In a single room in a hotel.

An automatic mahjong table sits around four people.

Among them was the strong man I had captured in the morning.

The strong man played mahjong in his hand, and he didn't have the weakness in the morning, and he was aggressive with the other three brothers, and talked loudly: "How many yin are left on the bright side of Songdong City?" How many negative certificates do we have? ”

Sitting on the left side, the middle-aged man with a really sharp beak and cheeks, looking at it was very mean, unhurriedly took a puff of the cigarette in his hand that was about to burn to the butt of the cigarette, and then said in a slow tone: "In addition to the one personally instructed by the Lord, there is still a female yincha, and this female yincha is not low in Taoism cultivation before her death."

"Wait!"

A middle-aged man on the right who was even more stubborn, pulled out the text message sent from his mobile phone, and hurriedly interjected: "There are three imps with bad luck cards who don't know who killed them, and the bad bad cards have also been snatched away!"

"What?"

The strong man exclaimed in a daze: "Did the Lord send us a message?"

"Sent a ......"

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment and said, "He didn't know who killed him...... Let's be careful. ”

"Okay."

The strong man listened and began to plan what he was going to do next: "Ah Shuang and I will go and see the kid who is being targeted by the lord, and then Qingcheng will go to kill the female yin, and scatter wealth to guard this place and wait for the lord's task." We are short of time and have heavy tasks, so we will be careful when we act separately. ”

"Okay!"

The mean man known as Qingcheng nodded, and took the lead out of the private room.

"Then let's go."

The middle-aged man got up without saying much and followed Qingcheng out of the door.

Before leaving, the strong man instructed Sancai again: "You have to be careful here."

"yes, okay."

The taciturn scattered wealth responded simply.

……

Anan lay on the bed decadently, didn't brush his teeth, didn't wash his face, didn't wipe his face, knocked on the melon seeds like a little buried ghost, spit the melon seed skin to the ground at will, put a cigarette stick next to the pillow, and spit out the chewed melon seeds into the trash can with nothing to do.

"Yawn!"

Anan sneezed, rubbed his nose, blinked his eyes in a huff, picked up the cigarette stick in his hand, and pulled out the windproof lighter pressed under the pillow.

And the tobacco in the pipe seems to be endless, as long as it is lit with fire, it can be smoked after two sips.

"Whoa!"

Anan spit out a smoke ring boringly, scratched his somewhat itchy scalp with his left hand, crossed Erlang's legs, squinted at the bedroom door and said, "Since you're here, why don't you show up?" What are you going to do? ”

"I'll kill you!"

Qingcheng's voice echoed in the bedroom.

"Whoa!"

Anan slanted his mouth and took a disdainful puff of cigarette: "Come on, you kill me, I don't want to live anyway!"

"Hoo ......"

A cloudy wind blows open the bedroom door.

Qingcheng's thin body barely blocked the way, pointed at Anan, and said in a sinister manner: "You are the most peaceful yin cha I have ever seen."

"If I can die, I will die right now!"

Anan still maintained a stilted posture and remained motionless, as if he didn't take this Qingcheng who was clamoring for her life in his eyes at all.

"Then let you get what you want!"

Qingcheng was furious in the face of Anan's contempt, waving his two paws and punching a cat with TM's mental retardation, clumsily killing Anan.

"Stupid!"

Anan stared at Qingcheng with a smile, waved the cigarette stick in his hand, and then put the pipe to Qingcheng, and recited the incantation casually and indifferently: "The sky thunders and the earth is on fire, and the evil in the world is destroyed, and the urgency is like a law."

"Bang!"

The burning tobacco in the pipe turned into a raging fire, and flew out in a spiral, aiming at Qingcheng's chest and flying away.

In an instant, Qingcheng became a fire man, howling madly in the midst of the burning, and after a while, he was burned completely in the fire, and he didn't even have the basic ability to resist, and he didn't take a single move.

"Alas!"

Anan took back the cigarette stick, stretched his waist, and leisurely watched Qingcheng's soul fly away, and couldn't help but sigh kindly: "That is, I can't use the spell now, otherwise I will take the initiative to attack and kill you all!"

Yes.

