Because this dormitory area is a place of gathering yin, there should be a lot of ghosts. It stands to reason that there is no way to live in this. Such a shady place is actually used as a dormitory area, and it is difficult to think of it. The problem is, this area has only recently had an accident, which makes me wonder why! These three Yin Evil Arrays are at least a few hundred years old, how can something happen now, and the Yin Evil Qi here is not very strong.

When things go wrong, there must be demons. It's common sense. Everything is unusual here, and that's what confuses me. In addition, the reason why Kong Sili was allowed to put it alone and had a red mole on his eyebrows came in because such a person belonged to the Yin body. If such a person absorbs the evil spirits, he will become an evil demon.

To be able to call it a demon represents another level of realm. Although this kind of demon is the lowest level, it is also comparable to the Venerable realm. It's not something that can be compared.

The night gradually thickened, and the moon seemed very hazy, even the starlight was the size of a grain of rice at night. Such a night sky is really two worlds like two worlds compared to the scene of the moon and stars in my hometown.

Constance was always waiting outside the book community. I don't know if this Oriental can solve the matter here. However, it is not for the sake of the safety of the Oriental, but the matter of this dormitory area is likely to affect whether the entire Yale University can exist.

As for the Oriental, although Constance is afraid, he doesn't pay much attention, and the person who can solve it with money needs too much attention? The matter is settled, as long as he still has a life, then give him money, maybe it will be used in the future. If he didn't come out, then he would have to go to the Holy See again and ask Juvens to take action. However, although Juvens does not want money, he will allocate all the property of the Constance family to the sphere of influence of the Holy See, and this price is unacceptable to Conselli, and it is unacceptable.

While Constance was anxiously waiting, the night had completely covered the ground, the dormitory area was already like a ghost area, and even the police officers on duty couldn't help but lean on the car and rest for a while. All that was left was the silence of the wind, the rustling of the leaves.

"Ghost weather!" Peter, the police officer in charge of the guard, grumbled, looked enviously at his partner, who was dozing off in the car, and lit a cigarette.

Smack! Smack! From a distance, there was a crisp and rhythmic sound of footsteps. A solid figure, dressed like a medieval monk and covered by a trench coat, walked slowly.

"Who's standing there?" Before a cigarette had entered his lungs, Peter saw the figure coming from a distance, and immediately kicked his partner in the car vigilantly, while pulling out his pistol and keeping it on guard.

The figure didn't answer, and continued to walk forward without hurrying. The footsteps sounded like a drumbeat that seemed to hit Peter's heartbeat with each blow.

"Stop, I'm going to shoot if I don't stop!" Peter took the pistol and aimed it at the other side. His head was covered with beads of sweat.

The figure in front is not considered strong, on the contrary, it looks very thin, and looks like a woman's body. But such a figure, which could usually be solved with one punch, made Peter tremble, as if a primitive fear had occupied all his mind for no reason.

"What's wrong with Peter!" Zach jumped out of the car and asked absentmindedly, but when Zach saw the figure approaching, his eyes instantly became sharp, and he took out his pistol and stood in a line with Peter.

Smack! Smack! Smack! The footsteps still didn't stop.

Peter and Zach involuntarily took a step back.

Brush Brush Brush! More than a dozen pillars of light came over, and the noise that would make the surrounding police officers completely lose their sleepiness, and they stared at the figures who didn't know whether they were alive and dead one by one.

"Bang!" Peter fired a shot into the air. The gunshot rang out, and he felt a little confident in his heart, and shouted again: "This is a warning that one step earlier, you are going to shoot!" ”

The figure did not pause at all, and still approached step by step. The sound of clattering footsteps made Peter feel as if his heart was about to stop.

"Bang! Don't talk nonsense, kill the girl first! Zach pulled the trigger, his face hideous.

Zach's marksmanship was very accurate, and the bullet definitely hit the opponent's forehead. Peter even saw a snowflake splash out. I can't help but breathe a sigh of relief, as long as the other party is a human being, I will definitely die transparently.

But moments later, Peter and Zack's eyes widened at the same time.

The voice didn't fall, it just swayed, took a step back, and then stood quietly in the night. The light also hit the black shadow at this time.

Dressed in a black robe, the whole body is tightly wrapped, and the hat is very wide, covering the entire face with only one chin. A mouth is slightly upturned, as if pulling out a smile, but it makes people feel a trace of coolness from the bottom of their hearts.

