to do. Still worried about not being able to find the latest chapter of the novel? Amway a public account: r/d/w/w444 or search hot/du/net/text. Here is a young lady who helps you find books and chats with you.
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