Late at night, Zhongnan Road has been quiet, and most of the small vendors in the shantytowns have closed their stalls, leaving only one or two barbecue stalls, and there are still customers in twos and threes.

"Turn in and get to the end."

Kang Menghu sat in the back seat of the crown car and showed the way to Zheng Fan, who was driving himself.

Although the shantytowns on Zhongnan Road are cluttered and the roads are not wide, it is still possible to enter by car late at night.

"Kong Ning, when we get to the place later, you and the tiger will carry the gifts." Zheng Fan took a deep breath, not sure what the result would be when he came to see Uncle Cao this time.

After driving on the side street for less than ten minutes, Zheng Fan found that there was no road ahead of him, and he was blocked by the wall.

"It's this alley, there used to be a few families living here, and there was a dry toilet, but now it's just me and Uncle Cao." Kang Menghu sat in the car and pointed to the dark alley.

"Why just the two of you?"

Kong Ning was quite sensitive, and asked the strong man huddled in the back seat.

"It seems that in the first two years, there were always people who died of illness, and then those who didn't die moved away, and the small bungalows in the yard were not worth much, and they were all bought by the lame old man." Kang Menghu is not very sure.

"Does Uncle Cao stay at home every day? Do not do things? ”

Zheng Fan lit a cigar in the car, still a little nervous.

"Usually the lame old man collects waste products and pours some medicinal materials, and his income is still very good." Kang Menghu talked about Cao Bo's livelihood without the slightest hesitation.

"This piece is estimated to be about to move, just occupying these bungalows, they are all good family backgrounds, I was worried that he would be difficult to live before, it seems that he is really worried!" Zheng Fan opened the car door and got down, with a playful sneer on his face.

Although there was a light bulb hanging outside the alley, the light could not shine too far, and watching Kong Ning and Kang Menghu take the gifts in the trunk, Zheng Fan entered the alley first.

The dark alley is not very long, and even at night, there is a pungent and unpleasant smell of swill.

"Follow me."

Afraid that Zheng Fan would encounter something buried, although Kang Menghu was unwilling to see the lame old man, he still took the initiative to lead the way.

As Kang Menghu said, there are a lot of waste products piled up in the yard, and the twisted steel bars and scrap iron are extremely messy, and you have to be careful when walking.

"I guess I haven't slept yet."

Turning right in the alley, he saw a light in a small bungalow inside, and Kang Menghu whispered a reminder to Zheng Fan.

"Is Uncle Cao here? We are colleagues of Kang Menghu, come and see your old man. Before Zheng Fan entered the door, he let go of his voice and shouted.

"The door is unlocked, just come in."

A slightly hoarse voice sounded in the house, and it made people's hearts tighten when they heard it in the middle of the night.

"Squeak!"

Zheng Fan pulled open the small wooden door of the bungalow, and his voice was very harsh.

"Don't you use electricity?"

As soon as he entered the bungalow, Zheng Fan smelled the smell of kerosene and saw the oil lamp lit on the table in the only room.

Even in the 90s, it was not new for the city to have shantytowns, but the bungalows were all electricity, and there were too few oil lamps.

The radio channel was not correct, there was a rustling sound in the room, and the small kitchen, which was barely standing against the wooden door, was still burning the fire with the stove, and the kettle sitting on it had already been opened.

Zheng Fan didn't bother with the boiling kettle, and motioned Kong Ning to open the door curtain and enter the house.

The light of the oil lamp was very poor, which made the not too spacious room feel dark, but Zheng Fan still saw the old man who was sitting on the bed with a leg missing.

"Tianhu, your name has been changed thoroughly enough, and now that you have grown a breath, you don't want to come back if you leave me a lame old man?" The old man wearing a pinch-nose monocle has a hoarse smile that makes people feel cold.

"How can it be, the tiger often mentions your old man to us, otherwise our two colleagues would not have taken the liberty to disturb us today." Looking at the old man's monocle, Zheng Fan always felt that he had the temperament and sense of a Westerner.

Because of the relationship between the stove and the ondol, in the summer, the room is really hot and breathless, compared to the sauna.

Unlike the dilapidated huts, the old man was missing a leg, but he was not a bag, his old clothes were cleanly washed, his skin was dry, and he did not even sweat a little.

"It's too much of a coincidence to call a colleague a stranger, boy, although I'm old, I'm not old and dizzy." The old man sitting on the kang gradually emitted a faint blue light from his eyes, like a ghost fire in the middle of the night.

"I can't hide anything from your old man, since you don't hide it, then I'll get straight to the point and tell you, I came here today to say hello to you and take Kang Menghu away." Stopping Kong Ning from stepping forward, Zheng Fan smiled at the old man and motioned for her and Kang Menghu to go out first.

"You can't protect yourself, do you still want to fight the idea of the Heavenly Tiger?"

Kang Menghu and Kong Ning had just gone out, and the old man's response made Zheng Fan couldn't help but be surprised.

"The old man laughed, I don't know how good it is now, why do you want to say that I can't protect myself, you don't want to do anything bad for me, right?" The smile on Zheng Fan's surface was deliberately mixed with a faint sense of vigilance.

