He Xiaotian put the blood beads into his pocket, walked to the bathroom door, and pulled the hammer out of the floor.
"Huh? Why is it a little hot?"
Since I started practicing "Fire Refining the Golden Body", I have never felt the concept of overheating except every time I level up.
Now, it seems that what is flowing in the body is not blood, but hot magma.
It was so hot that he couldn't help but want to breathe out softly.
Of course, don’t get me wrong, it’s not very exciting.
"I'm not obsessed, am I?" He Xiaotian murmured to himself. This kind of plot has been seen in various martial arts novels and TV series. Although he didn't know what the concept of obsession was, it didn't stop him from going.
Think that way.
"Squeak!"
The security door was opened from the outside, and two heads poked in.
One has yellow hair and one has green hair.
It was Huang Tao and Li Zheng.
When these two received the call from Sister Nan, they were sad and full of despair.
Sister, did you make a mistake?
Going to a haunted house in the middle of the night!
We knew there were experts in charge, but we were still a little scared.
I originally planned to find some friends to come together to build up courage.
But when they heard that they were going to Room 302 of Tuanjie Community, Haining Road, everyone hung up the phone.
Fight again?
Sorry, the number you dialed has been turned off.
The two of them had no choice but to bite the bullet.
As a result, as soon as I stuck my head in to take a look, I saw a messy living room.
"Did we go in the wrong direction?"
Li Zheng asked doubtfully.
"Snapped!"
"Are you stupid? Could it be that you got the wrong key too?"
"Come in." He Xiaotian said while listening to the conversation between the two.
When the two people heard the sound, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as He Xiaotian, the man who dared to ride the ghost car, lives, everything will be easy.
"Master, is it solved?"
"Um."
He Xiaotian nodded, but he did not explain that the person occupying Room 302 was not an evil spirit, but a strange person.
"By the way, there was a murder in this house. The victim was Zheng Qi, a third-tier star who disappeared some time ago. The murderer was his manager Azhe, and the accomplice was Zheng Qi's secret girlfriend.
You all have quite a lot of energy in your home. Find a way to call the police tomorrow. There should be some remaining clues in the room, which can be considered a good deed. It's best not to involve me."
Huang Tao and Li Zheng grinned.
What you said is really easy.
It's as if our family is really full of hands and eyes.
"Master, this is fifty million."
Although things are a bit difficult, they are not impossible.
The two were very happy that He Xiaotian had killed the things in the haunted house, and they happily paid the money.
As for inspections?
Don't make trouble, they are just rich second generation, not Taoist monks, how can they check?
"Let's go."
He Xiaotian put the two hammers into wooden boxes, pushed them out of the room one by one, put them on his shoulders and left.
"Master, do you need us to send you off?"
"No, someone will send me there. If you have nothing to do at night, don't go out casually. I heard that the devil is not very peaceful at night."
Listening to He Xiaotian's warning, Huang Tao and Li Zheng rolled their eyes.
Do you also know that it is not peaceful?
Then let us come over in the middle of the night!
Then, they saw He Xiaotian take out a ghost note from his arms, light it, and throw it on the ground.
"What are you doing?"
The two of them were puzzled and looked confused.
What is the operation of burning paper money in the middle of the night?
“Didi di di!!”
Five minutes later, a Bentley driving from a distance told them the answer.
"Gudong!"
The two people hugged each other's shoulders and swallowed together.
From the moment I walked downstairs, I didn't see He Xiaotian take out his cell phone.
All it did was light a piece of hell money.
"Uncle, get in the car!"
The old driver stuck his head out of the car window and smiled at the three people with a pale face.
Both of Huang Tao's teeth began to chatter, and their legs were shaking uncontrollably.
Your sister!
And you said this is not a ghost car?
The latest invisible technology is all a lie!!
"Remember this phone number. If anything happens in the future, you can call the old driver first. He will contact me later. Of course, the price is not cheap."
He Xiaotian stuffed his suitcase into the back seat of the Bentley, handed it to the second generation who was about to urinate with fright, and said a piece of paper with a series of mobile phone numbers written on it.
"Relax... don't worry..., so that... in the future... something will happen... one by one... for sure..."
try to find......"
"Didi!!"
After two horn blasts, the Bentley drove into the darkness.
"Brother Tao, I'm afraid." Li Zheng whispered.
Huang Tao: "..."
I'm scared too!!
And can you please stop riding on me? You are a man, not a weak and helpless girl.
On the other side, in the Bentley.
He Xiaotian took out a classic phone, the kind that has been discontinued on the market.
"If anyone comes looking for me in the future, please call me immediately."
The old driver took the phone and then said with a flattering smile: "Uncle, if you have nothing to do recently, can you call me less often?"
"Why?" He Xiaotian did not reject it outright, but asked instead.
After all, he is a human being with a conscience, not a He Papi.
"Alas! It's not the devil in red who is causing trouble. It's getting worse these days. All women with red objects on their bodies are the targets of the devil. The taxi-hailing industry is in decline.
Nowadays, people who get off work at night all go in groups. The taxi industry has plummeted! Income has dropped sharply, let alone me. I can’t get work, I can’t breathe in yang energy, I can only rely on my previous job.
Live life as usual.
So I plan to take a break for a while and wait until this storm has passed or someone will take action to solve the problem and the business gradually gets better." The old driver said with tears and runny nose, his face full of bitterness.
It's not that easy to be a ghost these days.
If he hadn't had an urn to put his ashes in, he would have been destroyed long ago.
"The fierce ghost in red? The one who swept away the blood all over his body?"
"Yes, there are no women wearing red clothes in the entire Demonic City now. Many people have died, and there is no one who does not believe in evil."
While the two were talking, a BMW passed by them.
From the corner of his eye, He Xiaotian vaguely saw a red figure in the back seat.
The man driving the car and the woman on the passenger side were chatting happily.
He even discovered that these two people were acquaintances.
The man's name is Azhe, and he is an agent.
The woman, her ex-boyfriend, is named Zheng Qi.
"parking."
"Squeak!"
"Uncle, what's wrong?"
"Following that car, I didn't expect to meet the modern version of Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing."
The old driver immediately turned around and hung far behind the BMW.
Don't get me wrong, He Xiaotian has no intention of saving people.
He just wanted to see how these two people would die.
By the way, make up a kill and earn some experience points.
He casually took out the blood beads in his pocket and said: "Although I killed you, but letting your remaining relics watch your enemy being killed by evil spirits with your own eyes can be regarded as indirectly avenging you, right?"
Zheng Qi is a pitiful person and a hateful person at the same time.
No matter how he defended himself, three people died at his hands.