Hang Qiurou looked at the obscene-looking man in front of her with fear, and regretted it a little. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Hang Qiurou is a reporter for the Metropolis Daily, and a murder was found here during the day yesterday, a horrific murder case in which there was no corpse in the capital, only blood and wreckage remained.

According to the police report, some of the fragmentary corpses showed signs of being bitten, judging by the tooth marks, it did not look like animal tooth marks, but more like adult tooth marks, and other than that, no traces of other people's presence were found.

It was because of this that the case was confusing, and after a day of investigation, the police had no clue and had no choice but to withdraw.

At yesterday's scene, Hang Qiurou, as a reporter, was also there, and when she saw this scene, she almost vomited, and as a reporter, Hang Qiurou had an intuition that this murder case might be related to the horror legend of Beicheng Lane.

It is precisely because of this that Hang Qiurou arrived here early in the morning to see if she could see the terrifying rumors about Beicheng Lane, maybe she could shoot something, but she didn't think about it, she didn't shoot anything, she ran into something first.

"Call, call, no one will come to save you if you cut your throat, this is Beicheng Lane, the most remote place in the city, in the suburbs to the north, there is not even a ghost on weekdays, there has been a murder recently, and no one will come." The man was holding a knife in his hand, and he approached Hang Qiurou step by step with a squint.

"Don't come here, I'll give you whatever you want, don't hurt me."

Hang Qiurou's feet were straight and weak, and she was a little frightened.

"Hey.....hey"

"Bang!"

The man was about to say something, but the whole person was suddenly smashed four or five meters away by a powerful force.

"Get out!"

Zhang Xiaoman slowly retracted his right leg and glanced at the man in disgust.

"Kid looking for death!" The man staggered five or six steps before he could stand on his heels, his face instantly became gloomy, and the bright knife brushed out a knife flower in his hand, and stabbed directly at Zhang Xiaoman.

"Be careful!"

Hang Qiurou was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat and exclaimed nervously.

However, the person concerned, Zhang Xiaoman, was not so nervous.

The knife was stabbed quickly and ruthlessly, obviously this man is a murderous and unblinking person, if it was placed in the past, Zhang Xiaoman would definitely not provoke this kind of goods, but now that he is dead, he is afraid of hair? Can a mortal kill him again?

At the moment when the knife approached Zhang Xiaoman, Zhang Xiaoman came first, and suddenly flew out with a kick, and Zhang Xiaoman's kick kicked the man's lower abdomen fiercely, so the man with the knife was tragic.

The severe pain made him let out a miserable scream unconsciously, and his body bent down in pain.

But this is just the beginning, not the end, Zhang Xiao watched this guy bend down and fly out again, poor this guy who was bending over in pain, was kicked like this, and immediately pounced forward, fell to the ground, and the sharp knife in his hand almost pierced himself.

The pain caused by these two feet made the whole body of this tragic cargo convuls.

Hang Qiurou looked quite relieved, if it weren't for someone else's presence, she would have clapped her hands and shouted to relieve her anger.

The man with the knife was already a little speechless in pain, Zhang Xiaoman's two feet were much stronger than the first one, even Zhang Xiaoman himself was shocked by his strength now, although this man was not burly, but he was not a thin person, his body size was above average, and he couldn't eat his two feet.

It seems like this has become a spirit, and it feels good?

The behavior can be no different from that of ordinary people, and even if you can continue to practice, your five senses and physical fitness have become much stronger than before, and they can even be regarded as vastly different.

"Give you one more chance, if you don't roll, I'll discount your legs, don't doubt my ability."

Zhang Xiaoman looked coldly at the man who was kneeling on the ground wailing and twitching, this kind of guy actually did evil in the place where he ascended to heaven, it was simply an insult to a Taoist cultivator like him.

Hearing Zhang Xiaoman's words, the man who knelt on the ground and twitched painfully shuddered, it seems that the ferocity of this thing is not inferior to his own, he doesn't think that this little ghost in front of him is a joke, the strength of these two feet is not something that ordinary people can achieve, and there is no problem with this strength to discount a person's legs.

Enduring the severe pain, the man struggled to get up, rushed out of the alley with a rolling belt, and ran without looking back.

"Okay, I'm leaving, you can go too, it's not safe here in Beicheng Lane, not only people, but also some cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods, walking here alone, it's easy to be eaten."

Zhang Xiaoman ignored the man who fled, turned around and reminded him, and left again.

It's just that this smile fell in Hang Qiurou's eyes, but it had a different meaning.

With her keen intuition, Hang Qiurou had a feeling that what this young man said must be related to the murder he discovered yesterday morning.

Aren't the bones of the corpses found in yesterday's murder showing obvious signs of gnawing?

Did this teenager know the inside story of yesterday's murder?

When Hang Qiurou was thinking, Zhang Xiaoman had already turned to leave, and under the morning sun, Zhang Xiaoman's not very broad back was dyed with a layer of gold.

When Hang Qiurou saw Zhang Xiaoman's back, she felt that this young man was a little mysterious, whether it was his skills or what he said before.

However, staring at Zhang Xiaoman's back, Hang Qiurou vaguely felt as if something was missing.

Suddenly, Hang Qiurou's whole body trembled violently, and her face instantly turned pale.

"This man, there is no shadow!!"

Hang Qiurou's feet went weak and she collapsed to the ground.

Under the rising sun, Zhang Xiaoman went far under his back, clean and clean, without a shadow.

.............

Zhang Xiaoman left Beicheng Lane and headed in the direction of the school, and now he didn't know what he was like.

"Wu Qian!" As soon as he arrived at the school gate, Zhang Xiaoman saw a figure, and immediately the whole person was on fire.

This bastard, if he hadn't found someone to block him yesterday, when he missed the time and didn't rush home before dark, how could he have met those ghosts in Beicheng Lane!

This hatred is simply uncommon, even if Zhang Xiaoman's temper is good, he will be furious, not to mention, Zhang Xiaoman's temper is not particularly good.

Zhang Xiaoman clenched his fists fiercely, if it weren't for the teacher who was still standing at the school gate, Zhang Xiaoman would have punched him a long time ago.

I don't know if it's because the ghost cultivation method of cultivation is different, the materialized spirit body does not have the ability of ghosts, otherwise, Zhang Xiaoman can float over stealthily and beat him hard.