Chapter 657: Zhuang Ghost

In the dim light, Boss Tu's shadow dragged long on the ground.

Luo Xiaofeng still leaned on the head of the bed without moving: "If the sect master can let the yamen do the autopsy, this problem will soon be solved." ”

Boss Tu shouted angrily: "No! I will never let the government interfere in the affairs of Fengyun Sect." ”

Luo Xiaofeng sneered and slowly closed his eyes.

Boss Tu clenched the kitchen knife on the stone pier in his hand, and suddenly said: "I also think it is very strange for Baifeng to die, but there is one thing you must understand." ”

Luo Xiaofeng said lightly: "What's the matter?"

Tu Lao Dao: "Now, the people of Fengyun Sect all say that you killed Baifenglian, so ...... I won't let you go either!"

Luo Xiaofeng sneered: "Aren't you afraid of killing good people by mistake?"

Boss Tu sighed and said, "The old man would rather kill the wrong person than disappoint the brothers of the Fengyun Sect!" Boss Tu spoke, holding a kitchen knife in his hand, and walked over with an expressionless face.

Luo Xiaofeng felt very ridiculous, the famous Boss Tu, the weapon in his hand turned out to be an ordinary kitchen knife.

What is the origin of this kitchen cutter and what is so special about it?

Luo Xiaofeng didn't think much about it anymore, because the kitchen knife in Boss Tu's hand had already slashed head-on.

This knife has no posture, let alone knife technique, and it is incredibly plain! Luo Xiaofeng simply couldn't believe that this knife was split by Boss Tu.

Boss Tu's face was still expressionless, maybe killing people was a very ordinary and ordinary thing for him.

The knife was blunt, but the slash on the shoulder still hurt from the heart.

Although Luo Xiaofeng was ordered by Boss Tu, to unlock these acupoints was nothing more than a gesture for Luo Xiaofeng. However, Luo Xiaofeng didn't do this, he knew that the knife of the slaughtering boss would kill him.

Boss Tu's eyes slowly turned red, and his face was distorted terribly.

The kitchen knife in his hand didn't stop for a moment, and he was still desperately slashing at Luo Xiaofeng.

Luo Xiaofeng had been stabbed seven times, and blood continued to ooze from his shoulders, arms, and chest.

There was a sound of "dang", and something suddenly hit the iron door of the stone prison.

Boss Tu's hand holding the knife trembled, and he hurriedly turned around.

A plain white woman stood in the doorway. The woman's face is very white.

Boss Tu turned around slowly, and the moment he turned around, the kitchen knife in his hand had slipped into the wide fat sleeve.

The woman walked in lightly, and a layer of frost slowly rose on her pale face: "Does the sect master know what day it is?"

Luo Xiaofeng recognized this woman, this woman was Miss Fengxue Bottle of Fengjiazhuang.

Boss Tu's body trembled, and he slowly said after a while: "Today is the day to worship the ghosts of the village." ”

Feng Xuehua's face was solemn: "What is the taboo of worshipping the Zhuang ghost?"

The muscles in the corners of Boss Tu's eyes were beating: "Don't be sexy, don't be bloody!"

Feng Xue said coldly: "Since the sect master knows, why is he still so reckless?"

The blood stains on Luo Xiaofeng's body had congealed.

Boss Tu slowly turned his face and faced the big black and heavy iron gate: "There is one thing you don't forget." He paused, and the red mole the size of half a copper coin on his cheek twitched strangely: "You are a girl who has left the pavilion, and it is better for you to interfere less in the affairs of Fengyun Sect." ”

After Boss Tu said this, he flicked the sleeves of his robe and left angrily.

Feng Xue looked at the back of Boss Tu leaving, and her brows twisted into a pimple.

Luo Xiaofeng sighed.

Feng Xue Bottle walked over slowly, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he unlocked the acupoints on Luo Xiaofeng's body.

Luo Xiaofeng found that Feng Xuehua looked at him very strangely.

Distant mountains.

Dressing kiosk.

Boss Tu stood solemnly behind the strip table, and the huge strip table was full of offerings. Surprisingly, it was not a god enshrined at the table, but a woman's dress.

The dress is plain white, and a pair of bright red embroidered shoes are placed next to it.

Boss Tu stared at the pair of red embroidered shoes, his face full of awe.

The sun is setting.

The snow in the distant mountains has not yet melted. A man walked gently on the sloping mountain road. It's said to be walking, but in fact, it's better to say it's floating.

Boss Tu lit the paper money in his hand.

The flames reddened his long, thin, grim face.

The setting sun faded into the col. Twilight enveloped the entire hill like an invisible net.

The dressing pavilion was filled with the strong smell of incense.

A cold wind passed through the pavilion, and paper ashes swirled and flew all over the sky.

The plain white dress on the offering table fluttered gently in the wind.

Boss Tu stood in front of the giant case, looking very lonely.

Outside the dressing pavilion, the afterglow of the setting sun dragged a man's shadow long on the snow.

Boss Tu was still standing upright, but his hand involuntarily reached into the wide sleeves of his coat.

Kitchen knife, a pitch-black kitchen knife was held by a pair of green hands and respectfully placed on the offering table.

Someone outside the pavilion was sighing, and it was clearly a woman's voice.

Boss Tu was not surprised, he stood in front of the offering table without moving.

The woman walked in lightly.

Boss Tu stared at the kitchen knife on the table, and suddenly said coldly: "I know, you have to come sooner or later!"

The woman sneered: "If I don't come, how can anyone collect the body for you?" The woman's voice was hoarse, giving people a very strange feeling.

Boss Tu sneered: "So, the old man wants to thank you?"

The woman smiled in a hoarse and gloomy voice, which made people's hairs stand on end.

Boss Tu slowly turned around, and a chill suddenly hit his whole body. Not far from him, beside the pillar, a person stood like a paper. The man was shrouded in a wide white robe, and at first glance, he looked like a hanged ghost. The man wears a white hood and only one pair of eyes are exposed. On top of his head, he was wearing a hat made of white cloth.

Terrifying! Secretive! Eerie! This was the first feeling that the white-robed man gave to Boss Tu.

The muscles in the corners of Boss Tu's eyes were beating violently, and cold sweat was oozing from his hand holding the knife.

The woman's voice is cold, hoarse, and stiff!

"You don't believe in ghosts?" the woman said coldly.

Boss Tu took a few steps back, leaning diagonally on the offering table, his hand still tightly holding the kitchen knife.

The woman laughed again, it was the kind of disdainful sneer: "Your ghost kitchen knife can only cut those nameless ghosts, and if you use it against me, it won't work!"

Boss Tu sneered: "Do you think I really believe in ghosts?"

The woman smiled: "It doesn't matter if you believe it or not, but I can be sure of one thing!"

Boss Tu said coldly: "What's the matter?"

The woman said: "All these years, you have been scared, and you are scared to death!"

Boss Tu bit his lip tightly. The lip was bitten and blood ran down the mouth.

The woman's long white robe was fluttering in the wind, and she pressed the hat above her head even lower: "No one is not afraid of ghosts, especially murderous ghosts!"

Boss Tu suddenly laughed, this smile seemed extremely bleak and weird.

The woman's pupils constricted, and she couldn't guess Boss Tu's mind for a while.

(End of chapter)