Even if he has this ability, he only dares to use it when the Dragon King is away and there are no tigers in the mountains.

The other thing is that it’s a bad taste.

If a person kills, he will be killed.

If you throw it into a deep mountain and old forest, can the devil find it or God know?

He prefers not to.

He had to keep the soul of the real county magistrate in his body, and then use the art of transformation to turn it into a pet, and then carry it around the city in a grand manner.

Chen Yang thought about what he and the other government officials who had a wrong look had learned about the situation when Gao Ming was vomiting, shook his head and sighed:

"Your real county magistrate, I'm afraid you don't even know that he is dead."

As soon as Chen Yang finished speaking, Gao Ming's curiosity aroused, and he suppressed the thought of vomiting, and looked at Chen Yang with searching eyes.

"Didn't you say that it is a natural relative? But as long as the magistrate is not around, it will be bumped and moaned non-stop."

Gao Ming nodded. If it wasn't because of this, he wouldn't be tricked.

Chen Yang continued: "It's not a relative, it's not trying to please Heng Hengji. It's clearly asking for help."

"It's just that you didn't expect it."

As soon as he said these words, the expressions of Gao Ming and the policemen who came over to listen to them changed instantly.

is not that right?

Before today, it was not a corpse, it was alive and kicking. The big demon pretending to be the county magistrate wouldn't bother to find another pet soul to penetrate it, right?

Occupying the bodies of other living beings is never a simple matter.

If it is your own, it will be much easier.

Even if it turns into a piglet.

Everyone turned over the events of the past few days in their minds several times, and then looked at the body in the dog cage, and couldn't help but feel sympathy in their eyes.

What Chen Yang said makes perfect sense.

The real magistrate had died no less than ten days ago, but he didn't know it. He just thought he had been turned into a pet piglet and was being held in the arms of an enemy who turned into himself.

It had no choice. It couldn't write with pig hooves, and it could only make pig grunting sounds. It couldn't speak, so it could only keep "talking" to everyone it came into contact with, trying to attract attention and get rescued.

Chen Yang could even think that in the past few days, it had tried to draw characters on the ground with its hooves countless times, and used actions countless times to get people in the Yamen to take it away, or to report it to the Qintian Prison.

However, Chen Yang had no way of knowing whether it was someone from the yamen who didn't think about it at all, or whether he saw it but didn't take it seriously. In short, in everyone's eyes, it was just a pet pig of a relative.

It wasn't until last night that the incarnation of the "Zhu Family" escaped, perhaps due to distance restrictions or because the spell's time limit had expired. Only then did the poor real magistrate reveal his prototype.

At the same time, I discovered that I was already dead, and then I was really dead.

"awful!"

Chen Yang and Gao Ming looked at each other and spoke in unison.

What a miserable old man.

"Let it be laid to rest."

Chen Yang shook his head and said.

Gao Ming silently went to tell someone to do it.

Chen Yang broke off a rose in the back garden and sniffed it gently between his nose.

He didn't smell any floral fragrance, only the smell of corpse stench lingered in the air.

No one noticed that the icy cold light was overflowing little by little in Chen Yang's eyes.

"It seems that what's inside that bullshit bronze door and the silver door is more than just a display of ideas."

"The Kingdom of Ten Thousand Monsters, huh, it's true that humans are inferior to demons, the true thinking of a great demon."
Chapter completed!