Yang Jian was running on the treadmill at this time, recalling...
His first meeting with Zhang Wei.
That day...in the living room at home...
A pair of cloudy, pupil-less eyes, dripping with red blood, were locked firmly on Yang Jian in front of him.
At this time, Yang Jian was maximizing his brain's thinking speed:
In front of him, a terrifying evil spirit with no hair on its head, its body suspended high in the sky, and blood flowing from its eyes, opened its mouth and floated towards him.
On the sofa next to him, Qi Ying's mother was covered in blood and was obviously dead.
Next to her is her sister Yang Yan, who has no strength to restrain a chicken.
And the door that allows you to escape here is to turn your back on the evil spirit in front of you.
So……
Is there any way he can survive now?
Waiting online, very urgent!
…
The memories continued like a video tape rewinding, to two hours ago.
At that time, he was sitting on a long-distance bus that had just entered the city of DC.
On the bus, Yang Jian was sitting in the last row, looking out the window.
He was looking out of the car window and said to himself: "Failed again. Failed again this time..."
Then, he continued to mutter to himself: "Now... we can only find new ways."
Suddenly, Yang Jian saw a white-haired man with a hunched back, carrying a garbage bag on his back, and holding a pair of pliers in his hand.
He is sure...
There was absolutely no such old woman in the car before. She suddenly appeared there.
But no one in the car had any reaction to her appearance.
But Yang Jian didn't show any reaction. Instead, he took out a bag of bread from the plastic bag. As soon as he took it out of the bread, he suddenly heard the person next to him say to him: "Little brother, according to my observation... you are absolutely
An extraordinary person!"
Yang Jian just took a bite of bread and turned around when he heard these words.
The speaker was a man wearing glasses, and his eyes looked as thick as the bottoms of beer bottles.
He put down the bread, looked away from the old lady, looked at the man with glasses, and asked: "Um, are you trying to tell me that my bones are amazing and you want to sell me martial arts secrets?"
"Where is it?" The man with glasses took out a folding fan and unfolded it with a "swish". The words "The Birth of an Actor" were written on the fan.
"...Um, the drama...skill?"
The man with glasses was stunned, looked carefully, and said hurriedly: "Ah, it's reversed, it's reversed!"
He quickly turned the folding fan around, and the words on the other side read "Speak Your Dreams."
"..."
The man with glasses laughed exaggeratedly and said, "I can tell at a glance that you are definitely not human!"
"ah?"
"Ahem... No, I mean you are definitely not an ordinary person!"
"By the way...it's November now, aren't you even cold even if you fan out?" Yang Zhen continued: "If you have the ability, try guessing my name."
"Young man, you lack the trust you should have in this society!"
Yang Jian came to the following three conclusions at this time:
First, this person is a pure charlatan.
Second, this person needs to go to an emergency room for brain surgery.
And the third...
Suddenly, he put his hand around the back of the man's head and slapped him hard!
The man with glasses shook his head and his glasses fell to the ground.
"Damn it, young man, you don't have martial ethics and sneak attack on my 30-year-old comrade!"
All right.
Yang Jian mentally ruled out the third possibility.
"Yes, yes..." Yang Jian helped him pick up his glasses, then took out a bottle of Coke from his bag and handed it to the man.
"Ouch? Are you using coke to apologize? I forgive you!"
The man with glasses twisted the bottle cap, but the bottle cap was extremely tight. It took a while before he could open it.
"call……"
Just as he was about to drink it, Yang Jian took it back.
"You, you, you...what are you doing?"
"Since I don't follow martial ethics, I'll drink this cup of rat tail juice right now." Yang Jian drank a third of the bottle of Coke in one sip, burped and said, "This bottle cap is super hard."
"Master, of course this is rat tail juice. Didn't you see that it's black?"
"Holy crap, did you put the Pepsi label on this yourself?"
"Master is wise! You have seen all this!"
