This is targeting me Chen Ping, right?

Where can this place be called a garden villa, and some people believe that it is a garbage station, not to mention those sparse unknown wildflowers, which emit a lilac glow in the middle of the night, not only does it bring a touch of romance to itself, but it also feels eerie. It's this villa, the hole in the wall on the left is almost two of their own size, and the gate is so rotten that if it weren't for his own architectural knowledge, he almost thought that the big hole was dug out by an excavator.

Chen silently listened to Chen Ping's complaints, took out a form from his uniform without saying a word, and marked it with a score of -5 in the column of today's performance.

Chen Ping: "... ”

Chen Mo put away the form, patted Chen Ping's shoulder, and said lightly: "I will come to the villa to pick you up at sunrise tomorrow, if you have to urge you when the time comes, your assessment this month will be very dangerous." ”

Chen Ping looked at Chen Mo slowly walking towards the road with a constipated face, and yelled angrily in his heart: This is hegemonism, power style, I want to complain, complain.

"Brother Mo, go slowly"

Three seconds later, Chen Ping, who suddenly remembered that his female secretary was closely related to the assessment, shouted loudly into the darkness in the distance.

Brother, this is not undisciplined, this is just a strategic relaxation of the enemy's vigilance. Chen Ping comforted himself like this and drilled into the door hole behind him.

The inside of the room was very different from what it looked like from the outside, the first floor was littered with broken clay pots and rusty swords, but unlike the outside, the debris was neatly stacked and even sorted. Chen Ping curiously flicked a cracked iron armor with a lotus pattern to protect the heart, full of heavy feel from the old iron armor, Chen Ping was slightly stunned, this maintenance work is quite in place, there is still a little reflection in the light.

Something seems wrong, Chen Ping made a commotion, and always felt that he had just missed something?

A little reflected in the light...

Chen Ping suddenly looked up at the source of the light, this light is as bright as moonlight, but it can adapt to the change of light in such a short time, in the terminology of the game, this is a bug!

A hair that is soft enough to endorse a certain shampoo covers his eyes, and a cold light like moonlight radiates outward from the gaps in his hair, if it weren't for the fact that this thing only has one head and is floating in the air, Chen Ping will definitely not be so frightened that he will sit on the ground with a butt, and under the fierce sting pain and mental impact of the chrysanthemum, there will be another scream comparable to the order of the king of Hades.

I, Chen Ping, are skinny and have stubborn diseases, but I have always been kind and virtuous on weekdays, and my blessings are profound, you have a debt and a master, and bullying honest people is not a good man, yes, my eldest brother is Chen Mo, Chen Mo knows no, this area is a handle, and all the hell has to listen to him. Don't come here, I'll call someone!

Chen Ping's tone was frustrated and suppressed, in his opinion, first soft and then rigid is a necessary means of negotiation, but I don't know if this ghost understands or not, but not to mention, his nerves have been tempered a lot along the way, and under the venting of his throat just now, he feels that he is no longer so afraid.

Chen Ping struggled against the wall to get up, in the area of momentum, I, Chen Ping, have always been very stubborn, how can I say that I am also an official in this area, how can I show weakness with the enemy. Chen Ping barely stood up straight, trembling slightly as he approached the head of the person floating in mid-air, his fists clenched. While stepping on broken steps, he threatened: "Let me remind you first, my fists are not long-eyed, either get out of the way yourself, or I will beat you out." Choose one of the two"

"Eh, I'm almost there, my fist is about to be raised!"

"My fist is almost in your face!"

"Eh, I'll go, why didn't I respond?"

Chen Ping, who was two meters away from the human head, held a broken spear, and carefully held the tip of the grass to slowly approach the human head, he had been shouting for almost five minutes, and the human head had not reacted, wouldn't it be that he wanted to respond to all changes with the same, what kind of ghost of the dynasty was this? Don't be the kind of bug level of Sun Tzu.

Chen Ping seemed to suddenly think of something, and gently brushed the hair on the human head with the tip of the grass, the straight nose bridge, the wrinkled forehead, the wide glowing eyes, and the mouth full of fangs. Chen Ping's current mood seems to have just finished a roller coaster, with his more than 20 years of experience, his mother was scared like this? Chen Ping felt that he had lived a rather dreamy life in the past 20 years.

The first floor is not in the mood to stay, anyway, there is garbage everywhere as far as the eye can see, it seems that the place to rest must be on the second floor, Chen Ping carefully stepped on the wooden staircase that seemed to be about to break and walked to the second floor, before leaving, by the way, he picked up a crockpot and smashed it at the head.

I'm sorry, if I don't retaliate, I feel like a soft persimmon.

As soon as Chen Ping walked to the staircase on the second floor, he instantly overturned his beautiful fantasy about the second floor, yes, there is more garbage on the second floor than on the first floor! This is a collection of garbage picked up by the past generations, right? Don't tell me that there is not even a bed? Although I don't know if the ghost needs to sleep, I can obviously feel a slight weakness in my brain, maybe this is the reaction of the spirit to feel sleepy.

It seems that there are more ghosts on the second floor, and the light is much stronger than when he was on the first floor, Chen Ping finally found a path from the many garbage, and before he could congratulate his slender figure, he was tripped by the garbage under his feet and fell on a wooden bed. The wooden bed was cushioned with a large piece of fabric that seemed to be in the shape of a curtain, and there was no bump in the face.

But Chen Ping is still nameless, today this is bad luck, and the garbage is still how to drop, he is reduced to picking up garbage, not to mention, but also frightened by the garbage, this finally found a place to rest, and the garbage tripped himself. Chen Ping picked up the garbage on the ground, ready to smash it out of anger, this is really feng shui in turn, and even the garbage bullies himself in hell.

Chen Ping looked at the garbage in his hand and sighed lightly, this thing in his hand can't be said to be garbage, it is more like a beautiful handicraft, well, it is still an old handicraft, he seems to have seen something similar on the leaflet of which auction, similar to a cigarette holder pot, but this thing in his hand is longer than the mouth of the cigarette holder pot, and the tassel made of golden silk threads is majestic, not like an ordinary antique.

Chen Ping turned his gaze to the lid of the kettle, and generally speaking, the specific use of this thing can be analyzed from the residue in the kettle. The moment Chen Ping's fingers touched the lid, there seemed to be a grunt in his heart. The subtle feeling prompted Chen Ping to lift the lid slightly.

A stream of green smoke slowly spread outward along the gap in the lid, and the misty mist slowly condensed into an old man wearing a dojo with a white beard on his head under Chen Ping's stunned gaze, the old man's eyes suddenly opened, and a fine light shot towards Chen Ping.

I'll make it, the magic lamp???

Chen Ping felt like he had reached the top!