A smart person is bound to have a suspicious side in his personality.

The smarter you are, the more you love to ponder.

If you think too much, you will naturally look at everything with a skeptical eye.

Min Hua is a smart person.

When you encounter some abnormal phenomena, you will associate them with yourself.

The stone statue was bleeding, and he thought that God was warning him about such an evil sect subverting the three views.

Definitely not an illusion, not magic. It was blood, he could smell it.

First, do not steal, do not rob, third, do not kill, fourth, do not set fire, are harmless to others, ask yourself about justice and kindness, and have no loss of morality. What is there that needs to be warned from heaven?

It's not this interview mission!

Last night, the thin southern swordsman had warned him that he should not participate in the affairs of Nianzi Mountain, otherwise he would bear the consequences.

Now look at it, the stone statue is bleeding. Isn't it obvious?

Let's go, we have to go, I can't do this job.

He gritted his teeth and walked back, but he didn't take a few steps, stomped his foot hard, and crouched down irritably, clutching his scalp.

No, you can't go yet.

Let's not talk about what I promised people to do. This is the bottom limit for people, and it is Cigna. It is difficult for a man to act without faith.

Besides, if you go back here, Mu Fei won't be able to pass that pass, that guy has a gun, and when he gets angry, what can he do?

And this interview was entrusted to him by Jin Shengzhong, the richest man in China, and he did it badly, he didn't do it, and he ran away halfway, can Mr. Jin let him go afterwards? With that gentleman's energy, there were many ways for him to stay in Shangjing. The big man rectifies a small person like him, and he doesn't seem to be playing.

Bastard ah asshole asshole. I wouldn't have taken this bullshit interview if I knew it.

was cheated by others, he could scold the heavens and the earth, and finally find a way to retaliate back, but now, he couldn't identify it clearly, and he pitted himself. Deserve. If you don't die, you won't die, and he calls himself death.

Alas, what a miserable thing!

He shook his head with a wry smile, wiped his face vigorously, reinvigorated his spirits, and turned around and continued walking up the mountain.

As he walked, he began to become menacing and wanted to blow up.

If you can't hide from what you should come, then don't hide. According to the words of the Northeast people, those who are afraid of humming are afraid of humming, and those who are humming are afraid of dying.

If you should cut it, you can cut it, the dignified Northeast gentlemen, what are you afraid of.

It can sometimes be useful to give yourself courage. The speed at which he ascended the hill was noticeably quicker.

Meanwhile. In that ruined temple not long ago.

The bare Buddha statue without arms was covered with blood, some of which flowed from the eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and some from the body.

Click, the Buddha statue on its body, which originally had many scratches and cracks, suddenly cracked inch by inch, and then exploded open, exploding into a pile of rubble.

In the smoke and dust, the blood droplets splashed everywhere quickly gathered together, forming a blood bead the size of an egg.

In the wriggling, the blood beads elongated and deformed, turning into a little person more than ten centimeters high, his face was blurred, and there was blood flowing continuously, and the little man made a baby-like cry, and then found a direction and quickly rushed out of the broken temple. A trail of small, blood-colored footprints was left on the ground. There were also a lot of blood beads hanging on the blades of grass along the way.

The little man is very afraid of the sun, and when he is illuminated by the shredded sunlight in the woods, puffs of white smoke will come out of his body, making a painful hissing sound. Angrily waving his little fists and roaring into the sky. Then he ran into the forest.

Since then, more than a dozen corpses have appeared in the forest. They are very far apart from each other, but they are the same. All died from the loss of blood. The corpse was shriveled and had a purple-black complexion.

Bingcheng, an ordinary residence in Jiangbei Development Zone.

The handsome young man is in a suit and leather shoes, and the material of the clothes is very particular, which is the kind of handmade suit made by a special person. The white shirt inside is spotless, and the whole person looks elegant and noble. Holding a white handkerchief and gently wiping the blood from the corners of her mouth, there was a bare-shouldered female corpse lying on the bed, covered with a thin blanket.

The female corpse was very young, her black hair spread out on the pillow, her expression was stunned, and her big eyes were open to the extreme, and she did not blink a blind eye. The smooth neck has two blood holes the size of beans.

Suddenly, an elegant mobile phone rang, and the young man threw away his handkerchief, took out his mobile phone and connected it, and soon, his face changed.

"They're all dead, do you mean the people on the other side of Nianzi Mountain are dead?"

The voice of the person on the phone was filled with great fear, "Yes, young master, not only our people, but all the eyeliners of the major families here are all dead." ”

"What about Mu Fei? Where is he? The first thing that came to the handsome young man's mind was Mu Fei, and only that person had the ability to kill them all.

