Under the cover of night, sexual authors also became active. They scratch their heads, wear heavy makeup, and are charming, standing under the street lamps, waving and flattering to the men who pass by.

Recruit one counts as one, and then hooked his shoulders and left the place to go to the alley at the back door of the building.

A man wearing glasses, dressed casually, and walking crookedly and looking like a drunken man, walked towards the woman standing in the dark and standing in a hidden place.

The woman standing on the street was indeed waving at the drunk, but she really didn't expect it to go so smoothly. The drunken man, the drunkard's intention was not to drink, but at the same time that the woman standing on the street wanted to hold his arm, he attacked as fast as lightning and as fast as the wind, only to hear the woman's scream, and fell to the ground softly. Then a black liquid flowed from the ground, black at night and bright red blood during the day.

The drunken man quickly returned to normal, ignoring the situation of the woman standing on the street falling to the ground and struggling and convulsing, but did not turn his head back.

At the same time, in the community. Su Qingmei was invited by the old man guarding the door to go to the mailroom, and sat there in a precarious position, watching the old man diligently bring a steaming water cup, looking at the window under the dark night sky, his heart was like numbness, thinking about Ji Zimo's current situation, and he didn't know where he went.

Su Qingmei felt very cold, and with Lao Zhaotou's hot boiled water, it was undoubtedly a charcoal in the snow. She didn't hesitate to pick up the glass of water, took a big sip, and suddenly felt a warmth slide down her throat and esophagus into its proper place.

"Thank you, so much ...... now" She hadn't finished her words of thanks, but she felt that her eyes were dark, and she was unconscious.

Old Zhao Tou laughed dryly: "Rabbit cub, if you want to fight with me, you are still very tender." As he spoke, he lifted the mask that covered his face, revealing a vicious and violent, slightly thin face.

He is not Yan Budao, but very similar to Yan Budao. He came here to find a treasure map of great value.

It has long been rumored in the community that Kang Zhentian has a priceless treasure map, which is said to have been stolen from a certain imperial tomb.

He put Su Qingmei on the bed, took the key to open the door from her, and hurriedly turned around and walked towards Kang Zhentian's house.

Ji Zimo left in a hurry just now, and didn't take away the key to open the door of Kang Zhentian's house. Su Qingmei took the key and chased after him, he walked quickly, went out of the door at once, disappeared into the night, and didn't know where he went.

The old man guarding the door actually didn't sleep, and had been secretly observing the movements of Ji Zimo and Su Qingmei.

This will seize the opportunity, he took action to get Su Qingmei, put her on the bed and pretended that he was sleeping, and then went to Kang Zhentian's house.

He was also interested in the painting hanging in the house, and then he tapped the painting very skillfully, and when he heard the sound of empty money coming from the painting, his face was overjoyed. Roughly uncovered the painting, and took out the fake Dao magic skin from the thin veneer.

Seeing that it was fake, he was shocked and hurriedly wanted to rehang the painting, but because of his recklessness just now, he removed the iron nail. He found the nail, and before he could do so, he heard the faint sound of footsteps coming from the doorway.

A low voice asked, "Who?" The footsteps at the door disappeared, and the surroundings were quiet, and the atmosphere was quiet and eerie. He seemed to feel a pair of invisible eyes staring at him at the door, and nervously took a few steps towards the door, subconsciously looking at the cat's eye.

It was pitch black outside, with no lights. The lights in the aisles are sensor lights, and it takes someone to activate them. However, things didn't seem to be that simple, and just as he was about to withdraw his eyes and continue to collect the things on the ground, that glance was very clear.

There was a frighteningly black pupil outside the cat's eye, this situation and this scene really frightened him instinctively took a step back, the color of fear appeared on his face, and he stammered and asked, "Who?" ”

It's an idiot to ask this, how can you know that it is a human with a pair of terrible black eyes? He retreated in horror, and he had no intention of recovering the mess in the house, just trying to find a way to get out and get away.

He thought of jumping off the kitchen railing, so he hurried towards the kitchen.

Ran to the kitchen, looked downstairs in a condescending position, and was shocked to see a person standing in the shadow of the street lamp at opposite angles just below the floor where he was.

A man who is more than 1.8 meters tall. He was looking at the man, and the man was looking up at him,! It's not a human being standing under the street lamp, it's a ghost! How can a person have a pair of pure black pupils without a trace of impurities! And he's seen it on TV and in movies.

A ghost, pretending to be a human, revealed only black pupils at a critical moment.

The man was scared and regretted not listening to the damn old thing.

What to do? What to do! He was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks, and turned around.

Finally stood at the door, and said that his heart was open, and it was a big deal to fight with him, and he said that he had a ghost exorcism in his bag for fear of his hair. Thinking about it like this, I had the confidence in my heart, so I went straight to the door, pulled out the dagger, and opened the door, but I didn't see the ghost with black eyes unexpectedly.

