Hearing Lin Qianmo walking out of the kitchen, the thin man with glasses raised his head: "Is there any more questions?" ”

Lin Qianmo shook his head.

"When you go out, please close the door, thank you." The skinny man with glasses said softly.

"No problem, Mr. Zhang Jianbei." Lin Qianmo looked at the thin man with glasses intently.

The thin glasses man's eyebrows twitched sharply, and he raised his head again to look at Lin Qianmo: "Who are you?" ”

"Let me introduce myself, I was entrusted to solve the strange call in my dream, I think this matter should be related to you, Mr. Zhang Jianbei, or rather, Mr. Zhang Jiu." Lin Qianmo got straight to the point.

Zhang Jiu stood up, frowning, the expression on his face was indescribable, he let out a long sigh, and there was an indescribable relief in his tone: "Has this day finally come......

Then, he looked at Lin Qianmo: "It's my fault, take me to the police station." ”

Listening to Zhang Jiu's tone, ghosts and things hurt people, he should know, Lin Qianmo's eyes suddenly became fierce: "Your business, put it aside first, tell me, where is Zheng Lan?" ”

"No, no! It's none of his business! Everything is me, it's all my fault! You just arrest me, shoot me, don't touch him, don't do anything to Xiaolan! ”

Zhang Jiu looked flustered and emotional, and his eyes were full of helplessness.

At this moment, among the shadows behind him, a light red shadow walked out.

This shadow is a twelve or thirteen-year-old child, his light red clothes are oozing with red and black blood, his face is shattered, like a broken ceramic, his exposed skin is white and abnormal, his eyes are cold, and he looks at Lin Qianmo without a trace of emotion.

"It turned out to be hidden in the shadows, and it was still a ghost in red."

Lin Qianmo's pupils shrank slightly, Zheng Lan was far more terrifying than he imagined.

Seeing Zheng Lan appear, Zhang Jiu suddenly blocked in front of Lin Qianmo, and looked at Zheng Lan with guilt in his eyes: "Xiaolan, you have taken revenge, you can't kill anymore, you stop, I'll go with him, I'll atone for my sins." ”

Zheng Lan didn't say a word, but the temperature in the air was getting colder and colder, and the atmosphere of slaughter lingered in the room.

Zhang Jiu turned his head back to look at Lin Qianmo: "You go first, I look at Xiaolan, I'll turn myself in tomorrow, okay?" ”

Lin Qianmo shook his head indifferently and said, "I'm afraid I can't help you, Zheng Lan has killed a lot of ordinary people, and it must pay a price." ”

"What...... What the? Zhang Jiu looked at Zheng Lan in amazement.

Zheng Lan's cold breath was slightly retracted: "Xiaobei, I don't want you to suffer, those who give you pain deserve to die, let me wipe him out, let's leave this place." ”

"Little Blue, no...... No. Zhang Jiu's expression was painful, and the whole person looked like he had a tendency to split.

Zheng Lan didn't say anything, with a flick of his white hand, Zhang Jiu's eyes were dark, and he was unconscious, he blew again, and the unconscious Zhang Jiu was sent into the bedroom by an invisible wind.

"You deserve to die, I want you to die!"

Zheng Lan's expression was cold, and the room was suddenly cloudy and windy, and there were many ghosts.

Lin Qianmo was not afraid, his eyes were like electricity: "Then it depends on whether you have the ability to do this." ”

Zheng Lan sneered, raised his hand and waved, and a cloud of black and shiny hair appeared out of thin air in the room, like a wandering poisonous snake, wrapped towards Lin Qianmo.

The true qi in Lin Qianmo's body was agitated, swimming between the meridians, and the blood on his body was steaming in an instant, and the red qi and blood lay on the surface of his body, like a blazing furnace.

"Buzz."

The hair that was entwined around it did not touch Lin Qianmo's body before it spontaneously combusted without fire.

Lin Qianmo drank softly, his blood was monstrous, and the masculine fire that overflowed directly burned a large piece of black hair.

But this black hair burned inexhaustibly, burned one stubble, and another stubble was born out of thin air, endless, dense.

"Here comes the sword."

