A taxi was hidden in the shadows and parked on the roadside.
"Don't you need me to go with you?"
Yang Chao's tone was slightly worried.
"Need not."
Zheng~
Li Kui grasped the dark golden handle of the knife and pulled it gently. A cold light flashed across the corner of his eyes.
He smiled and said: "The houses here are too densely packed. As soon as your gun fires, we will be surrounded by the patrol department first!"
"Then you have to be more careful."
Yang Chao was not joking at this time. The enemy he faced this time was different from the past, and he was very thoughtful and cunning.
Just like when a child holds a gun, compared with an adult holding a gun, the risk level rises sharply.
"Well, I'll pay attention."
Li Kui opened the car door and ducked into the night.
Seeing the figure disappear from sight, Yang Chao sighed quietly and turned to look at the back seat.
But I saw Xiao Hei with his paws on his chin, looking unhappy.
"Hey, it's okay. You're still young now. You can help him when you grow up."
Yang Chao couldn't help but laugh.
"Woof!"
Xiao Hei's frustrated ears immediately stood up.
…………
the other side.
Li Kui sneaked close to the wall at high speed.
Not long after, he saw the house number fifteen, but a patrol car parked at the door made him feel bad.
When we got closer, there was no one in the car.
Dark colors rippled in his eyes, and the rough walls suddenly became blurred, revealing the furnishings in the room.
In a blink of an eye.
His eyes suddenly narrowed, and he saw two mummies lying upside down or standing on the old sofa, with their mouths wide open, showing extreme horror and fear.
What he was wearing was the uniform of the patrol department.
"To enter or not to enter?"
While hesitating, Li Kui saw the dark haze filling the kitchen, and could barely make out the outlines of two figures.
Finally, he chose to open the half-open door and go in to find out.
The moment he stepped into the door, he subconsciously sniffed and found the unpleasant smell of resentment again.
The sound of cooking came from the kitchen.
Li Kui lowered his eyes.
He noticed that there was a piece of human skin as thin as a cicada's wings on the table. If he looked closely, he could still distinguish the outline of the man with the flowery arms.
Go straight to the kitchen inside.
There is no partition curtain.
A thin figure came into view.
Li Kui narrowed his eyes slightly and held the handle of the knife in his palm, but did not chop it immediately.
Just because there was a woman next to that man, with a dark haze lingering all over her body, entangled and bound like a snake and python.
Her face had been cut off, revealing a bloody face. The tight knot around her neck made it impossible for the woman to vent her pain, and her whole body trembled slightly.
the other side.
The man cracked two eggs, stirred them skillfully, and added some salt and vinegar.
I stir-fried the cold rice that had been left overnight.
Wow~
The flames flickered and jumped up.
Not long after, a bowl of fragrant egg fried rice was ready.
The person who had been turning his back to Li Kui finally turned around.
Tang Xiaotian's face, but now...perhaps it is more appropriate to call him ghost boy.
He picked up the spoon and took two bites.
He narrowed his eyes slightly in enjoyment.
Although the simple egg fried rice is ordinary, the taste bud enjoyment it brings is still a supreme delicacy for ghost children.
After all, how can the primitive and backward mountains and forests compare with modern society.
"Is it tasty?"
Li Kui smiled coldly.
People who know him well must know that he is very unhappy now!
"It's you?
"Where are you from?"
The ghost boy raised his eyes to look at Li Kui and recognized him at a glance as the person he had passed by at the gate of the community.
"Where is Tang Xiaotian?"
Li Kui asked coldly.
Half a moment.
The air is getting colder.
The ghost boy grinned and said something honest.
"Actually, I have stopped."
He glanced at the two mummies and said softly: "But you insist on disturbing me, so there's nothing I can do about it."
Yes,
As for the ghost boy, he has got what he wants, and the layout plan is very successful. He doesn't want to kill people if it is not necessary.
It's a pity that God did not fulfill his wish.
He thought that by wearing the face of the man with flowery arms, he would be reborn, but he never imagined that not long after he got home, two government officials came to look for him.
The reason is very simple, involving the suicide deaths of Lin Xin and Tang Xiaotian.
Although the ghost boy was thoughtful and cunning, he ultimately underestimated the technological power of modern society. Someone saw the man with the flowery arm walking out of the neighborhood and called the patrol department. After monitoring, two government officials were directly arranged to come to the house for questioning.
When it comes to playing the role of a good boy like Tang Xiaotian, the ghost boy is easy to catch, but he has very little contact with the flower-armed man. In just a few words, the yamen noticed something was wrong and wanted to take him back to the patrol department.
How could the ghost boy respond to this and directly sucked the souls of the two of them to make snacks?
No, I'm just trying to repeat my old tricks and change my identity again.
Li Kui comes to visit again!
This also made the ghost boy completely give up the idea of hiding, and simply kept doing nothing to get rid of all the bugs that would cause trouble.
Then move to another city and start living again.
Ever since.
As the ghost boy opened and closed his palms, the blood jade was already in his palms, glowing with hazy red light as he thought.
The woman was trembling as her blood and soul were completely eaten away by the blood jade.
Look at the other side.
Li Kui lowered his head slightly, took a deep breath, and put away the soul-locking chain that had spread to the kitchen door.
The moment he raised his head and met his eyes, he pushed the handle of the knife slightly with his thumb.
Zheng~
The cold sword light struck directly at the ghost boy's forehead!
It's too late to say it, but it's soon.
Immediately, the ghost boy's pupils turned scarlet.
The knives and debris in the kitchen instantly floated up, mixed with corpses, and swatted at the incoming knife blade.
Wow~
The sound of chains erupted!
In less than a ten thousandth of a second, the soul-locking chain stretched and twisted into a pitch-black shield.
Li Kui holds a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right hand.
With the help of the uneven shield body, he pressed and twisted hard to beat away the incoming wave. At this moment, the magic power in his body boiled and surged, activating his magical powers.
The concrete floor under his feet immediately shattered, and the muscles of his right arm sprouted into knotted veins, and he chopped them off with a swing of the knife!
Woo~
The Yanling knife whizzed past the cramped kitchen, making a shrill whistle!
The cold murderous intent reaches right between his eyebrows.
Goosebumps appeared on the ghost boy's neck, but he was extremely calm. He held the blood jade in his hand, and his scarlet pupils became more and more charming.
Invisible and massless shock waves rose from all over the body and suddenly burst out in all directions.
The blade swayed in the wind and waves.
follow closely.
Drawing a tiny arc, the long and narrow blade cut through the shock wave easily and chopped straight into his head!
Those pair of eyes as indifferent as tigers just burst in.
A room of electric light and flint.
The ghost boy's calm expression suddenly changed to one of fear.
"Ulaha!"
At the critical moment.
A criss-crossing red light floated from the cracks in the concrete beneath his feet, making the ghost boy's frightened face look slightly strange.
In an instant, a strong feeling of weightlessness came.
The blade that struck at the center of the eyebrow was deflected, leaving only one arm.
When looking again.
Li Kui was already in the middle of a street.
Opposite him, the ghost boy looked gloomy, with white bones visible on his left elbow, and a little blood dripping down.