"If you don't know your own business, then others won't have anything to say." The lame old man's eyes shone with a faint blue light, and he looked at Zheng Fan's figure.

"Since you don't have anything to say, then I'll take Kang Menghu away." After Zheng Fan secretly scolded the thief old man, he really didn't mean to stay.

"If the Heavenly Tiger does not come back for a long time, it will definitely slowly lose its mind and become crazy, and in the end there is only one way to self-destruction." The lame old man said with a hoarse smile.

"It's so scary, as if you can't live without your tiger." Zheng Fan sneered and was about to lift the curtain.

"Boy, you can't save anyone, including yourself, although I don't know how you became like this, but you will definitely step into the abyss, and now you feel good about yourself, but it's just a façade." The lame old man's words made Zheng Fan stop.

"Old man, you said so much, it's just that you want to have a plan and make your conditions." Zheng Fan's words were no longer polite.

"Leave Kang Tianhu's body, I can try to help you steal the day, and maybe let you escape." The lame old man took out something from the quilt, which made Zheng Fan very vigilant.

Although the oil lamp was dim, Zheng Fan could still see clearly that the thing in the hand of the lame old man was a three-sided head, and the expression of each face was different, or indifferent, or evil, or kind, at least that's how Zheng Fan felt.

"Kang Menghu's memory is problematic, is it really related to you?"

Zheng Fan kept a certain distance from the lame old man, but he was still very wary of what he had in his hands.

"I've cultivated him for so many years, and seeing that the bloodthirsty body is about to be completed, how can I let you take him away for no reason, and wait until he completely loses his mind, which is when I take his body." Because of Kang Menghu's relationship, the lame old man's gloomy words were not disguised at all.

"I probably know what I want about Kang Menghu's body, what I care about, you said that I will walk into the abyss step by step, what's going on?" Zheng Fan narrowed his eyes and asked the lame old man.

"Inhumans are inherited through bloodline, and there are acquired mutations themselves, and you, through spiritual objects, have become an alien, I see your current situation, more like a spiritual ritual, you can't survive long in the world." The lame old man's statement really touched Zheng Fan's worries about his own situation.

"What is a spiritual ritual, and why are you so sure?" Zheng Fan asked with a deep breath.

"The spirit ritual is equivalent to a living sacrifice, and the people of the dark world mostly use the living sacrifice for channeling, but like you, the spirit ritual transformed by the spirit object, I don't know what it will cause, but it is definitely not a good thing, once the conditions are ripe, you will definitely not have a good end." When the lame old man spoke, his eyes were gloomy and blue, which soon caused a change in Zheng Fan's body.

"Don't be afraid, look at your own body."

Just when Zheng Fan's body was tense, the lame old man's reminder had already sounded.

"Why is this happening?"

At this time, Zheng Fan had already discovered that his bare body seemed to be filled with fragments and fragments, and these fragments of residues had a tendency to slowly converge towards the dantian, and even formed an obscure small stone figure.

"An alien spirit like you can't reach the level of cultivation at all, have you seen the chains released from Xiao Shi's mouth? It is the spiritual breath that is wrapped around your body, once the little stone figure in the dantian is fully formed, you will also be in a catastrophe. While the lame old man was speaking, the little stone figure in Zheng Fan's dantian seemed to be touched, and at the same time as it vibrate, a devouring force suddenly appeared, constantly absorbing the faint blue light in the old man's eyes.

"Buzz~~~"

Just as the lame old man's eyes were gloomy and blue, and he was pouring into Zheng Fan's bare body out of control, his spirit was already languishing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Stop, stop, if you don't stop, you'll die." Even though the old man's mental strength was rapidly depleted, it was still difficult to hide the frightened look on the old face.

"Old thing, you want to hurt me, right?"

The remnants of Zheng Fan's bare body also began to slowly decrease with the devouring power generated by the dantian little stone man.

"Whoosh!"

Sensing that the little stone man in Zheng Fan's dantian was completely out of his control, the old man opened his mouth and spewed out a ray of golden light, which shot directly at the little stone man.

"Boom~~~"

The golden light penetrated into the gap of the small stone man, causing the stone man to be in turmoil.

Just as Zheng Fan's bare body flew out upside down and gradually turned into flesh and blood, the three-sided head held by the old man seemed to be alive, rapidly absorbing the old man's vitality, and exploded into three puffs of smoke, directly enveloping Zheng Fan's figure.

"It's broken!"

Although he didn't understand why such a terrifying thing happened, the moment Zheng Fan was confused, he also knew that he had encountered a big crisis.

"Bang!"

As if he heard movement outside, Kang Menghu suddenly opened the wooden door and came in, and he had already seen Zheng Fan's figure fall into the corner.

"Die!"

Kong Ning shook his hand at the lame old man on the kang and shot a cold light.

"Poof~~~"

When the flying knife pierced the center of the crippled old man's eyebrows, his body seemed to have dried up for a long time, and it exploded into a cloud of flying ashes.

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