Sure enough, Fa Neng stood inside the door, his face gradually becoming ugly.

He was about to do something.

'Whew!'

Invisible energy fluctuations erupted in the darkness, and everything around them was pushed away, although it was evening at the moment, and there was still a little light outside the sky, but the room was dim, and the temperature plummeted more than once.

"Not good. ”

Zhang Yang's face turned grim and shouted, "Come out quickly!"

Before the words fell, a wave of energy swept in, flying away all the tables, chairs and benches, even the Master of Mana.

I saw that his whole legs were off the ground, as if he had been uprooted by a big tree, and slammed into the opposite wall, smashing a pit alive.

'Boom!'

Master Mana fell to the ground, blood gushing out of his mouth, and he muttered a few words:

"Yes, it's the little monk Meng Lang..."

After saying that, his head turned and he fainted.

"This, what should I do now?" Jiang Mengxue was stunned for a moment.

"Call 120. Zhang Yang shrugged, indicating that there was nothing he could do.

Soon, Fa Neng was carried away by the medical staff and sent to the People's Hospital for first aid measures, and after the surgeon's diagnosis, he had broken a few ribs and would not be in danger of life.

At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, Master Hidden Dragon personally came to the hospital, and after taking a look at the apprentice's condition, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Miss Jiang, please take the poor monk to the rumored haunted place." ”

The three of them returned to the door of the rented room again, the Hidden Dragon Mage looked inside the door, and Jiang Mengxue and Zhang Yang stood outside the door in unison.

With a 'snap', the Hidden Dragon Mage turned on the chandelier in the living room, looked around, and said in a deep voice: "The poor monk didn't feel the breath of ghosts, where is it?"

"Over in the bedroom. Jiang Mengxue pointed.

"Hmm. ”

The Hidden Dragon Mage nodded and strode into the bedroom.

'Whew-'

With a yin wind coming, the Hidden Dragon Mage's robe hunted and danced, and I saw him put one hand together, facing the yin wind, unmoved.

Just as the Hidden Dragon Mage entered the bedroom, the bedroom door was blown shut by the wind.

A moment later, a yin wind continued to whistle out from the crack in the door, and sometimes there was a golden light, apparently the Hidden Dragon Master had retrieved the pineapple wood Buddha bead and was fighting with the soul.

'Crackling'

After a series of movements, I heard the Hidden Dragon Mage wonder, "So this is your real body?"

"Volt!"

Soon, all the sounds died down, and the bedroom door opened again, revealing the figure of the Hidden Dragon Mage. His face was a little pale at this time, and there were a few signs of damage on his robe, only his eyes were shining, and he was a little less kind than before.

"Hidden Dragon Mage, how's it going?" Jiang Mengxue asked.

"The ghost has been ambushed. The Hidden Dragon Mage clasped his hands together and said lightly.

At this moment, something suddenly burst out of his sleeve, fell to the ground and shook itself a few times, and looked black, like a clay pot.

Zhang Yang frowned slightly, with the powerful perception of the immortal cultivator, he felt that this clay pot was very unusual, revealing a sense of evil, almost more powerful than the Imperial Ghost Flute.

So he asked, "This clay pot looks so special, what does it hold?"

"Hehe, this is a magic weapon of the poor monk. The dragon mage chuckled and picked up the clay pot.

"Really, what is this thing for?" Zhang Yang asked with a faint smile as if he were a curious baby.

To be honest, he was really puzzled, Master Zanglong, as a Buddhist monk, and had a magic weapon like pineapple wood Buddha beads, why did he carry a ghostly clay pot on his body?

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon.

Master Hidden Dragon looked at Zhang Yang, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he said lightly: "The Buddha said that you can't say it, you can't say it, and if you say it, it's wrong." ”

"You don't ask questions, is it polite? Jiang Mengxue stared at Zhang Yang reproachfully, then folded her hands and said reverently, "Thank you, Master Hidden Dragon." ”

The Hidden Dragon Mage smiled and said, "It is my duty to eliminate demons and defend the Dao, Miss Jiang is serious." ”

After speaking, the clay pot in his hand began to move restlessly again, and the Hidden Dragon Master held it in his hand and said, "It's not early, the poor monk will take his leave first." ”

The Hidden Dragon Mage took the clay pot and walked all the way away, until he couldn't see Zhang Yang and Jiang Mengxue, he sighed slightly, his eyes fell on the clay pot, as if admiring a work of art, and at the same time showed a faint smile on his face.

