The Demon Lord Is Fleeing For His Life Again Today

fe in his hand.

        The two young men beside him were beating another man curled up on the ground with fury, hitting him violently, beating him to the point of screaming.

        Elder Guo was kneeling on the ground, crying and begging them to stop.
Elder Wang was standing by her side in a daze, his eyes suffused with incredulity.

        There was also a woman kneeling beside the man, crying and shouting.
Coupled with the incessant chatter of the spectators, the noise and all the voices stirred together, making Lou Muge feel a ringing in his ears.

        Just as he was sighing, another cry sounded around him.
He looked in puzzlement and saw that Chang Anning was crying with his face all reddened.
He looked wretched.

        “Why are you crying again? Is the one who died or the one who was beaten your relative?” he asked.

        “It must hurt to be beaten like that.” Chang Anning pointed to the man curled up on the ground and replied, “Didn’t you hear him screaming?”

        Lou Muge was full of doubts.
He rummaged through his clothes and found the fan that Ning Shaosi had given him earlier.
He pulled it out and waved it at the two men who were committing violence.

        The fan hit one of them.
The man staggered, but when he turned around, Lou Muge caught him.
The bell tied on the fan handle did not ring for a bit.

        The man turned back and roared, “Who are you?!”

        Lou Muge stepped out of the crowd.
The chilly shade on his face inexplicably frightened the people: “What skills do you have to torment a fool?”

        The one lying on the ground was Elder Guo’s foolish elder brother named Guo Chuangen, whose body was now painted with footprints.
He looked tragic, but but he looked better than the people around him.

        When the man saw that it was Lou Muge, he didn’t dare to cause any more trouble and pointed at Guo Chuangen, accusing angrily, “This foolish man killed my father! Why don’t you let me beat him?”

        Lou Muge raised his legs and walked to the corpse.
He looked down and saw that the dead man was none other than Uncle Zhao who had gone mad on the street the other day.
He hadn’t heard news of him after Zhang Rong restrained him.

        Half of his face was buried in a pool of blood, but a smile of satisfaction and happiness actually was on his face.

        Elder Guo darted forward and hugged Guo Chuangen, shouting, “My brother doesn’t know anything! Don’t you guys hit him!”

        The young man’s anger grew into hatred, and with it, he hated Elder Guo as well.
He lifted his foot and kicked her in the back.
He was about to kick the fool again when Elder Wang regained his senses and pushed him away.

        At this point, Elder Wang’s children also arrived.
When they saw their mother beaten, they were naturally angered.
The two families raised hell and were very noisy.

        Lou Muge forced them to shut up.
He squatted beside the man and reached out to probe him, but found that the man’s soul had disappeared, leaving only an empty shell.

        He stood up sullenly.

        Ning Shaosi approached calmly, and upon seeing the fan in his hand, he seemed rather delighted.
He stepped half a foot in the pool of blood and softly asked him, “What’s wrong?”

        “His soul is gone.” Lou Muge replied equally softly.

        The soul of a new human corpse would remain for 12 hours.
After leaving the body, it would enter the ghost path.
Only the underworld and practitioners could detect them.
However, Uncle Zhao had just died, but his soul had disappeared entirely.
It was obvious that someone had taken it away.

        Lou Muge scanned the surroundings but could not see anyone unusual.

        The two families were still pulling and arguing with each other, and while Lou Muge was distracted, Ning Shaosi suddenly tweaked the bell tied to the tip of his hair.

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