Mo Yu looked at the handful of yellow talismans in his hand, pinched out four at random, and saw that he unfolded the talisman in the air, and then wiped it with his right hand, and the messy yellow paper that was originally drawn by Bai Tang was as smooth as ever, and then he picked up one, and folded it into the shape of a paper crane in three or two clicks, with white light on his fingertips, as if something had been folded into the paper crane, and Mo Yu didn't know where to pull out a wisp of black, a little bit in the crane's eyes.

Bai Tang looked at it in amazement, only to see that the paper crane flapped its wings, and turned its neck vividly, and its black bean-like eyes seemed to be bright, but it stopped in mid-air and fluttered its wings.

Mo Yu concocted four more pinched out, a total of five paper cranes, all of which hovered in front of Mo Yu lively, Mo Yu waved his hand and said, "Go." ”

I saw the five yellow paper cranes swoop towards the building, and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

Only then did I hear Mo pardon say: "This is the Quartet Rune Bird, which is the most sensitive to the Xuanmen Technique. ”

Bai Tang nodded and said, "I know, I read a lot of novels, it's a monitor!" In the end, you can see everything that Fu He sees, right? ”

Mo pardoned: "....... Well, you can see it too. ”

Bai Tang breathed a long sigh of relief before he said, "Then, Mo God, we are going to find the person behind the scenes." ”

.......

At the same time, in a dilapidated residential building, the sound of the thunderbolt bar will stop, and only the "bang" will be heard, and a group of people will hula and come out of the shaking door, and the faint voice of the person in the door can hardly be heard in the sound of kicking and stomping footsteps.

Fang walked out of the door, the leader seemed to think of something again, paused, pulled away the little brothers behind him, took two steps back, and did not go in, his hand grabbed the door frame and probed inside, and when he saw the broken furniture in the door and the rickety figure on the ground, he said viciously: "Yang Youjia, Lao Tzu warns you, after tonight, if you can't pay the protection fee, the arrears a few days ago will be doubled, and the labor fee of the brothers will be doubled, if you want to mix in Xiling Street, you have to obey the rules!" ”

After speaking, Qian Million led Ren Yiran out of Yang Youjia's house again, but he didn't say anything, the guy who still fought was not a person.

"Alas, Brother Qian is bitter in his heart, I really don't want to beat him!" Qian Million stroked his chest, and while walking, he dissected his heart and lungs with the little brother next to him, and said, "But he is a person surnamed Sun, hum, security guard?!" What is safe, it is not a good thing at first glance! ”

"Brother Qian is right!"

"What Brother Qian said makes sense! The man surnamed Sun deliberately put him in our territory to disgust people, he should be killed, otherwise he thinks we are easy to bully! ”

"Brother Qian is just too soft-hearted! If you want me to beat me directly, let him know that our brother Qian is not easy to bully! ”

“......”

The compliments of the younger brothers obviously made Qian Million very useful, but I saw him squinting, waving his hand, and said with a little sadness: "Alas, that's nothing, and there is no way to be soft-hearted." ”

All the younger brothers admonished one after another, and persuaded Brother Qian to be ruthless, saying that it was easy to suffer losses if he was soft-hearted, and he would go away in the middle of the excitement.

At this time, there was a suppressed moan from Yang Youjia's house, he couldn't remember how many times this was, Qian Million's group of people seemed to be born to deal with him, except for the first two days, and then came to his house every day to "visit".

This is a middle-aged man with a face covered in blood, the kind that ordinary people can't find when thrown into the crowd, if there are any characteristics, it is probably the hair, which is white, like a handful of straw that has lost its nutrition, and the ashes stick to the scalp, and the face also has deep wrinkles, but it does not look like the face of an old man, at most forty-seven or eight, at this moment, he is lying quietly on the ground, surrounded by ruins, but he doesn't seem to care, lying on his own.

This house was not his, it was Brother Sun of the C security company who saw him pitiful, so he temporarily let him live in it, but this house was smashed for them.

Yang Youjia's body was hurting everywhere, and his face was swollen, thinking about it, how could his face not be swollen with such fists and feet.

Yang Youjia couldn't understand how he had fallen to this point, the first few days he came out, although there were old people who had come to find trouble, but he endured it, and then met Brother Sun, and the enthusiastic man also introduced him to a job, and he didn't dislike his prison background at all.

Life is clearly sunny, and the shadows of the past seem to melt like ice and snow.

How did it get to this point? It's useless to call the police, he used to be a murderer, he called the police, those people will only think that he is looking for trouble, those little hooligans changed their faces and changed their attitudes to cry, saying that he bullied them, and the police could only do things hastily, after all, he was a murderer, after all, they were still a group of teenagers worth looking forward to.

It is clear that he still wants to have a good relationship with Qian Million, but Brother Sun wants to help him, but Brother Sun and Qian Million don't deal with each other in the first place, and his position in the big boss is also embarrassing, how thick does he have to be so cheeky that Brother Sun can risk being punished by the boss to conflict with Qian Million?!

Something slowly slid down his face, Yang Youjia thought, it should be blood, and he didn't know who gave him a punch to the corner of his eye, which hit the eye socket, and his vision was immediately blurred by bright red.

The blood was hot, he thought.

At this moment, a "pop" sound slid across the eardrum.

Yang Youjia didn't move, only slightly slanted his eyes with a little bloodstains, and a pair of very elegant sneakers gently landed on the broken wood, steady and steady.

Then, the other foot settled in his sight.

"Do you hate?"

It was a man's voice, gentle as spring rain, as if it was born with the power to soothe people's hearts.

Here he is again, Yang Youjia thought, he knows this person, every time he appears when he is most desperate, looks at him like a joke, and then asks this sentence lightly.

Yang Youjia's mind is still vague at the moment, he knows this person, but he doesn't want to answer his question at all, he should reject him neatly like the previous times, Yang Youjia thought.

But somehow, he grunted his lips, and a broken tone came out of his throat, so that even he couldn't hear what he was saying, but the man let out a soft laugh as if he had heard, and said, "Good." ”

........

The night was already very deep, it was about two o'clock, in the past, Bai Tang, who had no task, had already washed and slept, and Mo Yu also went to catch ghosts as usual, but now, these two people were still wandering the streets.

The wind in the depths of winter was as cold as ever, Bai Tang was still holding a bulging bag in his hand, which seemed to contain a lot of things, wrapped in a down jacket, still shivering from the cold, Mo Yu walked silently in front of him, still wearing a black down jacket, as if he was not afraid of the cold, walking smoothly and steadily, until he walked to a square, he stood still, raised his eyes and looked in all directions, and said, "Here it is." ”

Bai Tang stopped and looked around, but he really didn't see anything unusual, but this place was not unfamiliar, it was an empty square in the center of City A, and the street lamps shed dim light, but the whole square was illuminated brightly.