582: C582 He Could Not Understand It!

C582 He Could Not Understand It!

It was really strange!

The purse was clearly at the door of Lu Qi's room, but why did it run into his room?

Mo Zhentian felt more and more confused.

"No, the master said that as long as I place the thing at the door of Lu Qi's room, everything will happen naturally. So, I must do this!"

As Mo Zhentian spoke, he placed the purse again.

But...

The purse returned to his room again.

"This... What is going on?"

Mo Zhentian was so anxious that he jumped.

He had lived for decades, but he had never seen such a strange thing!

What should he do next?

Mo Zhentian paced around in a dilemma for a long time.

Finally, he decided to knock on Lu Qi's door and personally put the purse in.

He didn't believe that it could run back again!

As Mo Zhentian thought about it, he tidied up his clothes and was about to leave.

But suddenly …

"Master, where are you going?"

A gentle voice.

Suddenly, a voice sounded in the air.

Mo Zhentian was startled and a cold feeling rose in his heart.

He remembered this voice … He remembered that it was the voice of a servant from his home.

That servant came from the countryside and was very young, only eighteen or nineteen years old.

But she was very beautiful.

After spending time with her, he fell in love with her and wanted to take her as his own.

However… this maid's personality was very unyielding. No matter how he tried to coerce her, she refused to listen.

In the end, Mo Zhentian was annoyed. After taking the maid, he locked her up in a room and started to beat her up.

The maid could not stand this torture and chose to hang herself.

However…

This maid had already died a long time ago. How could she suddenly make a sound now?

Mo Zhentian was trembling in fear. He did not know what to do for a moment.

"Old Master, didn't you say that you would treat me well for the rest of your life? Why aren't you even willing to look at me now?"2

The voice sounded again.

It was somewhat indistinct, as if it came from the door, or as if it came from behind him.

It also seemed… to have come from his palm.

Could it be…

Mo Zhentian seemed to have thought of something.

He lowered his head and looked at his palm.

He saw a lump of black smoke slowly floating out of the purse.

They gathered in the air, bit by bit, and finally condensed into a human figure.

"Old Master, didn't you say you liked me the most and wanted to keep looking at me? Why aren't you looking at me now?" The strand of smoke said sweetly.

As time passed, its body condensed more and more clearly.

Mo Zhentian was able to see its current appearance clearly.

Its face was covered in red stains.

Its hair was very long, and its long tongue drooped, dripping with sticky red stains.

"Ugh …" He subconsciously felt nauseous.

Ugly!

So f * cking ugly!

If he knew that the maid would become like this, he would never have had any thoughts about her!

"You actually dislike me?" Seeing Mo Zhentian's actions, the black smoke's emotions suddenly became agitated.

It was as if it was shaking, twitching violently on the spot.

"I … I didn't dislike you." Mo Zhentian cleared his throat and said against his will, "Since you still recognize me as your master, I want you to kill someone now. Do you want to go?"

Although he failed to put Lu Qi's purse into Lu Qi's room, that master had once said that ghosts and other things had very powerful killing abilities.

So, wasn't it the same to have ghosts help him do things?

"Heh!"

The black smoke seemed to scoff at his words and chuckled, "Who do you want me to kill?"

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