Liu Chengfeng revealed a shocking thing to everyone.

That's inside and outside the Bloodgate...... There is a world that is fake.

Liu Chengfeng's reaction to not wanting to find out the truth is normal.

Imagine that one day you find that the world you live in is a fictional world, and all the relatives, friends, and partners you know in it...... Even yourself is a false image, how terrifying is that?

"Thank you for your beard, you can go back first......"

Liu Chengfeng didn't say anything more, pushed the door and was about to leave, and when he left, he suddenly glanced back at the three people in the room.

"Besides, you can't stay out of it now, sometimes they will come to you and ask you to help you do something, and you ...... Can't refuse. ”

"But you don't have to worry too much, at least so far, that 'me' in the Bloodgate World hasn't asked me to do anything crazy, just asked me to help them collect something."

The three nodded in understanding, but their eyes were different.

Liu Chengfeng stood at the door and thought carefully.

"There's one more detail you need to remember, they will call the Shrine a shrine, so that you won't be able to find a place when the time comes."

With that, he left.

In the room, the three of them had strange faces.

The people behind the Blood Gate call the Trickster ...... Shrines?

Immersed in thoughts, Ning Qiushui thought that the terrifying female ghost in his first blood door had broken free from the restrictions of the earthbound spirits, and it was extremely powerful, but even then it didn't dare to approach the bus that came to pick them up and take them back to the strange house.

In the blood gate that he experienced with Liangyan, the head-raising ghost seemed to want to challenge authority, but it was destroyed in a matter of moments.

If that looks like that...... The power of the Yaksha is unimaginably great.

It's just that the shrine is a place dedicated to the gods, how can they let these mortals live?

"If you can't figure it out, don't think about it."

Bai Xiaoxiao stretched her waist and her voice was leisurely.

"Look at the expressions of the two of you, you're almost enchanted."

"I'm going to go to sleep, Qiushui, I'm going to take orders and brush the door in a few days, will you go with me?"

Looking at Bai Xiaoxiao's eyes, Ning Qiushui nodded.

"Okay."

There is really no reason for him to refuse such a thing.

Bidding farewell to Rosemary Manor, Ning Qiushui returned to his new residence.

He hadn't lived in this place a few times since the mole had arranged it for him.

Turning on the computer, Ning Qiushui checked the information of "Red Bean".

Before, he vaguely suspected that the red bean was Liu Chengfeng.

But after seeing Liu Chengfeng today, this feeling has faded a lot.

"Red Bean" has received a letter from heaven, which proves that he has passed the test of the seventh blood door at least once, and the bearded man has not been in the secret house before, there is no way to pass through the door, and most of the time when the blood door is opened, Tian Xun is in the secret house, if the bearded man comes back, he will definitely be able to see it.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

With the relationship between Xuan Qingzi and Xuanqingzi, it is much more convenient for Ning Qiushui to contact the 'Red Bean'.

If you have trust in each other and can connect, then clues and information can be shared.

In the chat column, "Red Bean" did leave him a line of information.

Very simple information.

[Rashomon has a lot of killers, right in Pomegranate City, they are looking for you]

Ning Qiushui's eyes froze.

Rashomon's killer came looking for him?

He turned on his phone and contacted the Mole, whose voice was tinged with surprise.

"Coffin, are you alive?"

Ning Qiushui was speechless.

"So looking forward to my death?"

"Mole" smiled.

"What's the matter with me?"

Ningqiu Waterway:

"There have been a lot of killers looking for me lately?"

On the other end of the phone, there was a 'cut'.

"When are there not many killers looking for you?"

"How many enemies do you have, don't you count them in your heart?"

Ning Qiushui:

"Send me all the information about the killer who came to me recently and checked me."

Mole:

“OK。”

A minute later, Ning Qiushui received a detailed document with dense information written on it.

Ning Qiushui came to the window, closed the curtains, then turned on the light and sat in the back room to carefully check the information on it......

…

Night.

At No. 38 Chengji Street, a man in a sweatshirt and a hood walked into a bookstore.

The boss sat at the cash register, boredly checking the newspaper in his hand, he was a middle-aged man, and his little beard looked like a mime on TV.

His eyes would always glance to the side quickly, glancing at the surveillance that could look down on the entire bookstore.

But in the process, his body will not move in the slightest.

Steady as a stone.

If anyone were on his side, they would have seen a black pistol next to the keyboard under the cabinet.

He just put it in that place so brightly that he didn't even think to hide it.

Residents of Pomegranate City are not allowed to carry firearms at will, and if they want to possess firearms, they need to submit a report to their superiors and undergo regular inspections by the superintendent every month.

But the man obviously doesn't care, but if someone wants to check his firearm, he has many ways to make it disappear right under the nose of the other person.

It doesn't matter if he fails, he can make the gun-checker disappear, and he won't stay in Pomegranate City for long anyway.

The owner of the bookstore quickly noticed the hooded young man who had just entered.

The other party didn't seem to come to read the book.

He wandered around the bookstore for a long time, as if he was looking for something.

The owner of the bookstore reached for the pistol next to the keyboard, hid it in his sleeve, and approached the young man in a sweatshirt and hood with a flattering smile.

"Uh, young man, I see you've been hanging around in my bookstore for a long time, I'll find you any books you want to read!"

The young man glanced back at the bookstore owner and said with a smile:

"I'm not here to find a book."

"Our bookstore, if you don't come to look for books, what are you looking for?"

The middle-aged man said, and the gun hidden in his right sleeve had been quietly opened from the safe.

The young man seemed completely unaware of this, and he scratched his head.

"I'm looking for a mop."

"Mop?"

The bookstore owner was also stunned and said that he was stunned.

"Mops should go to the grocery store, I don't sell mops here."

His spirit remained highly tense and focused.

No professional killer can avoid the problem that while you are killing, there are people who want to kill you.

How do you avoid being killed?

Of course, we will not let go of any suspicious phenomenon.

A lot of times when you think there's a problem, it's probably a real problem.

The young man stared at the middle-aged boss and sighed, not noticing the other party's killing intent at all.

"I know it's a bookstore, but just now someone outside gave me 200 yuan, and he said let me come to this bookstore and hang around to see if there's anything like a mop......"

When the bookstore owner heard this, his hand holding the gun became slightly stiffer.

He carefully leaned his back against the bookshelf, then slowly turned his head to look out of the bookstore.

There was no one outside the bookstore.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but as soon as he turned around, a nail gun was already on his forehead.

The bookstore owner's pupils shrank, and cold sweat had begun to ooze from his forehead.

"You only entered the industry when you were a killer, you believe what others say, and you don't pay attention to it at all, how did you survive until now?"

The young man who was wearing a sweatshirt and hood just now had a childish look on his face swept away, replaced by a chilling smile.