A crowd of mermaids poured in.

Zhao Rouge pursed his red lips and glanced at Wang Zhiheng with disgust: "Hey, I said, although we have no malicious intentions, you agree quickly, right?

"Yes, aren't you afraid that we have other plans and want to use you to do something?" Chu Tangtang also asked suspiciously.

Wang Zhiheng smiled abruptly: "I'm a waste, what can you do with me? I'm poor now, what can you do with me?"

The crowd was speechless.

Zhou Qiang laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "Dude, why bother to be presumptuous? You are still young, you have youth to squander, and there are many opportunities to rise in the future." I remember that there is an online novelist in your circle who invented a wise saying, which is very popular, called: Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty!"

"Those teenagers have infinite potential, but I ......" Wang Zhiheng's body was gloomy, there was a trace of death on his face, and his eyes were densely covered with haggard bloodshots, which showed that the whole person fell into extreme decadence and despair.

Zhou Qiang was a little surprised, because according to what Uncle Wei said, this Wang Zhiheng had just inherited 1 million cash from his uncle, and it was likely that there would be a follow-up inheritance. After all, most of a person's real inheritance is real estate, as well as savings and various collections, and cash is in the minority.

Therefore, Wang Zhiheng's life should have been completely rewritten by a huge inheritance!

Why did he have a sad face?

At this time, Wang Zhiheng showed a sloppy hospital test report, which solved everyone's doubts.

"According to the results of my morning test at the hospital, my ALS is terminally ill and will not be long in coming. Wang Zhiheng gritted his teeth and shook his head, "My family has been suffering from this disease, and it seems to be related to the genes in the DNA. It's like a haunting curse on our family! Now, it's finally my turn. ”

"In other words......" Zhou Qiang frowned, feeling a strange coincidence in his heart, "You just got the inheritance from your uncle, and then you fainted, and then you went to the hospital to detect advanced ALS?"

Such a small probability incident broke out in this young man named Wang Zhiheng, which made Zhou Qiang instinctively feel suspicious, and at the same time vigilant!

Coincidentally, this word is extremely sensitive to Zhou Qiang.

Could it be that the mastermind behind the manipulation of his life is now also targeting Wang Zhiheng?

As soon as he thought of this, Zhou Qiang's heart was awe-inspiring, and he stretched out his hand straightforwardly: "Mr. Wang Zhiheng, don't you suspect that there is a conspiracy in the coincidence?"

Wang Zhiheng was stunned, looked at him with a little doubt, and then shook his head into a rattle: "No, this strange gentleman, our family has had ALS for generations. Actually, when I was growing up, I also had mild signs of ALS, but I was too poor and I knew I couldn't afford the treatment, so I didn't go to the hospital for a check-up. Over the years, I've occasionally fainted and lost consciousness, so it's no surprise. ”

"I see...... Ai Ningxue's suspicions disappeared suddenly, and she sighed, "ALS is a real terminal disease, and with the current international medical standards, there is no effective cure. All patients are basically barely able to survive on drugs and equipment. Of course, if you have enough money, you can live for a long time. For example, Mr. Stephen Hawking, a well-known black hole physicist, is a patient of this disease, but he is also a best-selling author of popular science and earns a large amount of money, so he has always been able to get the best treatment. ”

"But I'm just a novelist on the streets, and I can only make ends meet with the manuscript fees. Wang Zhiheng's eyes were gloomy.

He coughed lightly, then his pupils constricted, as there was already blood foaming in his palm.

Hematemesis, which is one of the symbols of terminal illness, means that life is short.

Zhou Qiang took a deep breath, crossed his fingers, and his keen consciousness told him that this matter was by no means simple.

Therefore, Zhou Qiang simply stretched out his hand: "My name is Zhou Qiang, and I just bought this rough house that has not yet had time to be renovated, so I am your new landlord." When we meet for the first time, take care of them. ”

Wang Zhiheng also hurriedly stretched out his hand, showing a hint of flattery, after all, if you offend the landlord, it will be difficult to rent such a cheap and equipped suite with toilets and washrooms in other places, although it is a dilapidated house, but in fact, the interior is quite solid.

"Mr. Wang Zhiheng, if you trust me, you can bring me the will from your uncle. Zhou Qiang said calmly.

A will is the category of relics!

Then you can peek into the secrets of this will through the relict technique to see what its owner is trying to do.

"Okay. Wang Zhiheng smiled lightly, after all, the content of the will is undoubted, and it cannot be tampered with at all, not to mention that the strangers in front of him should not make things happen with it.

Soon, Wang Zhiheng walked to the desk, took out the folded will from a dictionary, and handed it to Zhou Qiang.

Zhou Qiang bowed his head and said seriously: "Where is there a quiet room, let me go in and study it alone, and you don't bother, so as not to interfere with my thoughts." ”

For Zhou Qiang's habit, except for Huang Wei, everyone is not surprised.

"Good. Although he felt strange, Wang Zhiheng still pointed to an empty room, "It is a place to store some building materials, and it is relatively quiet." ”

Zhou Qiang didn't say a word, immediately grabbed the will, walked into it quickly, and locked the door.