"It's still in the hotel, and I haven't touched the place."

The handsome young man's brows tightened, it's not him, who is that? Could it be that there are other forces interfering in the shadows?

"What was the cause of death of those people, have you found out?"

"He died of blood, his body was shriveled and his complexion was purple. It seems like...... Young master, I don't know whether to say it or not, this thing is too evil. ”

"Say." The handsome young man snorted coldly.

"Yes, I suspect it wasn't done by man. It's a vampire, it must have been a vampire. ”

"Shut up, you're out of the blue? Where in this world are there vampires, stupid. Okay, I know about this, wait for my news. ”

After hanging up the phone, the handsome young man fell into deep thought and glanced at the female corpse on the bed.

Vampires aren't the only ones in this world who can suck human blood. People can't, but ghosts can!

Yes! He suddenly screamed, his eyes were blood-red, his expression was hideous, he tore the collar of his shirt furiously, and covered his neck and face with both hands. The raised capillaries wriggled like earthworms, and strange cyan lines emerged from the neck and face, slowly forming a ghost face that covered the entire face, hideous and terrifying, and quickly disappeared. The whole process lasted seven or eight seconds, as if it had exhausted all the strength of the youth.

He sat on his knees, pale, panting for breath, but after returning to normal, his eyes bloomed brighter and brighter, rested for a while, and dialed another phone, "Uncle Jane, there is an accident over there in Nianzi Mountain, I have to go over and deal with it myself." ”

"Okay, I got it. Remember, you can't be impatient, the sky can't fall, everything is under control. ”

"Understood."

A ghost thing that can suck human blood, very good, very good.

But all ghosts are nothing more than eight kinds of mountain spirits, fire ghosts, green spirits, shadow spirits, leaving demons, wood spirits, red ghosts, and craggy monsters. I haven't seen it, and I can't tell it at the moment, but I can't let it go either.

He stood up and straightened his face as if nothing had happened, and the handsome young man regained his graceful and calm demeanor. He left with his front foot, and six or seven men in black came into the house to dispose of the corpse and eliminate all traces. The technique is swift and sophisticated. Soon after, an explosion occurred at the house, which is officially reported to be caused by the improper use of a gas canister. The hostess of the house was killed.

……

God, it's finally here, but I'm so tired.

Looking at the wooden house below Shi Feng, Min Hua sat down on a large rock, out of breath.

Surrounded by a birch forest, the wooden houses are located, and it is a beautiful picture.

Min Hua recovered slightly, took a deep breath, pushed open the fence gate in front of the wooden house, and walked into the small courtyard.

The three rooms are all wooden houses made of logs, the windows are pasted with window paper, and under the eaves of the outside are dried mountain goods such as mushrooms and reishi. Suddenly, it seemed to go back to the twenties and thirties. He was visiting an old hunter who had lived in the mountains and forests for a long time.

"Is anyone there? Excuse me, I'm a reporter from Beijing, and I want to interview you. ”

I greeted him several times, but no one answered. Is there no one in the house?

Min Hua shouted a few more times, but there was still no movement. He leaned in front of the window paper, and looked inside, but could not see anything clearly.

He licked his fingers, wondering if he was poking a hole in the paper......

No, if there is no one in the house, what difference does he do it from being a thief?

When I walked to the door, I found that the door was unlocked, but it couldn't be opened. He pushed hard, but didn't push. It's been tightly closed.

I walked around the house a few times, and finally I had no choice but to sit in the courtyard and wait.

In the evening, he was already drowsy, and at the end of the day, he had eaten two pieces of bread, which had already been digested, and he was tired and tired, and he was really a little unable to hold on.

In a daze, I don't know when, there was an extra figure in front of me.

He immediately came to his senses, rubbed his eyes, and saw the person in front of him clearly.

He was a short, somewhat hunchbacked old man, with a dark complexion, a wrinkled face, and gray hair that was disheveled. Double-breasted placket gray coat, black bloomers, tight trouser legs. Cloth shoes with mille-feuille soles. The old man had his hands behind his back, and his eyes were like those of a falcon, and they were unusually sharp.

Min Hua hurriedly stood up, looked at the thin old man in front of him who had just reached his chest, and was a little surprised, this is the almost ninety-year-old veteran of the Anti-Japanese Federation? This dress has a sense of history, like a martial arts master during the Republic of China.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"

Oh, I'll go, this man has such a loud voice, and he talks like thunder. It really makes people's ears buzz.

Min Hua subconsciously covered his ears and said loudly: "Hello senior, I am a reporter from Beijing, my name is Min Hua, and I want to interview you." ”

"Fuck off!" The old man was very polite, and directly and rudely ordered the eviction. Then he turned and walked towards the door of the cabin.