"It's dangerous, it's dangerous... I almost got you out..."

"Hehehe, with your unjust soul as a supplement, the poor monk is expected to enter the realm of cultivation!"

......

After the Hidden Dragon Mage left, Jiang Mengxue took her hand at this time and boldly walked into the house.

Normally, every time she stepped through this door, she could always feel the cold breath and the feeling of being spied on, but this time, she found that the temperature in the house was about the same as outside.

"Did you notice it, and the house was warm. Jiang Mengxue said with a look of surprise.

"Hmm. Zhang Yang nodded slightly.

But he thought to himself that the haunting in the house had been dealt with, and it was time to talk to the 'old friend'.

He took out the mobile phone in his pocket, found the number from yesterday and dialed it, only to be prompted with an empty number.

"Old fox..."Zhang Yang couldn't help but curse secretly.

At this time, Jiang Mengxue stood in the center of the living room, stretched out her arms, spun around twice, looked at Zhang Yang with beautiful eyes, and chuckled: "Do you remember what you said during the day?"

I saw an off-white windbreaker draped over her body, wrapping her beautiful figure, and matching it with black stockings, which was a unique temptation.

"Well, how can you forget this?" Zhang Yang smiled and put the phone back in his pocket.

He strode to the center of the living room, took Jiang Mengxue's slender jade hand, and pulled her into his arms, only to see Jiang Mengxue as gentle as a cat.

The next moment, her beautiful eyes gradually closed, as if she had turned into a relict and independent lily, just waiting for you to pick it.

"Come on..."

These two gentle and lingering characters aroused Zhang Yang's long-dormant desire, and he was about to stick to the other party's lips, when he suddenly found something, and his brows twisted slightly.

I saw a red dot reflected on Jiang Mengxue's face. To be precise, it was a red line, extending from Jiang Mengxue's face, through the window, to the opposite floor hundreds of meters away.

At the same time, more red dots shone in and fell on Zhang Yang and Jiang Mengxue.

"Huh?"

Jiang Mengxue, who hadn't waited for Zhang Yang's kiss for a long time, couldn't help but open her beautiful eyes, and when she saw him with a serious face, she couldn't help but wonder: "What's wrong?"

"No matter what happens, don't panic, let alone leave my side, you know?" Zhang Yang said in a low voice.

Jiang Mengxue nodded: "Hmm." It's weird, why do you have red spots on your face?"

"Hehe, that's a good question. A voice came from outside the door.

I saw a man in a black suit walking into the threshold, followed by two attendants, he looked at the two of them, and said with a smile: "Didn't disturb your Yaxing?"

Without waiting for the two to speak, he then looked at Zhang Yang with flirtatious eyes, and bowed slightly: "I want to thank you." ”

"Huh?" Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows.

I saw the man in black smile and said, "Thank you for killing Deputy Team Leader Chu and clearing the obstacles for me, and now I am the person in charge of the Nanjiang Branch." ”

"As my thanks, let you and your beloved woman rest here. ”

After speaking, his hand was put on the inside of the suit, Huo Ran took out a black pistol, and aimed the muzzle at Zhang Yang's head.

"Farewell. The man in black sneered and then pulled the trigger.

'Bang!'

With a thunderous bang, the muzzle sparks boiled, and a bullet flew out until Zhang Yang's eyes came.

"Ahh

And Zhang Yang's eyes were like torches, and a white qi burst out of his fingers, and with a 'bang', he hit the bullet in the air and flew the bullet out.

"Huh?" the man in black frowned.

'Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang'

I saw that he pulled the trigger one after another, and almost fired all the bullets in one second, and the accuracy of the bullets did not deviate too much, which shows his strong physical fitness, and even the recoil can resist.

'Wow Oooo

Zhang Yang's knuckles flicked, and almost in an instant, he flicked five bullets in a row, flying five oncoming bullets, and the other two bullets passed by him because of the deviation of the crosshair.

"Hehe, that's kind of interesting. The man in black smiled and continued:

"Then I'll see, how many bullets can you block at the same time, ten, a hundred, or a thousand?"

I saw him order to the gunman in the opposite tall building through the communication equipment:

"Full fire!"

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