Chapter Twenty-Seven: One Punch

And Ming Dao didn't know anything about it, he was standing outside the door at the moment looking at the four Chen Zhi in the house, with a thoughtful look on his face.

Chen Zhi looked at Ming Dao standing outside the door and hesitated, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes without leaving a trace, and he did urge gently: "What are you still standing outside?" Come on in. ”

Ming Dao put a smile on his face and nodded.

"Okay."

Ming Dao took a light step, just at the edge of the door, as if he wanted to enter the bedroom.

A strange look flashed in the eyes of Chen Zhi and the four of them, the corners of their mouths twitched slightly, and they looked as if they were laughing, but there was an indescribable weirdness.

"Oh, by the way, fat man, did you have something falling underneath?"

Ming Dao suddenly retracted his step, turned his head to look at Pang Fatzi, and asked in a slightly surprised manner.

Pang Yi instantly understood, pretended to touch his body, and then said in surprise: "Really, my phone seems to have fallen underneath, I remember Brother Dao, your phone seems to be put with me." ”

"Yo, really, let's go down and get the phone."

Ming Dao and Pang Fatzi turned around and prepared to walk downstairs, Chen Zhi and the four people in the house looked stunned, they didn't expect to make such a fuss, Tan Long stepped forward and stepped out of the house and grabbed Ming Dao's wrist.

Ming Dao turned his head and his eyes swept over Tan Long's hand, and then looked at Tan Long in surprise.

"What does Mr. Tan mean by this?"

There was a cold touch from Mingdao's wrist, his wrist was like ice, cold and piercing, and his skin felt that Tan Long's palm was like dead wood, without the slightest activity of a normal person's palm, as if he was hooked by a long dried wooden branch, that kind of touch Mingdao was familiar, as if he was shaking hands with an eighty or ninety-year-old man.

The eighty or ninety-year-old old man, the blood qi in his body has long been slowly flowing, and the skin in his hands is naturally like dead wood without the support of flesh and blood, but Tan Long in front of him is obviously not more than thirty years old, how can his palm be so old, but the palm of Tan Long that Ming Dao saw in front of him is no different from a normal person.

Tan Long saw Ming Dao looking at his palm with strange eyes, and reflexively withdrew his hand, and Ming Dao and the two of them just went downstairs to get their mobile phones, and their reactions were inevitably a little too big.

"Mingdao, don't get me wrong, I'm just anxious about my little sister's business, I can't lose my phone if I put it below anyway, my little sister has reached a critical juncture, so I want to say that I want to ask the two of you to stay and take a look."

Tan Long has said this, Ming Dao will be a little too much to say if he refuses, after all, human life is at stake, if Ming Dao is just going downstairs for the mobile phone at this moment, Yu Yu Li can't say it first.

Ming Dao grinned

"Okay, let's go in and have a look."

Ming Dao was the first to step into the house, and the three people standing in the house instantly made way for Ming Dao, and even Ren Qiu, who was invincible before, looked at Ming Dao quietly at this moment, took a step back and gave way to the seat next to the bed, and let Ming Dao get closer.

Chen Zhi blocked behind the two of Ming Dao, and the three of Ren Qiu in front of him stood in a pocket-shaped position, like a huge mouth, as long as the two of Ming Dao stepped in, they would devour it.

Ming Dao had a faint smile on his face, and stepped into the three of them without the slightest fear, Ming Dao's eyes swept over the faces of the four people, and Chen Zhi and the four of them seemed to have changed their faces from the moment Ming Dao stepped into the room.

Indifferent, gloomy, and looking directly at Ming Dao, there is a faint hint of greed, yes, greed, like a beast discovering its prey.

Ming Dao turned a blind eye, as if he hadn't noticed the abnormality of Chen Zhi and the others, and walked directly to the bed.

"Huh? Tan Long, your sister is still covered with her head covered when she sleeps? Aren't you afraid of suffocating to death? ”

If these words had been beaten elsewhere, how could anyone have said this, saying this is basically similar to sticking a note on the face "You come to beat me", it is a lack of beating, but after Ming Dao said this, Tan Long and his son, who were standing on the side, did not react, just looked at Ming Dao lightly.

"Mingdao, the problem that Mr. Ren found is under the quilt, you can open it and take a look."

Tan Runhua said next to him, but his voice did not carry the slightest emotion, like the sound of nine shades, surrounding his ears.

Ming Dao's body stiffened slightly, and he said with a twisted expression: "This is not very good, no matter how you say it, it is your daughter's bed, in case she doesn't wear anything, it won't be a loss." ”

What Ming Dao said was very vague, it sounded as if it was not the woman in the quilt who suffered, but literally it seemed that Ming Dao suffered a loss.

Ming Dao put his hand in his pocket, and Tan Runhua on the side said like a robot: "It's okay, some of them are for the little girl's illness." ”

Ming Dao nodded, and stretched out his hand towards the quilt.

"Then I'd better be respectful, ouch, the sand is in my eyes."

Ming Dao's hand that was about to touch the quilt in the distance suddenly retracted in front of him, rubbing his eyes with both hands, as if he was blinded by the sand, but no one saw a faint fire emanating from the gap in Ming Dao's fist.

"Okay, I'm sorry everyone, let's go on."

Ming Dao put his hand in his pocket again, and there were still ashes left in his palm.

When Ming Dao looked up again and saw the four of Tan Long, the light in his eyes flashed, where were the people standing in front of Ming Dao's eyes, it was clearly four dead corpses, the flesh had rotted, there were no white maggots coming out of the eyes, the grinning teeth were already gone, the empty mouth was wide open, as if to swallow the person, and the Tan Long people he saw before came were just some kind of illusion.

Being able to let himself and Pang Fatzi unconsciously get tricked, it seems that the people in the secret are really superb, and then look at the house, what kind of villa is this, Ming Dao and the two are now clearly standing in a barren mountain and wilderness, and the place where they are standing is just a dilapidated house, only some remnants of wood are still lingering to support, and then look at the bed, it is just a wooden stake, there should be some branches on it, a rotten face and gloomy eyes are staring at Ming Dao under the branches.

"Heh, I'll pull the quilt away."

Ming Dao continued to stretch out his hand towards the branch, and the four Tan Long people standing next to him looked at Ming Dao with a grim smile on their faces, as if their conspiracy was about to succeed, and the corpse under the branch was also preparing to give Ming Dao a fatal blow at any time.

The "Tan Long" behind him had also stretched out his hand and was ready to grab towards Ming Dao, and "Chen Zhi" and "Ren Qiu" also approached Pang Fatzi and prepared to make a move.

"Bang"

Just when everyone was about to make a move, Ming Dao's hand stretched out to the bed, and suddenly turned his palm into a fist, and smashed the ghost that was ready to attack on the bed with a punch, and suddenly the rotten juice splashed, and the fist was like a scorching sun, and instantly turned into a cloud of flying ash.

Tan Long and the three looked at Ming Dao with a stunned expression, and Tan Long's arm was stretched out and was about to touch Ming Dao's neck.

Ming Dao turned back casually and looked at Tan Long and the three of them, his face was still a little stunned.

"I'm sorry that my hand slipped and accidentally blew Ling Mei's head up, but seriously."

Ming Dao grinned.

"Sister Ling is really disgusting"

Ming Dao seemed to have only realized that Tan Long had stretched out his arm at this time, and the smile on his face became more and more obvious.

"Mr. Tan, what are you going to do?"