"What time can we do it? It's still the same time. Let's do it at midnight? But since Mr. Jiang is here, I won't go. I'm afraid of seeing that doll in his house..." The man seemed to have some lingering fears about Mr. Jiang.
I also got goosebumps when I heard it. I have seen a lot of ghosts and ghost dolls, but I have never heard of this kind of little ghost, let alone seen it.
Fortunately, the phone call didn't reveal any secrets. I also knew the general details of Mr. Jiang and what time he was planning to arrive. With these pieces of information, I was almost relieved.
After hanging up the phone, I was still in the mood to sleep for a while, and didn't get up until the afternoon.
Lao Mao was weak and hadn't gotten up yet, and Da Huang was a sleep addict. I didn't want to wake them up, so I began to wonder how to deal with Mr. Jiang at night.
Since Mr. Jiang’s main magic weapon is the little ghost, all he needs to do is figure out what the little ghost is afraid of. There are still a lot of children’s urine in the refrigerator. It should be said that although the little ghost is a magical species with a psychic constitution, he should also be afraid of these things.
The purest and most yang things, coupled with the obsidian dagger Zhuyue on my body and the red rope of the old cat, no matter how I think about it, I feel that this kid has no chance of winning.
But the only thing worth worrying about is that this is the first time we have encountered such a thing as the imp, so there are many variables. If there is any emergency, we will be caught off guard.
It was around seven o'clock in the evening when Lao Mao got up. I saw that his complexion had improved a lot, which meant that there was nothing major wrong with the stabbing yesterday.
The old cat glanced at me and asked, "What? I seem to have heard you calling during the day?"
I was shocked by the old cat's ear, because I still lowered my voice and made the call. I didn't expect that even this could not escape the old cat's ears.
I said: "It was another killer who called the little killer. I had his phone number in my hand. By the way, I lied to him and told Mr. Jiang to take action directly, so tonight around one o'clock,"
"Mr. Jiang, is that the man wearing the hoodie?" the old cat asked.
I nodded and said, "How about we prepare something to deal with the brat?"
The old cat shook his head and said: "I don't think so. Don't forget, you are the one who has swallowed the Dark Fire Mysterious Pearl. I guess that kid is no match for you no matter how powerful he is."
I chuckled, feeling a little embarrassed.
Old Mao frowned and said: "But I always feel that Mr. Jiang's identity is a bit unusual. He should not be a killer simply trained by Mr. Fengming. After all, people who can control imps have some skills, and this Mr. Jiang is obviously different from other killers.
The treatment is not the same.”
I nodded and remembered what He Kui said. When Mr. Jiang first came over, Mr. Fengming gave him a Cadillac. The relationship between this is even more evident.
"Don't worry, we'll all know it after we see it at night," I said.
The old cat nodded, called out Dahuang, and began to prepare to deal with Mr. Jiang in the evening.
Based on my previous encounters with Mr. Jiang, I always feel that Mr. Jiang has a very high self-esteem. Even if he faced a few of us alone, he would definitely not bother to plot an assassination, but would fight head-on.
This idea mainly comes from the provocative action he made for me under the window last night. Basically, those who dare to do this action are people with overwhelming confidence.
Sure enough, at exactly one o'clock in the middle of the night, a familiar figure appeared downstairs.
Wearing a black hoodie, wearing a hat, covering his face in the shadows, typical assassin behavior, but he is not a real killer, but an expert who raises little ghosts.
Mr. Jiang walked downstairs to our apartment just like that.
I saw him waving towards us, actually letting us go down.
This action made me want to laugh for no reason. Is this guy really that arrogant? Do you think he can kill the three of us just by himself?
Old Mao also sneered, lit a cigarette, and said, "It seems like he doesn't want to fight with us in the apartment?"
"But what if someone sees me when I do it outside?" I asked quickly.
The old cat shook his head and said: "No, the imp should be invisible and cannot be seen by ordinary people's eyes."
I frowned and said, "But what about the demon fire on my body?"
The old cat sighed and said, "I don't know, let's just leave it to fate... put on the cow's tears and go down, don't let him think we are afraid of him."
Dahuang and I quickly followed Lao Mao downstairs. This time the assassination was more like a meeting, and Mr. Jiang outside was no longer as aggressive as before. Looking down from upstairs, the environment in the community can be said to be clear at a glance.
I won't worry about someone lurking behind Mr. Jiang.
At one o'clock in the middle of the night, there were basically no wild cats or dogs in the community. If we didn't make a big noise, we wouldn't worry about someone suddenly breaking into us. The three of us seemed to be preparing to go downstairs for a late-night snack, slowly
Went downstairs to the apartment.
Mr. Jiang stood under the street lamp in the community, very calm and without any panic.
When we walked over, he slowly said: "Coming?"
As expected, it is a Yunnan accent. The voice is not harsh, and it is not too rough. It is actually a bit polite.
As he spoke, he took off the hood he had been wearing, and then I saw his face clearly.
He has a typical square face and some gray hair, but he is only over thirty years old, so he cannot be too old.
His eyes are very bright, but they are so small that it makes people feel as if he has his eyes closed.
What's funny is that this guy actually has a pouty mouth. When he speaks, it makes people feel that he is smiling, but in fact he is not. Moreover, there is a hint of murderous intent in his small eyes.
"Mr. Jiang?" I asked tentatively, which could be considered as a warning to him.
Sure enough, Mr. Jiang didn't expect that after last night's quick meeting, we would find out his background. He was stunned for a moment, then calmed down, nodded and said, "Hello."
It was a very strange opening. If you didn’t know better, you would have thought that we were old friends reuniting.
But Lao Mao pointed at Mr. Jiang's trouser legs warily and said, "Be careful, he may do something at any time."
Only then did I see the scene behind Mr. Jiang through the dim yellow streetlight above his head.
Behind his legs, I saw a child poking his head. This child was completely black and looked like a little clay figurine. His arms and neck were surprisingly thin, but his head was about the same size as an adult. This child had a pair of
The eyes are blue, quite translucent, with no pupils and no whites, all blue. I can’t tell if he is looking at me, but I guess he is looking at us.
This was the first time I saw a kid. As soon as I saw the kid, my whole body was terrified. I instinctively felt a sense of resistance in my body. I could even feel the demon fire starting to burn in my body.
"As expected..." Mr. Jiang did not take action, but instead let out a strange sigh.
"What kind?" I was a little stupid and didn't know the meaning of Mr. Jiang's words.
Mr. Jiang smiled slightly and said, "You should be Lin Yang? You are the one who stabbed Mr. Fengming three times, right?"
I became more and more vigilant, as if facing a formidable enemy, I nodded and said, "That's me."
Mr. Jiang suddenly took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "Very good, then I'll come and meet you!"
Before I finished speaking, Mr. Jiang was already like a bolt of lightning, rushing towards me!
I also didn't expect that Mr. Jiang would do it as soon as he said it, without giving me any chance to react. Moreover, he would be polite one second, but immediately turn his back on me the next second.
This turn of events really shocked me.
Fortunately, after some training, I am not a fuel-efficient lamp. Before Mr. Jiang could reach out his fist, I had already started to fight back. My short punch was like a dragon, slicing towards Mr. Jiang's forearm!
The two fists intersected. At this moment, I instantly felt that Mr. Jiang's arm was very hard, very strong, and very fast. He was even in the same league as Mr. Fengming!