After Anan took my call in the morning, she was prepared, calmly waiting at home for the arrival of the person who took her life, and even full of anticipation, hoping that someone would really kill her. I didn't expect that Qingcheng was so weak and fragile, and he would be killed if he was killed.

……

Lao Zhou carried the Miao knife on his shoulder, put his left hand under his nostrils, sniffed gently, and slowly walked downstairs to an express hotel. Walked straight to the front of the wall, inserted the Miao knife into the collar of the back, and after fixing it, he climbed up the iron drainage pipe skillfully with his hands and feet, just like Spider-Man had the ability to stick to the wall, and easily climbed to the third floor without getting stuck.

Then he held the air-conditioning box with his left hand, grabbed the window edge of the balcony with his right hand, hung most of his body in the air, stared at the beads and gritted his teeth and hit his head on the window glass.

Lao Zhou supported his body with his left hand, reached into the broken mouth with his right hand, pulled down the window handle, stretched out his hand to open the window again, and jumped forward at great speed.

"Bang dang!"

Lao Zhou's unsteady feet landed, so he sat on the ground with his butt over, subconsciously holding on to the double bed at hand, and then cautiously looked up at the layout of the room and the people or ghosts that should exist.

"What are you doing?"

Looking at Lao Zhou in front of him, there was a trembling sense of fear in his heart, especially when he saw that Lao Zhou still had a glass ballast on his forehead, and the wound was constantly bleeding blood, this feeling was even worse.

"What's that......"

Lao Zhou smiled awkwardly, took off the glass eraser on his forehead, wiped a handful of blood indiscriminately, and grinned honestly: "Are you lonely in the middle of the night?"

"Huh!?"

Listening to Lao Zhou's chatter, his thoughts were disrupted.

"I have a small card here, I'll give it to you if you need it!"

Lao Zhou stood up straight and wanted to pull out the Miao knife on his back, but because of the stickiness caused by sweating, he didn't pull it out at once, and the pestle smiled extremely embarrassed on the spot: "What's that...... Do you owe the whole thing? ”

"I'm going to Nima!"

No matter how stupid a person is, there is a limit, and no matter how dull his IQ is, he can react and understand what is going on at this moment.

Raising his bare feet, jumping up and down, he scolded and kicked Lao Zhou.

Lao Zhou gave up drawing the knife in the face of danger, chose to take a half step back, pinched his hands into two three clear seals, opened his mouth slightly, and filtered the mantra spell that can be used now in his mind: "Drum with both hands!" Eight hundred ghosts!"

"Bang!"

Sancai successfully hit Lao Zhou's door with one kick, but it did not cause any substantial damage, but was eaten by the flames ignited by Lao Zhou's hands, and he fell without the strength to parry, and the back of his head smashed on the hard floor, and his eyes were full of gold stars.

"Just you guys? Are you embarrassed to come out and make trouble? ”

Lao Zhou vulgarly grabbed Sancai's ankle, pulled him up from the ground like a turnip, spun in a circle on the spot, and threw him to the window by inertia.

"Bang!"

"Click!"

Sancai directly smashed the glass and was thrown outside.

Lao Zhou didn't hesitate at all, jumped from the third floor, and landed right next to Sancai, and a big mouth made persistent efforts to fan Sancai's face: "Say!" Where did you hide my girl's soul?!"

"Hehehe......"

Sancai spat blood, and mocked with incomparably stiffness: "I'm a human being, I just don't want to tell you, do you dare to kill me?!"

"Are you human?"

Lao Zhou lowered his head and looked at him.

"I am!"

Scattered wealth proudly looked at Lao Zhou.

"Smack!"

Lao Zhou scolded angrily while snorting his big mouth: "You are still a person!?" If you are a human being, can you do such things that are more beastly than ghosts?!"

"It's a pity that I'm human!"

Sancai got carried away and took advantage of Lao Zhou's mouth to sneer.

"But the soul in your body is not human!"

The corners of Lao Zhou's mouth curled up with an imperceptible smile, and his left hand used a grab to clasp Sancai's hands behind his back, and then his right hand groped in Sancai's body: "Come, I'll get your body out today, I don't think you're awesome!"