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After that little ghost killing, Zhang Jue no longer let Xu Amu go out alone.

Xu Amu didn't know, but Zhang Jue could see clearly that Xu Amu had a powerful enemy.

This enemy may be a member of the Dao Sect, and he can actually refine a little ghost.

The little ghost of that day was not of the same grade as the little ghost refined by Han Baiyu at all. The little ghost who killed Xu Amu was very powerful, and it could be seen from the fact that it was holding a needle.

Ordinary ghosts do not dare to kill, and they have no ability to kill at all. But that little ghost is full of evil spirits, which is obviously a frequent killing.

It is even more ferocious than the ghosts of the Zhongyuan Society, the ghosts of the Zhongyuan Society are no longer ghosts, they can only be regarded as transparent people living in this world, ordinary people in another dimension.

But that little ghost is a real ghost. Not only can you hold the real thing, but you can also grasp something as small as a needle, which is very difficult to control.

So the one who controls that little ghost is definitely a master of the Daomen, and only the Daomen have this method. Buddhism is not good, and there are also methods for practicing ghosts in Buddhism, but that is washing, it is to cleanse the evil spirit of ghosts, and make it good.

Zhang Jue really couldn't figure it out, there were not many masters in the world who died in that battle, but now there was a person so powerful who suddenly appeared, and he couldn't figure out who this person was and what his identity was? The person who can have this method must be a master of the Daomen, why did he need to kill Xu Amu, a former real estate developer?

"Hehe, hello boss, I'm from Gujia Cleaning Company, you must contact me if you need indoor cleaning."

A white-haired old man, hunched over, bent over with a flattering smile on his face, handed Zhang Jue a business card who had just gone out.

Zhang Jue was stunned, glanced at the old man, and said that he still came out to work when he was so old, and said with a smile: "Okay." ”

After taking the business card and putting it in his arms, Zhang Jue drove to Shapingba, and now the construction of Shapingba is coming to an end. Now, there has been a slow return of merit, and Zhang Jue is very concerned.

With his hands under his abdomen, the old man was still smiling, bending over to see Zhang Jue leave.

After watching the elongated Lincoln drive out of the neighborhood, the old man straightened up, and the smirk on his face dissipated. Glancing at this villa, a sneer flashed in his eyes.

The sneer was just a fleeting moment. The old man looked around again, and then left silently.

Seeing the old man leaving, the nearby Zhongyuan social security guards relaxed their vigilance and began to continue chatting, no one thought that this old man was special, he was just a cleaner.

He wasn't going to startle the snake, Zhang Jue wasn't there, now he could rush in and kill Xu Amu directly, and then kill everyone in Zhongyuan Society. But he decided not to do this, it was a bit risky, because he didn't know if Zhang Jue had any formation in this house.

Their code of conduct is very cautious, saying: as long as there is a risk of one percent, even if the gain is more than two hundred, they will not do it.

Anyway, the trap has been laid, and it depends on whether Zhang Jue can survive the three days. If you can't survive, that Zhang Jue will die, and it doesn't matter if Xu Amu lives or dies. If you get through it, then start again.

This trap has nothing to do with yin and yang metaphysics, so Zhang Jue can't detect it at all. Even Lin Yun in the copper bell on his wrist couldn't be found.

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"Master, why are you so pale?"

After Zhang Jue came back from Shapingba, Xu Amu could see at a glance that something was wrong. saw that Zhang Jue's face was pale, his mouth was a little dehydrated, and his forehead kept sweating.

Zhang Jue helped Xu Amu and sat on the sofa with his eyes closed. He was also strange. I don't know what's wrong with me. I went to Shapingba, and suddenly I felt a faint feeling of colic in my abdomen, which was a feeling of diarrhea.

But Zhang Jue went to the toilet, but he couldn't pull it out, but he was just making a fuss in his stomach, but he couldn't pull it out.

Not only that, but I was also a little dizzy and stuffy in my chest. Cold sweat kept breaking out on his body, but it didn't get to the point where it was unbearable.

After a day of tossing, Zhang Jue was completely weakened, he only had martial arts disciples, and his physical fitness was only a little stronger than ordinary people. After being tossed for a day, the iron beaten people can't bear it. Zhang Jue was a little soft almost when he arrived home, his body was very tired, and his spirit was also very tired.

Zhang Jue closed his eyes, his brows twisted into a pimple, and waved his hand: "It's okay, pour me a cup of hot water." ”

"Okay."

Xu Amu went to pour water.

Zhang Panxi walked over with concern, put the back of his hand on Zhang Jue's forehead and felt it, and muttered, "Why is it so icy?" ”

Zhang Jue closed his eyes and nodded slightly: "Well, it's a little cold." ”

"Xiao Zhang, are you suffering from heat stroke? Shapingba is empty, and the sun is big today. ”

Sunstroke?

Zhang Jue has a strange feeling, with my physical fitness, can I still suffer from heat stroke?

People like them who have real skills, in fact, cold and heat do not invade, and colds and heat strokes and the like will not happen at all.

But now that the body is so uncomfortable, only heat stroke makes sense.

"I don't know."

"Drink some Huoxiang Zhengqi water and go sleep."

"Aang."

Xu Amu brought hot water, Zhang Jue drank medicine with hot water, and went upstairs to sleep without eating.

At night, everyone slept, and Zhang Jue began to collapse.

Huoxiang Zhengqi Water not only did not alleviate Zhang Jue's symptoms, but seemed to aggravate his condition.

"Wow."

Rushing into the toilet in a hurry, Zhang Jue hugged the toilet and vomited wildly, but he didn't vomit anything, just vomited out the stomach acid liquid, and just retched.

I washed my cold face and went back to bed, and I wanted to fall asleep quickly, thinking that it would be good to get up from sleep.

But as soon as he touched the pillow, Zhang Jue began to hallucinate. But when he saw that there was suddenly a female ghost with a cloak next to his bed, he looked at himself with a sneer, and said in a dark manner:

"Come with your life, come with your life, come with your life."

Zhang Jue was excited, and opened his eyes suddenly, but saw that there was nothing beside the bed.

Zhang Jue's brows furrowed, puzzled, how could he have such an illusion? What the hell is going on? Has something happened to your body? But why is it that I have been healthy all of a sudden?

I didn't sleep all night, and whenever sleepiness hit, colic appeared in my abdomen, and I wanted to have diarrhea. I held back to go to the toilet, but I couldn't pull anything out.

After not sleeping all night, Zhang Jue became even weaker the next morning, lying in bed with weak energy.

Xu Amu's face was full of sorrow: "Master, why don't you go to the hospital for a check-up." ”

Zhang Jue thought for a while: "Forget it." I may have been too tired before, but now that I am relaxed, my body can't bear it. You get me some light breakfast, I haven't eaten for a day and a night, I have to eat a little to replenish my energy. ”

"Okay, Aunt Zhang boiled preserved egg and lean porridge today, I'll bring it to you."

After a while, the porridge came, Zhang Jue took the bowl, but when he smelled it, his brows suddenly twisted into a pimple.

"This porridge ......"

Xu Amu hurriedly said, "What's wrong with this porridge?" ”

Zhang Jue's face was a little strange: "Why does this porridge smell of?" ”

"Huh?" (To be continued.) )

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