What do you do? Rebellion, huh? Believe it or not, I'm going to get you all in? ”

Li Zhongxin roared loudly as he pulled out his gun from his waist.

"Isn't it great to have a gun?" Da Chun roared, stepped forward and walked directly in front of Li Zhongxin, glaring at him angrily.

Li Zhongxin immediately pointed a gun at Da Chun, and then shouted: "If you say it again, I will shoot you, and I don't have to bear any legal responsibility!" ”

"Not bad! You are not legally responsible! If you get out of here! Yang Xiu also took a step forward.

Eggplant, Zhang Tianshun surrounded at the same time, and in an instant, Li Zhongxin was surrounded in the center of the crowd.

"You're looking for death!" Li Zhongxin shouted loudly.

"It's kind of shooting!" Da Chun took a step forward, almost sticking to Li Zhongxin's gun.

Li Zhongxin looked at Da Chun and couldn't say a word.

"If you don't dare to shoot, get out!" Yang Xiu shouted from the side.

Li Zhongxin's face turned red for a while, he pointed a gun at Yang Xiu and the others, and then roared: "You wait, sooner or later I will personally send you in!" ”

"Get out! Grandson! Eggplant scolded loudly.

In the end, Li Zhongxin and others left the Century Hotel in disgrace.

The moment they turned to leave, I had already made up my mind. Li Zhongxin, this man must die.

The next day, the patrol room issued a notice to update a new number, called the anti-black line, which was made directly to Li Zhongxin's senior inspection team.

Day 3. We arranged for someone to dial up the anti-gang hotline in Xishan. Two cars came out of the patrol house and went straight to Xishan. There was a car accident at the foot of the West Mountain.

The road surface suddenly collapsed, causing the first vehicle to roll over and the second vehicle to rear-end. There were no fatalities, but two more were seriously injured.

This is just a small gift from Chongyang Society to Li Zhongxin.

But when I received the news that the eggplant had been successful. The old monk and I were checking the location of the Leng Zhengnan cemetery.

After a big explosion, the face was already unbelievable, and the ground was blown out of a huge crater.

"Teacher nephew, with such a powerful explosive, no one will survive!" I looked at the scene and said in the affirmative.

However, at this time, the old monk An Hao once again showed the appearance of a master, he just shook his head quietly and said, "Not necessarily!" ”

The explosion was beyond recognition within ten meters, and the sand and gravel were blown to pieces. As long as it's flesh and blood, you can't survive.

"Nephew, why are you so sure?" I asked again.

"Intuition!" The old monk replied succinctly, then grabbed a handful of soil on the ground and sniffed it, and then said, "Did your master tell you what was under Leng Zhengnan's grave?" ”

I shook my head, "He only said that it was better to destroy what was inside than to be born!" ”

"We'll come back in the evening!" He looked at the ground with a keen gaze, and then said solemnly.

When we came back, Eggplant and the others were waiting on the rooftop of the bar, and they were going to tell me some information about the investigation team that dealt with Li Zhongxin today.

The relationship network of Wenxing Society has been investigated clearly, Li Zhongxin is just a deputy team leader, and the team leader is actually Sun Jianjun. With Sun Jianjun's relationship, Li Zhongxin can use people as arrows with chicken feathers!

Sun Jianjun is making it clear that he is going against me! It seems that instead of attacking Li Zhongxin, it is better to directly target Sun Jianjun.

The plan has not yet been decided, and I am currently preparing to go to the explosive pit with the old monk at night.

What plan did the old monk have, he didn't tell me, this is after he came back, he took 5,000 yuan with me to go out to buy preparation materials!

In the evening, he bought back eight bells for five thousand dollars, as well as a lamp and a mirror.

I was surprised that there was so much money to buy such a small amount of things. However, I didn't show it, and now I'm past the years of bad money.

Whatever the old monk needed, I prepared for him, and before it was dark, the old monk took me to the vicinity of the deep pit, and then hung bells in all eight directions of the deep pit.

All the bells are connected to the light in the middle by a red thread.

When it was completely dark, the old monk lit a lamp and placed the mirror on his chest.

The old monk clasped his hands together and began to chant the scriptures.

I don't know what it was, but I could feel the wind around me start to change.

An invisible wind seems to have appeared out of nowhere. Then it didn't blow from any direction, but from the middle, in the middle of a lamp, as if the old monk had suddenly exerted force.

I was standing beside him, and I could feel the mystery in it.

The old monk still folded his hands and his eyes closed, and his ears could be heard reciting Buddhist scriptures quickly, although he could not hear clearly.

This was once a tomb with Leng Zhengnan's body lying inside.

To be precise, it is not Leng Zhengnan's corpse, but the treasure left by Leng Zhengnan before his death.

On that day, the people who came here to open the treasure were Tu Cha, Leng Feng, Jiang Tianji and Ah Ba, among whom Muraka and Leng Bing were uncertain.

But I was in there, because I hadn't seen them since.

At this time, the old monk An Hao had finished reciting the Buddhist scriptures, and he suddenly took out the mirror on his chest and pointed it in one direction.

He's reflecting the light in a mirror. The light was reflected off the bell at once.

The light was originally very faint, and the reflection used to be even more sporadic if you didn't look closely. It is impossible to detect at all, or it is negligible.

