Ji Feng shrugged, looked at Su Kui across Xu Dahai, Yu Shasha and the others, and opened his mouth silently.

Su Kui nodded, indicating that he understood.

The phrase was, "That's crazy." ”

There is no cheating, no reason, Su Kui just believes him.

"Do you have old clothes that you don't want?" Ji Feng lowered his head and asked Yang Qiuhong.

Yang Qiuhong was still crying, and it seemed that she couldn't stop for a while. Su Kui looked at her appearance, a thought quickly flashed through her mind, like lightning, she didn't have time to catch it, and disappeared.

But when she looked at Yang Qiuhong, the way she looked at her was different.

"Okay."

Ji Feng looked around their room, and finally walked to the refrigerator, where there was a black plastic bag that he didn't know what to hold, he bent down to pick up Wang Jun's head through the plastic bag, and put it in the bag.

Su Kui, who witnessed everything, was speechless again.

Xu Dahai was also shocked by his movements and retreated, and exclaimed, "Ji Feng, you are too bold, right?" "The head of a dead man is still so weird that it will run around, and he dares to touch it?

"Whew-"

The young man in a white T-shirt and baggy shorts is just like all ordinary college students, except that he ignores what is in the plastic bag in his hand, of course.

Ji Feng's dark eyes seemed to flash with a sarcastic smile, but he said with a faint "um" in his mouth, and said: "Before my death, the eldest family was the same, and I didn't have an extra head than others, what is there to fear." Besides—" He paused, the light in his eyes uncertain, "I'm full of yang, and I've grown up in the dead since I was a child, and if anyone who doesn't have long eyes dares to come to me, just try." ”

He said it lightly, but a group of people changed their faces in unison.

Yu Shasha swallowed a mouthful of saliva, trembled her lips and asked, "Ji, Brother Ji, what do you mean by the pile of dead people?" ”

It's a little scary to say this.

It's not like in ancient times, when people died, they were all revitalized, and there were no mass graves or anything like that.

"Oh, this," Ji Feng didn't seem to hear the fear in Sasha's voice, and said casually: "I grew up in a funeral home, my adoptive father is the master of the funeral home, and I have seen a lot of dead people, and I have already been immune, what?" ”

He raised his thick eyebrows and looked at Yu Shasha.

Stared at by a pair of dark and dark eyes, Yu Sasha reflexively took two steps back and hurriedly waved her hand, "No, nothing." ”

Su Kui almost laughed, pursed his lips, and secretly slandered himself.

This man is really wilted, with a head in his hand, and he says such imaginative things.

It is estimated that after tonight, they will lose sleep again.

However, Su Kui can also understand why Ji Feng said this, and it is estimated that he also said it to the murderer behind the scenes. Anyway, he is not afraid of these things, it is useless to scare him with dead people, and he said that his adoptive father is the "old master" of the funeral home, and he used to be very chaotic at that age.

Who knows if this master will have some kind of craftsmanship?

So if the person behind the scenes wants to trouble him, he has to weigh it.

Su Kui lowered his head and endured the hard work of smiling, yes, he didn't notice the young man's slowly sweeping gaze, and when he caught the smile on the corner of her mouth, his clear black eyes darkened.

"What to do with him now?"

This "he" is naturally Wang Jun.

Ji Feng lifted the black plastic bag in his hand and asked.

With the covering, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, although they knew that the head was still in Ji Feng's hands, but it was not as shocking as the picture just now.