It's really hard for me to send out this chapter.,Revised N times.,I've been crabbed several times.,Finally, I can only meet with you like this.,Forgive me.。 ==================================

"Xiexie you."

"Weishenme thank me?" Qian Hao was a little puzzled.

"You made me a woman." Yingying replied shyly with a rosy face.

Qian Hao didn't know what to say, just hugged her tightly, and said after a long time: "Move to my house." ”

"Really?" Yingying asked in disbelief.

"Hmm." Qian Hao nodded seriously and replied. In the process of loving Yingying, Qian Hao used yin and yang and legality for the first time, but this is just an idea, absorbing yin and accumulating in the body on the human body, mixing with his own yang qi to achieve yin and yang coordination, and then combining with the resurrected person to absorb the lost aura, the yin qi carried by the living and the resurrected person is different, although the yin qi on Yingying's body is pure, it can quickly dissolve with its own yang qi, and the yin qi inhaled from the resurrected person is difficult to combine, and often needs to be discharged from the body. And the reason why Qian Hao wants to inhale yin qi from Yingying's body now is to nourish the yin qi inhaled from the resurrected person in the future, and the yin qi and yin qi will be dissolved and mixed, so that there is no need to eliminate excess yin qi, and the process of restoring spiritual power will inevitably speed up again.

After the incident, Qian Hao stayed in Yingying's room for the night, until he received a call from the police early the next morning saying that he could go back to live normally, and the murderer had been caught, so he got up in a shocked mood.

"Caught?" Qian Hao asked with some surprise, and at the same time, he remembered the strange appearance of the inhuman face of the man in black.

"Well, surrendered, a psychopath, you don't have to worry about it."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Yingying smiled coquettishly on the side.

"Hmm. Let's go back then. ”

Returning to her residence with Yingying, Yingying was stunned, Qian Hao, who used to borrow a group house like her, actually owned a villa, how did this not surprise her, on the other hand, she also felt that it was absolutely right to hand herself over to Qian Hao, she didn't see the wrong person.

Although Yingying was jumping around Qian Hao's house with a smile on her face, looking at Qian Hao, who had passed little by little, the stone in her heart became heavier and heavier. Because he still has a meeting tonight, and this meeting is also a meeting that is likely to change his life, and for him now, there is no room for negotiation. Unless he had the ability to resist, but he didn't.

The sky gradually darkened, after having dinner, after coaxing Yingying to sleep, Qian Hao went out of the house and went straight to the eighth master's house.

The eighth master also waited at home early, and in front of him, there were two other people sitting, one of whom was the man in black who had fought with Qian Hao.

As soon as Qian Hao entered, when he saw the man in black, he couldn't help but be shocked, and secretly raised his vigilance in his heart, but the other party didn't think so at all, just raised his head under the brim of his hat and looked at it.

Suddenly, a cold light came straight to Qian Hao's façade.

Qian Hao picked it up and slapped it with his backpalm.

Palms slammed together, and a wave of energy swept through.

"I'm in charge of this area in the mainland of the mainland, I don't have a number, I can call Mr. X, come and sit down." Mr. X said and sat back in his original position.

And when Mr. X got up just now, Qian Hao didn't see it clearly at all, and that palm didn't have any strength, it looked more like a reaction test, which shows the strength of Mr. X.

As soon as Qian Hao came, he was dismounted by Mr. X, which made him feel a little unhappy in his heart.

The man in black sitting next to him could always hear the sound of deep breathing under his hat, but he couldn't see his face clearly.

"Stretch out your hand!" Mr. X said.

Qian Hao did so, rolled up his sleeves, and saw Mr. X holding a needle in his hand and walking up on Qian Hao's arm quickly, a little bright red came out in a slight tingling, and as a little purple ink fell in his hand, a maple leaf appeared on Qian Hao's arm.

"It's best not to let anyone see your tattoo, your number: 18." Mr. X finished and put away the needle.

“18？ Is it because I killed the 18th? Qian Hao asked.

"He's the highest number you've ever killed, and you can take his place for the time being." Mr. X replied.

"What number is he?" Qian Hao pointed at the man in black and asked coldly.

"Number 15." The man in black said himself.

"If I kill you, will I get the number 15?"

"You can try." The man in black turned his head to look at Qian Hao, and a little red light could be faintly seen under the brim of his hat.

"You put away this mobile phone, and there is a task that will be communicated to you, but you better remember that if you can't complete the task, or if you don't complete it within the specified time, beware of your little life." Mr. X's words did not allow Qian Hao to question in the slightest, and his cold eyes revealed a strong murderous aura. This is a character who kills people without blinking, and Qian Hao has no doubt about this.

"By the way, I heard that you are an undertaker?" When Mr. X handed the phone to Qian Hao, he asked in a different tone.