The old monk used the mirror to reflect the eight directions, and then he held the red line on the bell one by one with his hand and shook it slightly, and the bell rang very crisply.

After the bells rang in all eight directions, the old monk still folded his hands. It's just a mirror in the middle of a pair of hands.

He closed his eyes and recited the sutras quickly.

"Ah...... Ah......h It suddenly became a hazy patch, as if the heavens and the earth were suddenly chaotic.

"Ding Ding ......"

The bell rang, again there was no wind, and no one touched the bell, but he rang.

"Four dead!" The old monk suddenly spoke.

I was taken aback by his voice. Because this sound is like the cracking of metal, it makes people listen to the sharp pain in the eardrums.

Still, I heard it clearly.

Four dead? Only four people? That is, it is possible for Muraka and Leng Bing to live.

"Not all the people who came in died inside!"

Saying this, the old monk suddenly opened his eyes, and his face was completely gray. There were beads of sweat on his forehead: "I'm going to drink deer blood, remember!" ”

After saying this, the old monk immediately fainted and fell to the ground.

"What? Drink deer blood? I was stunned for a moment, and when I realized that the old monk was already lying on the ground, as if he was dead.

I noticed that the old monk's face was pale. His forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

"Teacher's nephew, teacher's nephew?" I screamed twice, and he must have not responded.

I reached out to help him up, and when I touched his back, I realized that the old monk's back was already wet with sweat.

"How so? He just sat and recited two Buddhist scriptures. Why did it become like this? ”

I couldn't figure it out, so I picked up the old monk on my back, left the deep pit, and when I got to the side of the road, I called Xu Dong.

More than ten minutes later. The old monk and I sat in Xu Dong's car.

The old monk was still in a coma, his whole face was as white as a piece of paper, and the beads of sweat on his forehead flowed down his face.

Judging from tonight's performance, the old monk really has some real skills, and I have regarded him as an old liar more than once. Speaking of which, I missed him.

But speaking of which, he is really like an old liar, he was originally a monk who eats meat and is lustful, what kind of system has he become?

When I was in the car, I suddenly remembered that the old monk had said something to me before he fell into a coma, that he was going to drink deer blood.

I hurriedly made a call to Yang Xiu and asked Yang Xiu to make something that could drink deer blood no matter what.

The old monk was carried back to my residence, and Yang Xiu also sent deer blood, and I fed the old monk a bowl of deer blood. Let him lie down on the bed.

I lit a cigarette and smoked slowly.

"Four dead? Didn't all the people who came in die there? ”

These two sentences were said to me by the old monk before he fell into a coma. That is, there are indeed people alive.

But who could this person be? Inunction? Or Jiang Tianji? Or is it a cold front? Ahba?

Leng Feng and Ah Ba are unlikely! The abilities of these two guys are obviously inferior to Tu Chi and Jiang Tianji.

If it's one of these two, it's not good for me. Neither is a small role.

Lighting a cigarette, I couldn't help but glance at my chest. The two snakes, one black and one red, were intertwined and coiled around my chest like that.

Strange and obscene acacia, Gu poison, old Burma.

I was quietly thinking about the question when I suddenly asked a foul smell.

"It stinks!" I couldn't help but cover my nose. Stood up.

It's not the smell of feces and urine, it's a rotten smell, like a piece of stinking meat in your home.

I thought the stench was wafting in from outside, but when I walked outside the balcony, the stench subsided.

That is, this stink is in my home.

At home? Impossible! I don't cook in it. And the stench is sudden.

I covered my nose and went back into the room, the stench was still there.

Moreover, the further you go inside, the more stinky it becomes. It stinks, and even disgusting.

Suddenly, I realized that the smell could be coming from the old monk's body.

I tried to get closer to the bed where the old monk was lying, and the closer I got to it, the stronger the smell became.

Sure enough, it stinks! It is impossible for a normal person to stink so much, unless it is a decomposing corpse.

Thinking of this, I was shocked, could it be an old monk?

I subconsciously thought that the old monk was dead, but I quickly thought that even if the old monk was dead, it would not be possible for him to stink so quickly!

Just as I was guessing all this, the old monk sat up all at once.

He bounced off the bed almost like a spring.

"Teacher, nephew, are you awake......" I was surprised and delighted. However, the voice did not fall. I was taken aback again.

Because I saw the eyes of the old monk, his eyes were blood-red, and the whole socket was blood-red, and I couldn't see the eyeballs at all.

These eyes are terrifying!

"Teacher's nephew, teacher's nephew...... You. Are you okay? I asked in fear.

"Smack!" The old monk suddenly lay down again, and at the same time closed his eyes.

I quietly approached, then gently patted his arm, and cautiously shouted, "Teacher nephew? Teacher, nephew, are you alright? ”

"Huh?" Suddenly, the old monk groaned, and then opened his eyes with difficulty, "Little uncle? ”

"Thank goodness you finally woke up?" I let out a long sigh.

"It's okay! I ......" he suddenly pursed his mouth, "ah...... Blood? What blood? He glared at me and asked,

"Deer blood...... I was like a second monk, "isn't this what you said you wanted to drink deer blood before you fell unconscious!" ”

"Ah...... Deer Blood ...... It's really deer blood......" The old monk muttered to himself, looking very nervous.

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