The man with glasses took a deep breath, looked at Yang Jian who continued to drink Coke, and said: "Young man... The reason why I took the initiative to talk to you today is because..."
"My hall is dark, is there a bloody disaster recently?"
"Young man, you are amazing! You can see this!"
"Master, are you repeating the machine?"
Yang Jian crossed his legs, looked at the hunchbacked old lady who stood there and said, "Master, in this case, tell me, what kind of bloody disaster have I suffered recently?"
The man with glasses chuckled, pushed up his glasses, came closer to Yang Jian, and said in a low voice: "The secret of heaven... must not be leaked!"
"..."
At this time, Yang Jian transformed into the face of an old man on the subway on his mobile phone: I actually had high expectations... The clown is actually me!
Yang Jian is now more inclined to the second possibility.
These days, charlatans don't do that much.
When he thought of this, Yang Jian looked at the man with glasses in front of him and couldn't help showing a look of sympathy.
It's such a pity that my brain is broken at such a young age.
"Master, it's like this." Yang Jian sighed and said: "This... Binggu Hospital in DC City is very famous for brain surgery. Hurry up and call a specialist and check the brain carefully."
The man with glasses pushed up his glasses again.
"Oh, mortal, you actually think about me with such a mentality!"
"Qiaodou sack! Master, five minutes ago, didn't you say that I was not an ordinary person?"
At this moment, Yang Jian picked up the Coke and took a sip.
At this moment, suddenly...
Yang Jian saw a man with white hair and a hunched back, carrying a garbage bag on his back and holding a pair of pliers in his hand.
There is no doubt that this person was never in the car before.
The man with glasses was still chatting beside him: "Young man, I originally wanted to be sincere with you, but I didn't expect that what I got in exchange was indifference. Now, I have shown my cards, I don't pretend anymore, in fact, I..."
Suddenly, Yang Jian opened his eyes wide and looked at the old lady. She suddenly moved, picked up the pliers, pointed at the top of someone's head and grabbed it. Suddenly, a transparent shadow appeared on that person, and then was pulled by the old lady.
The wife grabbed it in the bag behind her.
Yang Jian continued to drink Coke, covering his facial expression with the Coke bottle.
The long-distance bus is about three stops away from the passenger terminal in the city center.
Based on the speed at which this old woman was traveling, this should be the last bottle of Coke she drank in her life.
"Grandmaster."
"Life is a long road, but I didn't expect that when my life comes to an end, I will be with you."
In any case, the "bloody disaster" has indeed come.
"Young man, your words have a lot of meaning." The man with glasses flashed the fan with the words "Speak Your Dreams" written on it, "Can you explain it to me?"
"You don't have to hide the secret anymore, because I know it all."
The passengers in the car will have their souls taken away by the hunchbacked old lady one by one, and then they will fall into a deep sleep completely.
He looked at the car window next to him.
Perhaps there is still hope for jumping out of the window and escaping now?
At this moment...
Suddenly, the old lady stopped. Then, she let out a heart-rending scream, and then her body became transparent... and then disappeared completely.
Seeing this scene...Yang Jian was stunned.
what's the situation?
The man with glasses continued to fan himself and said: "Ahem, by the way, I forgot to introduce myself, young man, my name is Zhang Wei..."
"Could it be..."
Yang Jian asked: "Did you give her to her?"
"She? Who is she?"
"ah?"
When the bus arrived at the passenger terminal, Yang Jian suddenly discovered...
Those people who were originally sitting in their seats and whose souls were taken away by the old woman actually stood up again one after another!
However, they looked haggard and like walking corpses.
This made Yang Jian feel trembling all over.
He followed Zhang Wei to the bottom of the bus, and the latter patted Yang Jian on the shoulder.
"Young man, although you are not as good as me now, as time goes by, you can grow to the point where even I want to hug you."
Yang Jian couldn't tell who he was.
"Okay, I'm leaving now. I look forward to our next meeting."
At that time, Yang Jian would never have dreamed that later, Zhang Wei would actually call him "Brother Leg"...