Oh Buzi was a little flustered, he couldn't care so much, and was about to go downstairs to the mailroom to kidnap Su Qingmei and talk about other things, this was one of the tasks given by the old man.

The old man went somewhere else, as if he was going to fight with someone, and he also brought with him the items used for the altar.

His messy footsteps and heavy wheezing echoed in the dead space, and when he left the unit building, he didn't see the ghost, and he finally let out a sigh of relief and ran straight towards the mailroom.

When I ran away, I deceived myself and comforted me that I must have been dazzled just now, and I hallucinated.

Entering the mailroom, he stared nervously at the man lying motionless in bed wrapped in a sheet. I really regret it, I went to the trouble just now, so it's better to go over the clouds and rain with her, so as to satisfy my long-term desire.

Time waits for no one, you have to take her away according to the old man's orders, and use her to hold another person very important to the old man hostage.

In this way, he stepped forward and tried to wrap her with the sheet and tie her up again, but when his hand touched the sheet, the person in the sheet struck out and punched him on the bridge of his nose.

The punch was so hard that the bridge of his nose was broken so painful that he screamed, took a step back, and looked at the man who attacked him. A man who looks very stylish, a cold and handsome man.

Yes, he is Ji Zimo who went and returned.

Ji Zimo sneered: "What's the matter, I helped Uncle Zhao pay you back this punch, and the next punch is me who helped my wife get justice." As he spoke, before the man could draw his sword, another punch slammed into the man's cheek with lightning speed, causing him to stumble, staggering backwards, and finally leaning against the wall before he could barely stand still.

A thread of blood flowed down the corner of his lips, staining his clothes red, and he looked very embarrassed.

Ji Zimo took a step closer, raised his fist and didn't smash it down, the man screamed in fright, squatted down on the ground, and the dagger in his hand had already fallen to the ground.

"Don't hit me, I, I just ran away, you broke the bridge of my nose."

Ji Zimo thought that the other party should fight back no matter what, and fight with him for a while. didn't expect him to be a bear bag, and his three fists and two feet collapsed.

"Hmph, why are you so stupid? If you don't know who you are, you will act for the tiger, and there will be no good end for aiding and abusing. Ji Zimo was full of disdain, and scolded contemptuously.

"Yes, it's the hero who lets me go, and I'll change my mind and become a new person."

"Come on! You tell me that the dog can change to eat, or if you eat it and show me, I believe you can change it. ”

"This, or not! I, I didn't make any big mistakes, the hero just let me go, how about the next time my brother asks for tea? ”

Ji Zimo shook his head and sighed: "If I want to choose to be friends with people or ghosts, I would rather choose to be with ghosts." ”

At the mention of ghosts, the grandson's eyes rolled, and he pretended to be nervous and said, "Don't say it, there are really ghosts here, just now I saw a very terrible ghost." ”

Ji Zimo broke his mouth and scolded: "Don't be pretentious, Lao Tzu is not afraid, can you still be afraid of ghosts?" As he spoke, he stepped forward and kicked this grandson hard and asked, "Tell Ji Ye your name, the purpose of coming here, maybe Ji Ye will really let you go when I am happy." ”

"Hey, my name is too ugly to say."

"Hurry up, my patience isn't that good." Ji Zimo shouted at the cabin in the mailroom: "Qingmei can come out." ”

Su Qingmei came out of it and supported the old Zhao head with a rickety waist.

"His name is Zhao You," the old Zhao Tou sighed and said, "The family is unfortunate, he is my son." ”

"Your son?" Ji Zimo stared at Zhao Tou in disbelief, and compared with the appearance of the old Zhao Tou. The two of them didn't look like each other at all, but they were very similar to that stinky Taoist priest Yan Budao. He compared, and asked suspiciously: "Are you really sure that he is your son?" ”

Seeing that Ji Zimo didn't believe his words, Lao Zhao's face was embarrassed, and he scolded Zhao Yu in hesitation: "Damn it, what are you going to do badly, you always do some shitty things like stealing chickens and dogs." ”

Zhao Yu lowered his head and let the nosebleed drip on the ground to form a pile of blood.

Lao Zhao scolded angrily as if he hated iron but not steel: "Go home." Zhao You had long wanted to slip away, and when he heard his father say this, if he was amnesty, he wanted to slip away without saying a word.

Ji Zimo shouted slowly, startling the old Zhao Tou and Zhao Yu at the same time, the latter was afraid of his iron fist, and glanced at the old Zhao Tou who was also stunned.

"You haven't answered the purpose of my coming here." Ji Zimo winked at Su Qing and asked her to close the door. Then, with a light smile, he raised his chin and said to Lao Zhao: "I always know that you are a lonely old man, and the community arranged for you to guard the door here, when did a son come out?" Could it be that he is the Monkey King, the stone is his mother, and you are his father. So how did you put in the effort to get the stone pregnant and give birth to Zhao You? ”

This novel is from the King of Books