"Uh-huh~"

Jiang Xiao raised his eyebrows, and at the same time focused his attention on this big library night watchman.

When he was eating last night, he noticed that the strength of this product was definitely not weak, and now look at this posture. I guessed it right.

After thinking about it again and again, Jiang Xiao couldn't find a suitable opportunity to make a move.

He didn't have professional training, and he could see it when he was in Vice City, and his control of strength was even worse than Mu Xitang, who fought against the famous old woman.

Although the little fan Mao talks a lot, the posture is really presentable.

In comparison, Jiang Xiao relied purely on brute force, and a set of Wang Ba Fists was used repeatedly, as for the peachwood sword

The feeling that this night watchman gave Jiang Xiao was not weird, and the peachwood sword should not be a problem.

Jiang Xiao's eyes sharpened, and he clenched his fists, examining the night watchman's standing posture and temperament, exploring his possible weaknesses.

The night watchman stood there, though thin, like an impassable mountain, and looked extraordinarily calm.

The surrounding air seemed to be filled with tension between the two sides, and even Bao Lebin, who had been talking, closed his mouth nervously at the moment.

His eyes swept uneasily back and forth between the two, apparently sensing a bad omen of impending an outbreak as well.

In contrast, the night watchman was even more calm than Jiang Xiao.

"Boy, don't rub it off, let's do it, don't let everyone down."

At this moment, Jiang Xiao and the night watchman were only three steps apart, and the air seemed to be frozen, so quiet that the sound of a heartbeat could be heard.

Jiang Xiao's eyes glimpsed the night watchman's footsteps adjusted slightly, move!

Knowing that his Wang Ba Fist may not be enough, but he still has his own speed and agility, at this moment of lightning, Jiang Xiao rushed forward violently and swung a punch into the side face of the night watchman.

However, the night watchman seemed to have expected this move, and with his body slightly on one side, Jiang Xiao's fist passed by and hit the air.

Immediately afterwards, the night watchman punched Jiang Xiao with a backhand punch, and the speed was faster than Jiang Xiao expected.

Jiang Xiao took a few steps back, barely dodging the heavy blow, and secretly complained in his heart, the strength of this night watchman far exceeded expectations, his moves were concise and efficient, and every punch and leg were full of murderous energy and strength.

Time seemed to stand still, and every intersection between the two sides seemed extremely tense.

Jiang Xiao relied on his own anti-heaven physique, and the night watchman was worthy of being the one who had the courage to help the curator stop Jiang Xiao.

The two gradually discovered that with such hand-to-hand combat, it was difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser.

Jiang Xiao's persistence and the calmness of the night watchman created a delicate balance, and between the staggered fists and feet, a glimmer of mutual recognition flashed in the eyes of both of them.

"Yes, if you practice for a few more years, I really won't be your opponent."

The night watchman's tone was full of surprise, and the arms and legs that he had touched Jiang Xiao were aching.

He couldn't help but wonder if this kid's body was made of iron?

And Jiang Xiao didn't say a word

He has an A-level regeneration talent, and in terms of continuity, this paralyzed man can't compare to himself.

But.

Now he is in no mood to grind with the other party, he just wants to leave this strange talk as soon as possible

In addition to this paralyzed night watchman, there is also a pig-headed curator on the side.

I couldn't help but shake my head and smile bitterly.

I thought that I would not be able to use the power of Bai Liu in this life

White Willow's Blessing (Rank X)

Just when Jiang Xiao was about to make a move, the curator suddenly laughed, a smile broke the tense atmosphere, the volume was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Alright, alright, let's stop here." The curator said leisurely and waved his hand at Jiang Xiao, "Jiang Xiao, you are really a difficult guy, but I appreciate your courage and tenacity, so let's do it, if you really want to leave, I will give you a chance." ”

Jiang Xiao stared at the curator tightly, his eyes revealing a light of distrust. He knew that this so-called [opportunity] was probably another trap.

"Okay, tell me, what do you want me to do?" Jiang Xiao said coldly, trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart.

The curator waved his hand, motioned for the surrounding staff to disperse, and smiled slightly: "It's very simple, check the thing that often appears outside the window of our funeral home, he has been looking out the window, the ghost is not gone, it has been a lot of trouble, you can find out its origin, and bring its clues, I will let you leave." ”

"The grimace outside the dead window, that's all you want?" Jiang Xiao was puzzled.

He's only been here for a day, and he's seen this guy twice.

However, the first time in the evening was obviously a person pretending, and after being exposed by him, he ran away in anger.

The second time was last night, but the window of the dormitory couldn't be opened, and Jiang Xiao couldn't be sure if they were the same person

The curator nodded, as if he knew the suspicion in Jiang Xiao's heart.

"Don't underestimate this task, it's far trickier than you think, many people have tried, but none of them can find out the truth."

After a pause, the curator added.

"Of course, you can choose other ways to leave, but I want to explain to you that even if you have the strength to kill me and the night watchman, you can't call the outside car to pick you up."

Jiang Xiao was silent for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

The reason why he didn't move was because he couldn't find a reason why the curator wouldn't let him leave, so most of this pig's head didn't lie, and if he wanted to have a car to pick him up, he must have worked here for ten years.

It is simply impossible to have this kind of patience yourself.

When night fell, Jiang Xiao stood at the window, waiting tightly for the other party's arrival, to be precise, he had been here for a day, but that big face never appeared again.

Maybe it's a coincidence, maybe it's because I feel the call in the dark, or maybe it's to complete the daily [Window Check-in Mission].

When Bao Lebin came over and called Jiang Xiao to go to dinner.

The grimace that seemed to be bleeding from the corner of the eye suddenly appeared!

Jiang Xiao's face remained unchanged, but his eyes were as sharp as knives.

He began to investigate his surroundings, observing the pattern and frequency of the ghost's appearance, which flickered outside the window whenever the night wind howled, and seemed to have some connection with the wind.

As if sensing that this guy with a peachwood sword on his back was not easy to mess with, this grimace floated away into the distance after hitting the card.

Can't be delayed!

As the so-called soldier is fast!

Jiang Xiao opened the window directly, his body flashed, and he disappeared into the darkness like a ghost.

The curator and the night watchman looked at Jiang Xiao's back motionless in the hall, waiting for the result.

The wilderness was silent, Jiang Xiao seemed to blend into the night, and his limbs were agile shuttling around the funeral home.

And that's when he found out.

It looks like a normal wilderness during the day, but at this time there are tombstones everywhere

Listening to the cold wind that kept echoing in his ears, Jiang Xiao held his breath and pushed his senses to the limit, trying to catch the trace of that grimace.

Suddenly, a trace of sound that did not conform to the night wind entered Jiang Xiao's ears.

It was a cry, with a singing melody, wafting from the direction of the ancient willow tree to the south of the funeral parlor. His heart moved, and he vaguely guessed that the origin of this grimace was related to the sound of this crying song.

Jiang Xiao followed the song silently, and the scene in front of him gradually became strange, and the surrounding tombstones seemed to tell him untold stories.

And the weeping song became clearer, and he could already make out the tremor of every note.

~

The badass' axe now rests against the bar, its wood smoothed by the man's call.

(End of chapter)