"Yes."

"I have a good place to recommend you to go, it's not bad to hide your identity, and you can continue to be your mortuary. If necessary, it is also possible to erase evidence that should not exist. "The zuihou sentence in Mr. X's words is the point, which is simply to let Qian Hao do things for Hongye again.

The mortuary not only makes up for the dead, but also covers up some evidence through makeup, and of course, can also do plastic surgery.

"Where?"

"The Red Pavilion. You're going to work there tomorrow! Mr. X handed Qian Hao a business card.

Looking at the business card in his hand, he thought that this Mr. X should have been arranged a long time ago, and this red hall was actually owned by red leaves, which made Qian Hao unexpected, because this red hall was once the biggest competitor of Wang Jie's funeral home, and now it seems to be a bit of a joke. All the dead people in the Red Pavilion are probably unnatural deaths. What is hidden in this, only when he goes can he know more.

"Hachi, don't contact me if there's nothing big in the future. It's time to clean up the insiders as well. Mr. X said and walked out of the hall, nowhere to be found.

The eighth master respectfully sent Mr. X away, returned to the hall, and said to the two: "Feel free to do so, I still have something to do." ”

After saying that, the eighth master just left, leaving only No. 15 and Qian Hao.

"Do you want to do it now?" No. 15 stood up and looked at Qian Hao and asked.

"I'll get it back from last time." Qian Hao dropped a sentence and walked out of the hall. At the same time, he also understood in his heart that Wang Jie's death had nothing to do with No. 15, he was just on a mission, and it was impossible for the eighth master not to know about it, but he didn't stop it, Wang Jie finally died, which also illustrates another problem, Wang Jie must die.

"I'll wait." Number 15's voice came from behind.

The next day.

Qian Hao woke up from her sleep with Yingying in her arms, Yingying rubbed her hazy eyes and stared at Qian Hao.

"Husband." Yingying exclaimed a little shyly.

Qian Hao smiled slightly, touching Yingying's cheek, "Get up!" ”

"Oh no, I'm late for work." Yingying suddenly remembered to go to work, and hurriedly jumped out of bed with her naked body.

At this time, she was no longer so shy, but very natural, in front of Qian Hao, she began to dress one by one, and Qian Hao leaned on the bed quite interestingly and admired.

"You get something to eat yourself, I'm too late. After work in the afternoon, I buy groceries and cook in the evening. Yingying said and began to clean up and go straight out.

After Qian Haomu sent her out, he also got up and freshened up.

An hour later.

Qian Hao came to the Red Pavilion.

Looking at the coffin-like red building, a cold feeling came to my face.

"Qian Hao?" A young man with eyes and a comb of hair walked towards Qian Hao.

"You are?"

"I'm the manager here, you can call me Ah Jiu. You can also call me number 99. Ah Jiu squinted and replied.

"Oh, I'll be working here from now on?"

"Yes, please come with me." Ah Jiu took Qian Hao into the Red Pavilion and went to his studio.

There was also a person in the studio, a woman in a black dress, who looked dignified and did not eat the fireworks of the world.

"She's number 77." Ah Jiu said.

"My name is Rumeng, and we will be working partners from now on. Work only. Rumeng walked towards Qian Hao and stretched out his hand.

Qian Hao mechanically shook his hand like a dream, and a trace of coldness came.

"Qian Hao."

"I still have a job, do you want to come and help?" Rumeng withdrew her hand and asked in a cold voice.

"Oh, good." Qian Hao was stunned for a moment and followed.

Walking to the workbench, two bodies of similar size were lying on it, and one of them had all the skin on his face removed.

"Help me cut his face off, they need a different face. And by the way, I stitched up the wound on my stomach. "There is no emotion in the dream, and it seems that he has become numb to these things.

Ah Jiu smiled at Qian Hao: "You guys are busy first." ”

He left with a word.

Qian Hao lifted the white silk covering the corpse, only to see that the entire belly had been cut over, and the internal organs had become a pair of paste, and at the same time, a fishy smell came to his nose.

"Put it on." Like a dream, I handed over the mask.

Qian Hao took the mask, thanked him, and hurriedly covered the white silk again.

Pulling out the scalpel, Qian Hao walked to his head, and the knife turned and cut directly away, and the whole face was quickly peeled off by Qian Hao.

"It's a good idea." Rumeng glanced at Qian Hao and praised.

"Yours is not bad either. You're going to stitch it? Qian Hao put his face into the tray and handed it to Rumeng.

"Pay attention to some details, there will be many more such jobs in the future. Can you handle it on your stomach? Rumeng took the tray and pointed to her stomach.

"Oh, it should be fine." Qian Hao had no choice but to lift the white silk again.