After 2 minutes.

After the relict technique was activated, Zhou Qiang smelled a strong smell of blood from the will!

In the haze, he saw a dying old man with a hideous smile on his face, holding a fountain pen and transcribing his will word by word, like an iron painting and silver hook.

What made Zhou Qiang's scalp tingle was that the old man was wearing a scarlet bloody clothes, countless mottled blood marks seemed to exude a strong fishy smell, and his two eyeballs were also weirdly scarlet, extremely terrifying and terrifying, and he didn't look like a living person at all.

While writing, he pouted with a joke and smirk, and said to himself: "My only blood relative is this little guy named Wang Zhiheng, he is my brother's son, who has been raised by me in captivity for 20 years, and now he can finally play an effect." His physical body should be a perfect match for my soul. I will be reborn in him!"

Then, when Zhou Qiang pricked up his ears and wanted to continue to hear the words of the blood-clothed old man clearly.

A strange scene has happened!

The old man who was writing a suicide note suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of Zhou Qiang, his eyes were strange and empty.

"Can he see me? Is he still alive?" Zhou Qiang was creepy, he instinctively ended the relic, and immediately woke up from that muddy state.

Then, he felt that his back was already wet with sweat, and his head was densely covered with countless beads of sweat.

"He must still be alive!" Zhou Qiang pondered for a moment what he saw and what he heard using the relic technique, then slammed open the door and stumbled towards Huang Wei, Wang Zhiheng, Ai Ningxue, Zhao Rouge, and Chu Tangtang who were still chatting.

And at this time.

Zhou Qiang saw that everyone's faces suddenly distorted, becoming pale and hideous, as if they were resurrected by fierce ghosts, and they all looked at him with creepy eyes, as if they wanted to devour someone.

"You ......" Zhou Qiang was shocked, he was almost frightened by the terrifying scene in front of him, after all, this kind of picture that can only be found in horror movies can really make people cry.

But at this moment, a thought suddenly flashed through Zhou Qiang's head: Yes!! isn't this nonsense? How can the pictures in horror movies appear in reality? Moreover, Uncle Wei, the feng shui master, is at the scene, why is there a haunted supernatural phenomenon?

What's more, this part of Shuanghammer Mountain has been deployed by Uncle Wei with a special formation, so it is even more unlikely that there will be a strange haunting.

It can't be reality......

In other words: I'm still in a state of relic, I'm still in a nightmare!

He took a deep breath, as the king of killers Q who had experienced countless terrifying incidents, Zhou Qiang quickly adjusted his mind, calmed all his emotional fluctuations, coldly squinted at all the weird faces in front of him, and then said indifferently: "You, are Wang Zhiheng's uncle?

Zhou Qiang, who wore the jade pendant from Chen Shengli around his neck, quickly touched the bypass, and according to Chen Shengli's remnant soul, it was inferred that Wang Zhiheng's uncle was not completely dead.

"You are very keen......" A vicissitudes of life and a cold voice came from the back of Zhou Qiang's head.

Zhou Qiang turned his head slowly, and saw a rickety old man in bloody clothes, looking at him coldly, his face was a little similar to Wang Zhiheng, it was simply a mold, and he knew that he was a blood relative at a glance.

"Get out of here, don't get in my way!" reminded the old man, with a thick warning in his voice.

Zhou Qiang smiled faintly, and said sarcastically: "If I don't stop you, won't Wang Zhiheng definitely die?" I said, you are also his uncle, and you can really do it, and you want to rob his body and occupy the magpie's nest!"

"What's the matter with you?!" said the old man, who was already quite impatient, "don't think that I can't help you. Now I, although I am in a pure soul state, I can easily manipulate Wang Zhiheng and kill you on the spot!"

"Your threat is too clumsy. Zhou Qiang smiled, "I know an S-class ability, after he died, the powerful three souls and seven spirits couldn't do what you said. So, who are you bluffing?"

The old man was dumbfounded.

He never expected that Zhou Qiang would be experienced in such a mysterious thing!

Therefore, his bluffing plan immediately failed.

"I ......" the old man wanted to continue to threaten.

However, Zhou Qiang was already lazily shouting: "Brother Chen Shengli, I have put your jade pendant in three spirit stones for recuperation these days, you should have absorbed enough energy, and it is time to wake up, right? I'm going to be killed by an old rascal, you have to help, right?"

As soon as the words fell.

I saw a slightly blurred figure appear in front of Zhou Qiang, with a bohemian smile on his face, and shrugged his shoulders boringly: "I said, Zhou Qiang, you are too crazy, aren't you? Your luck is really weird, I don't know whether to say that you have taken shit luck, or if you have fallen into blood mold for eighteen lifetimes, you actually bumped into the famous and notorious 'Blood Demon'!"

"Blood Demon?!" Zhou Qiang was stunned.

And immediately after, the blood-clothed old man's face changed greatly, as if he had been poked in the underbelly.