"Sounds interesting. Taking out a spare ashtray from under the coffee table, Ding Xiaofan directly extinguished the remaining half of the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray, "Anyway, let's talk about it at night, even if he really came to retaliate, it doesn't matter." ”

So in this way, at seven o'clock in the evening, leaving the doctor to see the family in the office, Ding Xiaofan and Shen Xiaolang drove their newly bought motorcycle to No. 18 Huaijiang Road.

"Isn't the time agreed in the letter of entrustment half past seven? It's only ten past seven now, why are we here so early?" Parking the motorcycle in the parking space in front of a convenience store, Shen Xiaolang asked with a puzzled face.

Hearing this, Ding Xiaofan took out two cigarettes from the cigarette case, lit one for himself and handed it to Shen Xiaolang, "Don't you suspect that the ghost named Zhao Qingtian came to you for revenge?"

After that, Ding Xiaofan spat out a thick smoke ring at the red light.

"What do you mean...... That's right, if the client is not a ghost, then there will be no magnetic field chaos near the agreed place. Even if there were, it shouldn't be too obvious. ”

Hearing Ding Xiaofan's words, Shen Xiaolang suddenly took out the compass from the black cloth bag and began to inspect the surrounding environment.

However, the results displayed on the compass made Shen Xiaolang even more puzzled. Because after going around the crossroads, the hands on the compass first rotated forty-five degrees counterclockwise, and then stayed where they were.

"Strange, what's going on?" Seeing this, Shen Xiaolang had no choice but to use his hand to turn the pointer on the compass back to its original position and put it back into the cloth bag.

"You two are Mr. Ding Xiaofan and Mr. Shen Xiaolang from the ordinary office, I didn't expect you to come so early. ”

As soon as the words fell, a middle-aged man who was about 1.75 meters tall and looked like a mourning costume in pure black slowly walked towards Ding Xiaofan and Shen Xiaolang from the opposite side of the crossroads.

As soon as he came to the two of them, the middle-aged man smiled and said, "Introduce yourself, the contemptible person's name is Black Crow, and he is Mr. Zhao Qingtian's agent." ”

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere between the three of them suddenly became tense.

Not only that, although the middle-aged man who claimed to be a black crow had a kind smile on his face, Ding Xiaofan and Shen Xiaolang could clearly feel a cold murderous aura emanating from his body, or a strong aura of death.

"It turns out that you are the boss of those gangsters! I think it's not Zhao Qingtian who wants to find us, but yourself. ”

Glancing at the black crow standing in front of him, Ding Xiaofan asked in a hostile tone.

Facing Ding Xiaofan's questioning, the black crow just said indifferently, "I'm sorry, I think you must have misunderstood somewhere, because I have never been in contact with the kind of person you said." He walked towards the convenience store behind Ding Xiaofan.

Coming to the door of the convenience store, the black crow suddenly turned around, "Let's go, Mr. Zhao Qingtian is still waiting for the two of you at home." ”

With that, the crow walked into the ...... first Inside and out, it's all designed in an ancient style?!

"Was this attic originally here?Where did the convenience store go just now?Could it be that I remembered it wrong?" After muttering to himself, Ding Xiaofan walked into the attic that appeared out of thin air so inexplicably.

Seeing that Ding Xiaofan's figure gradually disappeared into the lights of the attic, Shen Xiaolang, who had the same idea, had no choice but to hurriedly chase after him.

But at the moment when the two of them walked into the attic one after another, a gust of wind suddenly blew. At the same time, the whole attic floated like a wave, as if it were a painting in mid-air.

"Are you really sure that you won't be discovered by them?" After Ding Xiaofan and Shen Xiaolang all entered the attic, a translucent shadow suddenly appeared at the door of the convenience store.

Then, under the illumination of the street lamp, the shadow gradually became clear, and finally changed to two figures, a man and a woman, standing in front of the convenience store.

"Don't worry, Miss Bai, one of them is the power of the demon's contract, the other is the mana of the immortal cultivator, and my ability is three different dimensions. So, it was impossible for them to perceive the fluctuations in the Water Moon Painting's abilities. ”

After that, a Chinese man wearing a silver casual suit and a single-lens heat-sensor-like scanner in his right eye, who could not see his face or age clearly, threw a thumb-sized silver coin into the painting hanging in front of the convenience store.

But if you look closely, you can see that the coin has a human figure that looks like it has been frozen in ice, and it is shivering.

Hearing the man's words, another girl wearing a pure white bandeau and a short skirt nodded and said, "Very good, the boss will also come over today, whether you can sit in the position of the leader of the phantom team depends on your performance." ”

I saw that the girl in white had a slender figure and white and delicate skin, and she also wore a white collar with the night pearl as an ornament around her neck.

