Night, eleven forty-three minutes.

Uncle Fat has taken refuge and they have taken refuge, and I guess Uncle Fat has taken the rest of the people to some safe and warm place, such as eating in a restaurant or eating barbecue at a barbecue stand

I'm here alone waiting to die?!!

"Forty-eight forty-nine" I counted the only gold ingots left in my hand with a hard face, and then according to Uncle Fat's instructions, I started to place them from Sun Yan's hand, and along the route, I placed them at the door of my home.

Each gold ingots are separated from the other gold ingots by a certain distance, although the route is not very regular, but when people take a closer look, they will find that the distance between these ingots is exactly the same, and the posture of the ingots is exactly the same, the tail is facing the place where Sun Yan is, and the head is aimed at the gate.

"According to the Guiyang Meteorological Bureau, from tonight to tomorrow night, there will be showers or thunderstorms, which may be accompanied by hail, strong winds, heavy precipitation and other convective weather"

The host on the TV was still chattering, and I glanced at the wall clock and couldn't help but yawn, and sleepiness seemed to start pouring in.

Lighting a cigarette, I sat back on the couch, rubbing my brow to refresh myself.

According to Uncle Fat, the keeper will not directly enter the bureau of ingots to send money at first, there must be a living person to lure it out, and then bring it to the place where the first ingots are at the gate, the most rear

"Well, I can't be idle these days." I tilted my head, looked at the smoky ceiling, shook my head and scolded myself: "What the hell is to blame for my own troubles, the dead friend is not the poor man, why do I care so much?" ”

Eh, surnamed Yi, are you a good person?

I'm sure not, opening a shop to sell high-priced goods for black people, this is the behavior of a gentleman and a good person?

So you're the bad guy?

Lao Tzu is a bad person, and I still help these unknown demons and demons to protect the peace of the world? Amused?

I was smoking a cigarette and bored.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a urge to urinate, looked at the time, and saw that there was still a while before the time when the keeper appeared, and going to the toilet should not delay anything.

With that in mind, I got up and walked to the bathroom.

Close the door, zip up, sprinkle water, and do it all in one go.

Just as I was about to withdraw the murder weapon after urinating, I guess it was a big move, and the cigarette in my mouth suddenly tilted towards the spark, and a lot of soot with sparks

"Ouch yo" I hurriedly dodged the attack of the second brother by the soot, and within two seconds, a layer of cold sweat broke out on my head.

Fortunately, Lao Tzu is agile, otherwise it would have been today

"Click"

Suddenly, there was a strange sound in the living room outside the toilet, and at the same time as this sound sounded, I couldn't help but shiver a few times.

I hurriedly zipped up my pants, walked to the toilet door with my breezes, and carefully opened a gap.

In the living room.

A pair of red high heels strolled around the living room, making a crisp "click" sound every time they took a step out.

I didn't see anyone wearing these shoes.

I didn't see anything that should have been.

All that caught my eye was the glaring pair of high heels.

"What the hell" I kept glancing left and right, looking for the figure that should have appeared, but I didn't find the grandson for half a sound.

The Yin Soul, the True Body, the Phantom Body, the True Body, I definitely can't see it.

But Uncle Fat said that when guarding people and harming people, there must be a phantom body, and if I guessed correctly, the pair of high heels outside should be part of the phantom body of guarding people.

"It's five minutes until twelve," I looked at the wall clock, and suddenly had a vague answer in my mind.

I'm afraid it's hard to determine when the keeper appeared, but it must have appeared before twelve o'clock, and after eleven o'clock.

It doesn't necessarily appear to harm people, but to wait, waiting for the time to come.

Didn't Uncle Fat say it?

Twelve o'clock is the time for it to get started.

"It's time to go out and lure the main force of the enemy." Thinking so, I put a cigarette in my mouth, lit it, and took a deep breath.

The smell of tobacco always numbs people's nerves.

Maybe it's because of the nicotine effect, I slowly calmed down after two puffs of cigarettes.

After thinking about what to do, I took a breath, opened the door and walked out.

"Click"

As I stepped out of the hall, the heels stopped moving and turned sharply, the toe of the shoe facing me.

It was as if someone out of sight had turned to stare at me, and the strange feeling was indescribable.

All in all.

I was so stunned that my calves and stomach softened all of a sudden, and if I hadn't sat on the couch in time, I guess I would have to sit on the floor.

"What," I shuddered, "where are you coming from?" ”

It's not, it's not a joke, I really asked such a happy sentence at the time.

In hindsight, I guess it was because I was a little nervous, after all, it was similar to the situation in a horror movie.

If it's a corpse or something, I can accept it, and I won't be so nervous, I've seen the evil of Lao Tzu and the Nine Dragons coffin, I'm afraid of you?!

The problem is that it's not a corpse, but a rather horror-like injustice, which kind of bothers me

In a way, I lost to the director of a horror film (note, a foreign director).

If it weren't for the fact that they made a bunch of movies that scared me but wanted to see them, maybe I wouldn't be so nervous at this time.

You must know that the current plot usually appears in movies, and the next thing is that the protagonist is going to start running for his life or being abused.

Of course, the movies that can make me feel trembling are all foreign, let's be Chinese horror films, well

In fact, it is not to blame the director and screenwriter for being talentless, but the review in some places is too strict, so strict that it can turn a horror film editing into a comedy.

"What are you doing here?" I continued to open the conversation, trying to get the attention of the ghost so that it would look at me unpleasantly and want to kill me, and then it would go straight to me, and then everything would be in harmony.

"Did you knock on the door when you entered?"

"I'll tell you, you have to be polite, and it's the same with being a ghost."

"Or else"

I chattered in the living room, and my mind became more and more relaxed, and the initial nervousness was long gone.

The method that Uncle Fat taught me seemed to be quite forceful, but it seemed to work, because as soon as I spoke, the high heels on the ground would tremble a few times, and that seemed to be the reaction I wanted.

Time passed quickly, and before the hands pointed to twelve, I didn't even react, and I was muttering unreliable words to myself.

"Click"

With the sound of high heels moving, my face changed, and I hurriedly got up and ran to the door of the room to stand.

This thing doesn't seem to be ridiculed by me, if it is allowed to go in like this, Sun Yan will die, but if I casually hurt it, Sun Yan will also die.

The embarrassing situation must be dealt with in some embarrassing way, which has never changed since ancient times.

"I'm grass, tell you not to go forward!!" I yelled to embolden myself.

Then the arrogant Qianyun stepped on the high heels, and then quickly retracted his foot, and his movements were extremely agile.

It's weird, isn't it?

When I stepped on it, I felt a touch, and the phantom body did not seem to be an illusion, but seemed to be real, maybe what I see and feel now is an illusion, but the touch is so real.

I'm a little confused, because I've thought about the consequences of stepping on this foot, and as a rule of thumb, my foot down should be the same as stepping on air, but

"Hiss!!!"

The sudden explosion of the evil beast told me that this foot was beautiful, and it directly stepped on the Yin Soul to blow up the temple.

Now everything is going according to the script I conceived.

If it blows up the temple, it will inevitably rush at my body, and then kill me, as long as it rushes away

"Come on," I gritted my teeth and looked at the heels, my palms trembling slightly.

Strange to say, when I was fully prepared, I only felt my head sink, as if someone had hit me on the head, and the severe pain accompanied by dizziness began to hit me.

Subconsciously touched the back of his head with his hand, only to feel a burst of wetness in his palm.

He withdrew his hand and looked at his palm, which was bright red.

I staggered a few steps forward, clutched my head in indescribable pain, and turned my head to look.

Sun Yan has already been rushed.