"Old poison? Didn't he already make a deal with us? Although I don't like this person, I heard that this old guy has a good reputation, and he shouldn't tear up the agreement easily, and besides, he shouldn't have the strength to tear up the agreement, isn't he afraid of our retaliation? ”

Mom pinched her chin and pondered. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Dad suddenly thought of something and said, "You said that there are a few strange people from your school, and one of them is the purple-haired girl from last time?" ”

"Well, yes, that's from the old poison. It seems to be his granddaughter. ”

Dad's face changed, and he said, "Oh no, the old poison is so crazy, it is estimated that his granddaughter has an accident!" ”

The old mother seemed to remember something, and her face changed: "You mean, the old poison may do something like a bloody shadow again because of this." ”

"It's not possible, it's certain. Leng Zi'er is his only remaining bloodline, and he is also the orthodox heir of the Killer Building, he must ensure her comfort, and this person has always been short-sighted, ruthless, and extreme. ”

"Hmph, it's not like we can't beat him, he's just a poisonous toad anyway."

Mom waved the black folder in her hand and said with a look of doing a big job.

Dad shook his head and said, "In terms of strength, of course he can't compare to you, let alone the two of us joining forces." But, let's not forget, he's a killer, and the killer isn't a head-on figure. ”

"You're saying we need to strengthen our defenses and prevent the assault of the old poison."

Dad shook his head and said, "I've never heard of the principle of preventing thieves for a thousand days, I can't prevent it, I'm too tired." ”

My mother was deflated and said, "I can't fight it, I can't prevent it, so what should we do, just catch it?" ”

Dad's face was cloudy, and he finally made up his mind and said, "Since we can't prevent it, then we will force him to come out, startle the snake, lead him out, and explore his reality." ”

My mother asked curiously, "What should I do then?" ”

Dad just smiled mysteriously.

The old mother was in a trance, as if she had seen the cunning disciple again, and her face turned red inexplicably. Sure enough, this looks so handsome, like playing flying chess.

What are Zhang's specific plans, let's not mention them for the time being.

The old poison - Leng Yu, the former king of killers, is now standing alone on the top of the stormy bell tower, his back is somewhat lonely and lonely.

He began to close his eyes and regulate his breath, and his sense of presence was weakening, getting weaker and weaker......

He began to look like a flagpole on the bell tower.

After a while, it became a tile on the roof of the bell tower.

For a while, it was like a grain of sand in the middle of the tiles.

Finally he turned into dust in the air and completely melted into the night.

In fact, he hasn't changed, he is still the strange old man in the green robe, but ordinary people have completely ignored his existence, and even masters are difficult to perceive his existence, and his sense of existence has completely disappeared.

This is the practice of concealing the aura of the Leng family, but obviously, Leng Yu's skill is far stronger than Leng Zi'er. He had transformed himself into a ghost standing on another plane, carefully picking his next meal and devouring it gracefully.

The white jade-colored meat worm in his hand suddenly squirmed, and Leng Yu also trembled with the meat worm in his hand, and opened his eyes, but he still had no sense of existence.

It's like another still air, turned into a flowing air, but it's still a ball of air, and no one pays much attention to it, and no one can think that this air is deadly air.

The next moment, the decaying green figure disappeared from the top of the bell tower.

He drifted with the wind, like catkins in the wind, drifting aimlessly with the wind. But in fact, he has a clear purpose, and the route is even clearer, and he is moving straight towards an ordinary house impartially, but even this straight route, straight intention, is difficult for people to detect, this is the mystery of the ghost.

He gently pushed open the window of the house, and strangely passed through the hard security window, and the small residential building seemed to be unfortified, opening its "belly" to him.

And he, the green ghost, had no mercy, and slashed unceremoniously at the white flower's neck, and then ignored the twisted throbbing flesh, the blood that flew everywhere, and ignored the hands that were raised in vain and then put down in defeat, and turned around and floated out of the window like a wisp of catkins, and drifted to the next house.

The deceased was an innocent student, and his only connection to Leng Zi'er's injury was simply because he was a student at No. 8 Middle School, just because he was naughty, and he used to play for a while on the highest railing on the rostrum, just because he carved words on that wall?

He didn't know, he didn't know why he died, he was still imagining his bright future just now, he was still thinking about the soft lips of the girl he kissed in the afternoon, and he was still fantasizing about seeing her smooth body one day, but now he could only see the red blood stains flying around his neck, he could only feel his gaze gradually turning blood red, gradually becoming dark, he could only see the cold ghost-like eyes......

Such an innocent student died innocently at the hands of Leng Yu.

But this didn't make Leng Yu feel a trace of guilt, but made him feel a little happy, so that the ghost would not feel ashamed or afraid because of the blood, he would only feel excited, satisfied, and ...... A hint of warmth.

He said that it was the police's business to investigate and collect evidence to find the murderer, and he, the ghost, as long as he knew how to kill, the murderer must be in this group of people anyway, and he can achieve his goal by killing all these people.

The blood-red blood on the floor congealed into a deep spring, and suddenly a little oil green came out of the spring, it was a small worm, which awoke in the pool of blood, and then swam freely for a while, as the last pleasure of ending its short life. Then it burst and turned into a blood-red, merging into the red, as if the baby had returned to its mother's body, and it was a part of the blood.

The green figure did not stay, because he did not have time to stay. The night was short, and he had other "banquets" to go to.

He is like a ghost shuttling through different time and space, his smart fingers flying, his ethereal steps are light, and he is full of artistic sense of harvesting life one after another, enjoying the night that belongs to this ghost, and enjoying the feast that belongs to this ghost.

1st, 2nd, 3rd floor......

The feast of blood continued, and the ghost licked greedily at the corners of his mouth, recalling his artwork one by one. Blood mixed with rain and wet the floors of countless homes; The sound of rain mixed with footsteps, taking away countless young resentful spirits; The night was mixed with blood, disturbing how many peaceful dreams.

The dagger in his hand kept dripping viscous plasma downward, and even if it was mixed with rainwater, it might take a long time to dissolve.

But his heart is more viscous than the dagger in his hand, and the constant killing can only constantly stimulate his animal nature and increase his desires, but it is difficult to fill his empty heart.

These people are too weak to hurt Xiao Zi.

The killer hasn't been killed yet.

But I'm going to kill you.

The color of blood had dyed the rotten green robes even more rotten black, but the rotten and shriveled old man under the original robe was like a sponge full of blood, and he became full, young, and sharp again.

It's just that the sharpness is deeply hidden, the fullness is covered with shriveled folds, the youth is buried deep in decay, and only the moment the ghost shows its fangs will people see how powerful he is.

At this time, he was still a speck of dust, air, and a touch of catkins in the wind.

He always hides in the shadows, and only when he makes a move, he will catch a glimpse of it, revealing a sharp edge.

This is the king of killers, this is the ghost of the night!

Unconsciously, the catkins floated outside the Yuhua Garden.

The ghost's hand suddenly trembled again, this trembling because the white jade-colored flesh worm in his hand was trembling.

Because two or three life-chasing Gu were wiped out, the meat worm as the mother naturally felt panic, but the green ghost's mood was hot at this time. Because he finally met a person with a little strength, and finally met a person who had the ability to discover the Chasing Gu for Death, then he had a great chance that he would be the murderer.

The heat and excitement in the ghost's heart did not affect his body at this time, he was still an emotionless catkins, a fine dust with no sense of existence, floating straight and unhurriedly towards the small building with the lights turned off in Yuhua Garden.