In addition, the girl in white also looks extremely delicate, and her straight hair hangs down like black silk.

Here, the man in casual clothes and the girl in white were watching the changes in the attic painted with great interest, and even a middle-aged man in a green suit next to him did not notice it at all.

On the other side, under the leadership of the black crow, Ding Xiaofan and Shen Xiaolang had already walked on a corridor that seemed to be only tens of meters long for more than half an hour. Of course, in the real world outside the picture, less than five minutes have passed.

"How long are you going to take us in circles?" Tell me, what is the real purpose of coming to us!" Walking to a half-open wooden door, Ding Xiaofan suddenly stopped.

Although the decoration here is exquisite, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is carved beams and paintings. Even the surrounding furniture and ornaments are antique, full of the charm of literati and scholars.

But for half an hour, he still couldn't reach the end of this corridor, and a mahogany incense case placed at the end of the corridor was always clearly visible, as if it were close at hand.

Encountering such an obvious strange phenomenon, I am afraid that anyone will suspect that the people who brought them to such a place have a conspiracy. What's more, an unpredictable guy like Ding Xiaofan, who specializes in pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

Hearing this, the black crow did not answer Ding Xiaofan's question, but walked directly through the wooden door and closed the door.

When the wooden door opened again, the two of them could no longer see the crow. It's as if he was a character imagined by Ding Xiaofan and Shen Xiaolang, and he didn't exist from the beginning.

"Black crow, where the fuck are you going, get out of here! Lao Tzu doesn't have time to play hide and seek with you, black crow!" Realizing that something was wrong, Ding Xiaofan quickly chased after the corner not far behind the wooden door.

"Xiao Fan, wait for me! This is an enchantment, be careful of the other party's trap. Seeing this, Shen Xiaolang hurriedly took out the compass and followed closely behind Ding Xiaofan.

But even though there was only one corridor in the attic that ran through the entire floor, no matter how desperately the two chased after them, they couldn't even see the shadow of the crow.

After about ten minutes, the exhausted Ding Xiaofan stopped panting next to a bookshelf full of antiques. At this time, Shen Xiaolang was even more weak and lay directly on the ground not far away.

However, unlike last time, although only ten minutes had passed in the attic this time, a full hour had already passed in the real world.

"Strange, isn't this the door just now?" After recovering a little strength, Shen Xiaolang got up from the ground.

"yes, this bookshelf too. It looks like we've been going around in circles all along. Looking at the bookshelf beside him that he had seen dozens of times, Ding Xiaofan sighed helplessly.

But just as the two were looking for the exit of the attic, they only heard a "whew!", and a cold and biting wind suddenly blew in the corridor.

This gust of wind is very weird, since it blew, it has been hovering around Ding Xiaofan and Shen Xiaolang as if it was alive.

Immediately afterwards, all the lamps or candles in the attic, as long as they were glowing, all became flickering and dimming, exactly like the scenes used in horror movies to enhance the atmosphere.

Not only the lights, but as the wind blew harder, a low sigh came from nowhere.

"I'm so cold, Shen Xiaolang...... Shen Xiaolang!" The voice of a middle-aged man who seemed to be far away and seemed to be very close, and sounded like a middle-aged man, suddenly sounded, and kept echoing in the attic.

"Were you calling me just now?" Hearing the ethereal voice in mid-air, Shen Xiaolang looked around with a suspicious face.

But before Ding Xiaofan could answer, a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe suddenly appeared in front of the two.

I saw that the middle-aged man's feet did not touch the ground, his eyes were scattered, and his body was covered with a thick layer of frost. In addition, his mouth was still open and closed, as if he wanted to tell Ding Xiaofan and Shen Xiaolang something.

"Zhao Qingtian, it's really you!What do you want to do!" With the help of the flickering lights, Shen Xiaolang finally saw the true face of this middle-aged male ghost and recognized the identity of this ghost.

"It's so cold, I'm so miserable!Please, kill me, kill me!" As if he hadn't heard Shen Xiaolang's words, Zhao Qingtian's ghost muttered in a muttered voice, "Don't come here, go quickly!"

As he spoke, Zhao Qingtian's mouth, nose, and even ears and eyes were all flowing with cold air, like mercury-like mucus. It wasn't long before the slime covered his entire face, and he couldn't make any more sounds.

However, just as the two of them were about to ask him where the black crow had gone and how he had left the attic, Zhao Qingtian, whose face had been melted into a cloud of translucent slime, suddenly took out two charms emitting black smoke and shot them at Ding Xiaofan and Shen Xiaolang.

The moment the spell flew towards the two of them, Zhao Qingtian's right hand was not idle. As soon as he flipped his palm, two puffs of black smoke immediately converged on his palm, and gradually turned into a black skeleton the size of a fist.

This story is pure fiction and will be continued