Night fell quietly, and Xu Changsheng had already left.

Su Changqing drank half-lukewarm water, and the two long objects pinned to his waist had been disassembled, a peachwood sword and a pig-killing knife, both of which were quietly placed on the table.

At this time, Su Changqing did not dare to neglect his duties, after all, it was still relatively early, what if an employee in the factory suddenly came over again? So he planned to go in at 1 a.m. again.

Su Changqing has never solved this thing, he was not afraid of killing devils before, because he was also human, flesh and blood, and now he had to face this kind of ethereal and empty thing, and he was a little nervous for a while.

"Whew......" he drank quietly, his beating heart slowly calming down.

The most important thing now is to recharge your batteries.

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*

Minutes and seconds passed, and soon it was midnight.

This is a room on the second floor of the guest house.

A young monk slammed out of bed, his eyes so intense that they seemed to glow in the dark.

Looking at the little monk beside him, his originally serious face softened slightly. He swept the package on the table into his bosom and opened the window.

This is the second floor, the height is not high, and it is dark outside except for the street lights that are still on.

Tie the package to his body, and the young monk jumps on the windowsill and jumps down!

He jumped down with great lightness, without making a sound, and fell to the ground with his back hunched like a cat.

The young monk was naturally Yuanguang, and at this moment he slowly straightened up and walked towards the factory.

That place was the yin and yang transfer station of the former water market, and this time he and Yijing came to this small county town, and they went here.

The buildings on the side of the road are pitch black, and the occasional half-open windows, like the mouths of a living person, exude a bleak and eerie exude, very different from the bustle and extraordinariness of the day.

What Yuan Guang didn't know was that when he jumped out of the window, the little junior brother who he thought was already asleep quietly opened his eyes.

"Senior brother, it's so late...... Where are you going......"

Yijing lay on the bed, propped up his little head, and quietly looked at the window.

......

Because in the daytime, Yuanguang has quietly stepped on a good point, so this time it was very familiar with the road.

Walking quickly on the street, Yuan Guang did not choose to run, but chose to walk, this is to conserve his strength, after all, the place he is going to now is the old yin and yang transit station of a city, and he doesn't know what will happen when he goes there, so it is better to be careful.

When I came to the outside of the factory, the lights in the guard's room were on, but there was no one inside. This should have been something to be happy about, but it inexplicably made Yuanguang's heart skip a beat, as if something was about to happen.

When inquiring during the day, Yuanguang learned from the hotel proprietress that the Xingxin stationery factory was on the day shift and the night shift, and they were two different people. One is an ordinary middle-aged person who has been here for many years, and the other is an elderly person who has been working the night shift the longest time.

This factory always makes a lot of strange things at night, and it used to scare away a lot of people, but now there is an old man who breaks the situation. With this alone, Yuanguang can't underestimate him.

And the person who should stick to his post at this moment is not in the guard room at the moment. It may be that I went to the toilet, I may have gone to eat, but it is also possible...... It's on patrol.

If it's really a patrol, then things can be a little bad.

Yuan Guang was a little worried, but the expression on his face was more serious, and in order to avoid cameras near the guard's room, he quietly came behind the wall behind the guard's room.

Glancing at the high wall, he jumped up in a dashing manner and went directly into the perimeter of this factory.

As a monk of Baiyun Temple, although he often recites scriptures and cultivates Buddha, as a warrior monk, this martial arts practice is essential.

Stepping on the soft lawn, Yuanguang quietly entered the factory all the way.

At this time, the factory was fully lit, and the soft light illuminated the light of the room, and it seemed that even the moonlight outside the house was a little dimmed.

......

*

The second floor of the factory.

Su Changqing walked in this long corridor, his footsteps were extremely thin, and the bottles and cans filled with black dog blood in the bag on his chest only made a slight hitting sound.

The air was a little quiet, and there was a faint sound of a clear young man singing, mixed with a rustling sound, which made Su Changqing's heart "bang" a beat.

"Liu Mengmei doesn't sell pears, but she is afraid that Chang'e will be jealous ~ color and flowers ~ angry ~ , waiting for me to be sour Liu frowned. Mixed ~ such as ~ drunk ~ "

The sound of erhu flows quietly around, with an intoxicating atmosphere.

Su Changqing's rough and dry hands, I don't know when they were slightly wet, his heart sank, and he thought of the system task again, there was no good result at both ends, so it was better to fight.

At least...... He wanted to live.

Su Changqing took a light breath, holding a pig-killing knife and a peachwood sword in each hand, and slowly walked towards the place where the sound came from.

The air seemed to be heavy, and he felt in a trance that the blade could vaguely cut through the arc in mid-air, and even his steps couldn't be lighter.

Maybe...... If he can't beat him, he can still run.

Su Changqing smiled bitterly.

It's closer...... It's close to that place.

Su Changqing stopped and stopped in front of a door.

This is the office of the owner of the Xu factory.

He quietly opened a crack in the door, and there was no light on inside, but a dark shadow could be faintly seen sitting on a chair with his back to him, and the sound of Kunqu Opera came from a long object on the table.

Su Changqing watched quietly, and for a moment he couldn't figure out whether the other party had found him, he held his breath and observed the scene inside.

"Sand"

This is the sound of clothes rubbing, and Su Changqing, who was still observing, only felt his shoulders sink suddenly!

Who?!

Su Changqing's eyes became sharp in an instant, and he suddenly turned his head.

And the moment he turned his head, he saw a large shiny light bulb, looking at him with a serious face.

Monk?

I saw that the monk saw the moment he turned his head, stretched out one hand straight, and slashed towards his neck without hesitation.

Su Changqing didn't have time to think about it, and immediately reflexively dodged it, the old bones made a clicking sound, and the bottle in the package on his chest made a crisp sound of "bang bang stunned".

The sound was loud, like spring thunder in the silent corridor.

Su Changqing's expression froze for a moment, his movements froze in place, and he didn't dare to move, hoping that the things inside would not be discovered.

He raised his eyes to look at the monk in front of him, only to see a drop of cold sweat on his forehead, and his face was also stiff and dull.

There was still a hoarse sound in the office, and the boy's tail note was hooked, as if singing a never-ending dream.

It's just that the sound of this Kunqu opera is not small, but there is a calm and lazy voice inside, which sounds like an inexplicable chill down the spine.

"There are two little mice out there......