Chapter 163: Strange Things in the Five Towns

After Zhang Yi took a taxi home to get the guy, he immediately returned to Mr. Liu's office, and the Lamborghini was no longer here, so it seemed that Mr. Liu had asked someone to drive away.

As soon as Zhang Yiqian stepped into the office on his tiptoes, he saw Daoist Zifeng holding a black black knife wielding a tiger in the store.

Mr. Liu, who was on the side, watched Zifeng Daoist play knife skills expressionlessly, and as for the Cang teacher, he gave Zifeng Daoist face very much, holding two small paws and clapping constantly.

This black black knife, with a black blade and a silver blade, is also engraved with a complex golden spell on the knife, and it looks so powerful and domineering.

Zhang Yi has always wanted this black black knife, and once asked Mr. Liu the price, but Mr. Liu quoted a price, which made Zhang Yi completely dead.

"Lend me a favorite!" Daoist Zifeng said after slashing at the void a few times.

Mr. Liu rolled his eyes and said, "Don't you have a hundred-year-old peachwood sword?"

"How can the peachwood sword be as good as this sword!" Zifeng Daoist said cheaply.

"Every time you come to me, do you have to go along with something to be comfortable?"

"That's what you're talking about, you're still a little bit of a second-generation mine? One tire of your Lamborghini is worth all my money. ”

Mr. Liu rubbed his eyebrows and said with a headache: "Disappear, hurry up and disappear for me!"

Hearing this, Zifeng Daoist quickly wrapped up the black black knife and tied it to his back with a smile, looking at it, this black black knife may not come back.

"Yo! Come on! Don't go in! Let's go straight to Goto! Daoist Zifeng looked at Zhang Yi, who was hesitant at the door, and said happily.

Get in...... I won't let me in, you pit someone else's black knife on the spot, will I go up and touch the mold? How can anyone directly covet other people's things just by saying two words, etc...... It seems that I also pit Uncle Feng for 10,000 yuan in a few words!

En, Uncle Feng, you did a good job, the second generation of mines like Brother Liu has to pit more, anyway, Brother Liu is poor and only has money left. ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ»

In this way, two people who had no heart, no lungs and no liver, took a car and went to Wuxiang.

After coming to the station in Wuxiang, Zhang Yi took out his mobile phone and called Wang Fan, indicating that he and Zifeng Daoist had arrived.

didn't wait much time, Wang Fan walked over from a distance, and there was an old man who came side by side.

This old man looked very loyal and honest, about sixty or seventy years old, his face was full of deep wrinkles, and only a few sparse hairs on his head were fluttering in the wind.

"It's not going well!" As soon as Wang Fan approached, he didn't say hello, and said these words directly with a gloomy face.

"You've been there?" Daoist Zifeng frowned and asked.

"Well, after I opened my eyes and looked at it, I found that that piece was all shrouded in blood mist." Wang Fan said solemnly.

"When did this happen?" Daoist Zifeng continued to ask.

"I don't know, I'm here for it." Wang Fan stretched out his hand and pointed at the old man and said, "You have to ask this old Qiu for the specific situation."

It seems that this old Qiu is the supervisor of Wuxiang that Mr. Liu said.

"Old Qiu! Can I bother you to talk about that? Daoist Zifeng turned his head and said to Old Qiu.

Qiu Lao first waved his hand to show that it was okay, and then took out a bag of crumpled Hongta Mountain from his coat pocket, and first divided it into a circle, among which only Wang Fan took the cigarette and lit it and smoked.

Sometimes Zhang Yi really doubts that this Wang Guangtou is really a monk? Drinking, eating meat, smoking, nothing he won't.

After lighting the cigarette, Qiu Lao took two puffs hard, and then talked about what happened that night with a slightly pale face.

That night, after eating dinner early, Qiu Lao went to look at the layout before it was dark, and after finding that there was no problem, he went to the village to walk around and chat, and when it was almost dark, he went to look at the layout again, and then went home to read the book and prepare for bed.

Because of the relationship between the supervision of the layout, Qiu Lao's home is located at a high height not far from the layout, so that he can watch the test anytime and anywhere.

After Qiu Lao turned off the lights that night, he couldn't sleep at all, and his heart seemed to be very depressed, and he always felt that something bad would happen.

Qiu Lao's ominous premonition was true, at about twelve o'clock that night, Qiu Lao, who was tossing and turning in bed and unable to sleep, suddenly felt that his bed was shaking, and the frequency of shaking was getting faster and stronger. Soon, Qiu Lao found that it was not only the bed that was shaking, but also the house.

Earth...... Earthquake!?

Soon this idea was vetoed by Qiu Lao.

This is neither a volcanic belt nor a plate junction, so a fart earthquake, is it ......

Thinking like this, Qiu Lao quickly got up from the bed, didn't even bother to put on slippers, and ran out of the house directly with a pair of trouser forks.

Coming to the outside of the house, Qiu Lao looked at the layout condescendingly by the meager moonlight, and found that a small earthen bag had been arched in the center of the layout at some point, and this small earthen bag was getting bigger and bigger with the passage of time, and it became more and more bulging, as if something under the earthen bag was forcibly squeezing out.

Oops......

When Qiu Lao was still in the middle of the move, he only heard a "boom", and the dirt bag exploded, spewing blood-colored smoke from inside, but the blood-colored smoke did not appear for long after it erupted from the ground and disappeared inexplicably.

For this situation, Qiu Lao did not feel that it was a fluke, but opened his eyes to look at it, and after a while, Qiu Lao's face suddenly darkened, and Qiu Lao found that these blood-colored smoke were still there, but they needed to be seen with the eyes of the sky, but fortunately, these blood mist occupied such a piece of land, and there was no sign of drifting out.

It's a blessing in misfortune!

After looking at it with a solemn face with open eyes for a while, Qiu Lao planned to go into the house and take his mobile phone to report to Mr. Liu about the matter here.

Just when he wanted to raise his feet and turn around, he saw a figure burst out of the blood mist spray pillar of the dirt bag, and this figure slid freely in the air and directly slid out of the range of blood mist, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Qiu Lao opened his eyes wide and looked over, only to see that the figure seemed to be aware of it, and slowly turned his head, staring at Qiu Lao who was not far away.

After Qiu Lao was stared at by this figure, he suddenly felt the murderous aura and endless death in the sky.

Qiu Lao suddenly had a strong feeling in his heart, as long as he moved, even if he blinked his eyelids, the figure would directly rush up and kill him.

Fortunately, the figure didn't stare at Old Man Qiu for too long, and quickly withdrew his eyes, shook his head up and down, and turned into a blood shadow and rushed in one direction.

After the figure left, Qiu Lao sat on the ground, and at this time, Qiu Lao's cold sweat actually came out unconsciously.

Find an office! Find Mr. Liu! Something is wrong......