Peter and Zach involuntarily took a step back again. The hand holding the gun trembled. They have been a police officer for more than ten years, fighting with bandits, guns, and fighting, and they have never flinched, but today, they are afraid.

Have you ever seen someone who gets shot in the head and looks at you smiling as if nothing happened?

Burst! Zach's forehead suddenly splattered with blood. Barely reacted and fell directly to the ground.

"Zach!" Peter was crazy, but he didn't know what was wrong with Zach! The person in front of him didn't make any moves, but Zack fell directly to the ground as if he had been shot, and even Bai Huahua's brains flew out.

Peter turned his head and looked around frantically, trying to find the man who dared to shoot Zach.

At this moment, the figure in front of him suddenly moved, stretched out a pair of hands with long white sleeves, slowly lifted up, lifted his hat and exposed his whole face.

What kind of face is this! It's like being wrapped in a fog all the time, and it seems impressive to see it even if it's not real. The blood-red mole between the eyebrows is even more eye-catching.

Peter flinched, out of fear, and remembered what the mysterious Oriental had told him to let him in if he met a man with a red mole between his eyebrows.

Although, Peter felt, Zach died because of this devil in front of him. But Peter could not afford to take revenge. It feels like you're standing at the foot of a mountain, looking up at the mountains. How can a man fight against a mountain, even if it is digging at the foot of a mountain, with just one pair of hands? Is it possible?

The black-robed man looked at Peter with a strange look in his eyes, and smiled again.

His mouth was not covered by a hat so that Peter could see it clearly, and it was so large that the corners of his mouth could even split the entire skull in two.

Peter took two steps back, trembling and falling to his knees with his legs limp.

Smack! Smack! Smack! The black-robed man didn't look at him again, and slowly walked towards the dormitory area.

The light followed almost all the way, and it was not until ten minutes later, when the figure of the black-robed man was no longer visible, that other police officers ran over.

Constance had been watching, trembling all over, but he didn't dare to say a word or even despise why his heart was beating so hard. Knowing that the black-robed man had disappeared, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"If there really is a person with a red mole between the eyebrows! How did that Oriental know, right? "Constance had just flashed a year, and it went out in an instant. In any case, neither the other party nor this black-robed man could provoke him.

The headache should be left to a professional person. Let that Oriental man have a headache. Thinking of this, Constance decided not to wait anymore, he had already figured it out, and it was a big deal to surrender to the Holy See, although the family would lose the initiative because of this, but it was better than being destroyed.

The aroma of the drunken dragon drink was very strong, and I was lying on my back on the roof, with my legs crossed, looking a little bored. The question of whether you can sister or not can be solved tonight, I just wait a little longer, waiting for your demon with a red mole between his eyebrows to appear.

For the rest, the key is to have further clues after the demon appears.

The realm of the soul has already begun. I can't be too careful with it. I had noticed it from the moment the black-robed man appeared, but I didn't stop it.

It's not a Chinese person who died, so it doesn't matter to me. Besides, I've already reminded them. As for Consri, I don't even bother with it. That old slippery head and I are just a deal, and my character is really a little aggrieved when he says it, but he is actually a wage earner who takes money to work.

But that's nothing, the secrets hidden in Yale University are what I'm most curious about, and I have something to do with Mao Xueying, even if there is no Constance back, I will solve it. The deal with Constance was nothing more than a bunny beating.

The night was still very thick, there was no one on the plane, all the lights were off, and the surrounding silence was uncomfortable.

The black-robed man walked to dormitory seventeen, raised his eyes and looked up, just looking at it without any movement.

Still lying on my back on the roof, I picked up the bottle and took a sip of it. He sat up and said in a flat tone, as if he had met a friend, "Here, then come up!" ”

The black-robed man didn't move, but the red mole between his eyebrows emitted a strange light. The surroundings seemed to be in a sea of blood, and the cries of the soul came and went.

"Alas!" I sighed, still sitting and looking at the sky: "It's so hard to find a pure sky now!" ”

It was just an irrelevant word, but the black-robed man moved, disappeared directly in place, and then appeared in front of me again, looking at me with a pair of eyes without emotion.

This can't be said to be a pair of eyes, it is almost the same as an ornament. These eyes are like a fish quilt stranded on the shore, dry, and after death, although empty, there is an indescribable resentment.

I shook half a bottle of Drunken Dragon Drink in my hand, and asked with a smile, "Do you want to take a sip?" ”