Lin Qianmo stretched out his right hand, and the Ling Shuang Sword appeared in his hand.

He took a deep breath, his breath flowed, and the Flame Sword Technique was running extremely fast, and three Sword Gang Divine Flames were created at once.

The sword qi became a gang, and a sea of fire slashed towards the endless eerie black hair.

For a moment, black smoke billowed and the stench was bursting.

Suddenly, Zheng Lan, who was standing in the air, disappeared, and even the black hair that kept appearing disappeared.

Lin Qianmo's eyes showed a look of vigilance, and his yin and yang eyes could not see Zheng Lan's trace.

Suddenly, the wind behind him was sharp, like a long arrow overflowing with cold air, with cold killing intent, piercing the big hole on the top of Lin Qianmo's head.

It's incredibly fast.

Lin Qianmo didn't have time to dodge, so he could only resist.

Airplanes.

Behind him, there was a thick layer of red qi and blood, as well as golden true qi protection.

The two colors intersect, and the shining Lin Qianmo is like a god.

Ka!

Titicaca!

The disappeared Zheng Lan appeared above Lin Qianmo's head, with ghost claws, piercing the protection of qi and blood, and then breaking the golden true qi and poking at the back of Lin Qianmo's head.

Sonor!

The sound of gold and iron rang out.

Lin Qianmo suffered this blow, and a strange cold yin qi seeped into his body from the place where he was attacked.

He didn't have time to think about it, and when he raised his hand, he stabbed out dozens of amazing sword lights.

The scorching waves of qi were surging in the air, and the masculine sword qi was like a big net, tightly enveloping Zheng Lan's soul body.

A red shadow flashed in the air, and Zheng Lan suddenly disappeared.

The same mistake will not be made twice.

While Lin Qianmo was being attacked, his spirit had already locked on Zheng Lan.

His eyes condensed slightly, and he shot out dozens of spiritual sword qi, shooting towards a certain place in the void.

Laugh at! Laugh at!

Red and black blood splashed in the air, falling to the ground, and the ground was instantly corroded into a large pit.

Zheng Lan appeared in the air, his eyes full of resentment, and the coldness in his eyes was colder than the cold wind in Antarctica.

The sword god smiled.

Lin Qianmo took advantage of the victory to pursue, and the sword in his hand stabbed straight forward, and the true yang sword qi was like a streamer, incredibly fast.

The red shadow flashed, and Zheng Lan disappeared into the air again.

But he found that no matter how he hid, the True Yang Sword Qi was always ready to lock his position.

And the sword qi is getting faster and faster, and there is no way to avoid it.

Roar.

Zheng Lan screamed, and a black yin qi like an ocean appeared all over his body, enveloping him.

This yin qi is purer than the yin qi of ordinary ghosts, just like armor.

"Whoosh!"

The Yang Sword Qi directly penetrated this layer of Yin Qi shield, and stabbed it on Zheng Lan's soul body.

Zheng Lan was suddenly shocked and flew out, hitting the wall, shooting out a big hole, the sword qi was still unstoppable, and the stabbing Zheng Lan flew back in the void for more than ten zhang before stopping.

Zheng Lan's chest was bubbling with the golden light left by the sword qi, and the red and black blood continued to drip down the wound, and it was difficult to stop.

Lin Qianmo had the upper hand and showed no mercy, a little under his feet, his body was like the wind, flying out of the hole in the wall, waving the long sword in his hand, and the sword qi of the Yang to the Gang was in the air, blocking Zheng Lan from escaping.

One step is pressed, and every step is the first opportunity.

The monstrous qi and blood and the true qi of the Yang are the nemesis of ghosts, Zheng Lan struggled to resist, and his soul and body were dim rapidly.

Chop!

Lin Qianmo stabbed out the sword god again and smiled.

The Zhiyang Sword Qi was as fast as a meteor, pointing above Zheng Lan's eyebrows.

Zheng Lan's face was like a broken tile, and her whole body was full of golden light.

Bang!

He burst like a balloon, and there was nothing left of the Yang Qi that had been refined.

+35 Evil Thoughts.

Familiar black lettering emerges in the air.

(PS: Good night everyone.) ）