"Please, first of all, you must help me. My life is more valuable than the life of a bitch cat, right?" Xiang Deming said anxiously.
"You really think so?"
Suddenly, an old voice came from the side of the library.
Lin Xiaofeng and Xiang Zhu immediately looked back.
At this time, a homeless old lady was holding a rice bowl in her hand and looking at Xiang Deming with strange eyes.
"That's her! That's her! Help me, I don't want to die." Xiang Deming hurriedly hid behind Lin Xiaofeng.
"Old lady." Lin Xiaofeng stood up, cupped his hands and said, "If it's convenient, why not sit down and chat for a while?"
The wandering old lady laughed and said: "No, I am a cheap beggar, how can I deserve to sit with you?"
When Lin Xiaofeng heard this, he frowned.
Lin Xiaofeng had never had such an idea.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything to him. The two people before were both accomplices, so they died easily. As for him? He must die how my baby died."
After saying that, the old lady walked towards the stairs.
Xiang Deming showed a ferocious look on his face.
"If you want my life, I'll kill you first!"
After saying that, he rushed forward crazily, and Lin Xiaofeng grabbed his hand.
The old lady turned around, smiled, and walked down the stairs.
"What are you doing!" Xiang Deming was frightened to the point of going crazy. He pointed at Lin Xiaofeng's nose and yelled: "Are you with her to punish me? Why are you stopping me?"
"If I beat her to death, I won't die."
Xiang Zhu said with a smile: "You are really naive. If you were given a head-lowering technique, even if you kill that old woman, you will not escape death."
Xiang Deming gritted his teeth and cursed: "I don't believe it!"
After saying that, he ran downstairs.
Lin Xiaofeng wanted to catch up and stop him, but Xiang Zhu said: "No need to chase."
Lin Xiaofeng looked back at Xiang Zhu, sighed and nodded.
The old lady's head-lowering technique is not simple. It would be strange if Xiang Deming could catch up with her so easily.
He sat opposite Xiang Zhu, his brows furrowed.
"Still thinking about how to help him?" Xiang Zhu said with a smile: "What does this guy care about? Let him destroy himself."
"After all, it is a living person. If you can help, you should help."
Lin Xiaofeng felt a little helpless and didn't know how to continue.
Xiang Zhu looked at Lin Xiaofeng seriously: "Actually, I feel that you have done enough. People like Xiang Deming are not worth saving."
Lin Xiaofeng sat for a while, closed his eyes and thought for a while, and said, "Don't worry about this, but I must, otherwise I will feel uncomfortable."
After saying that, he stood up, turned around and walked out of the library.
"Lin Xiaofeng, you big fool!" Xiang Zhu shouted angrily at Lin Xiaofeng.
But then, she calmed down and looked at Lin Xiaofeng's back downstairs from the window.
"This guy is really a bad guy." Xiang Zhu held his chin and looked at Lin Xiaofeng's back.
She then thought about it carefully and realized that she was willing to contact and make friends with Lin Xiaofeng, wasn't it precisely because of Lin Xiaofeng's personality?
Although this kind of character suffers some disadvantages, it is better than those guys who talk about benevolence, justice and morality, but run away without a trace once something happens, right?
Thinking of this, she laughed again.
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Lin Xiaofeng walked out of the library and sent a text message to Xiang Deming.
"Xiang Deming, please stay well these few days. Come to me after seven days and I will try my best to save your life!"
After sending this text message, Lin Xiaofeng finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Lin Xiaofeng is actually very conflicted in his heart.
After all, I am not familiar with Xiang Deming. Is it worth helping him like this?
Then, he shook his head slightly. If you consider whether everything is worth it, then what is the point of slaying demons and supporting justice?
You put profit first in everything you do, so what's the difference between you and those guys from the Demon Cult?
He thought for a moment and sent another text message to Xiang Zhu.
"Beauty, you may think that I am a bad person."
"I do it because I think it's the right thing to do. I do it because I feel comfortable."
After sending this text message, Lin Xiaofeng stretched himself and no longer thought about it so much.
I took a taxi back to the dormitory.
After arriving at the dormitory, Fatty Huang was still playing with his slingshot.
"Xiaofeng, are you back? Come on, let's see the power of my slingshot."
"Stop it, stop it."
Lin Xiaofeng rolled his eyes at him: "You thing, besides hunting sparrows in broad daylight, can you also catch ghosts?"
Fatty Huang touched the back of his head and said with a smile: "Then when will you take me to slay demons?"
Lin Xiaofeng thought of Xiang Deming's incident, and then shook his head. It was better not to bring Fatty Huang with him for this kind of thing.
Dealing with some evil ghosts is still within Lin Xiaofeng's control.
But he didn't even understand the head-lowering technique himself. If something happened to Fatty Huang by then, the gain would outweigh the loss.
"By the way, Liu Cang and Xu Xiangyang are discharged from the hospital tonight. Why don't we go out to celebrate?"
"Of course."
Seven days may not be too fast, but it won't be too slow.
After all, with Lin Xiaofeng's living habits, he sleeps and trains all day long and has nothing else to do.
He didn't know about other people, but for him, these seven days flew by in a flash.
Soon, the day of the curse came.
After school that day, Lin Xiaofeng greeted Fatty Huang and the three of them, saying that he might not be back at night.
Then he took the suitcase and walked out the door.
When Fatty Huang saw Lin Xiaofeng going out with his suitcase, he guessed that it was another evil incident.
Lin Xiaofeng didn't take the initiative to take him, and he didn't ask.
After walking out of the school gate, Xiang Deming sat in the milk tea shop opposite the school with a pale face, waiting for Lin Xiaofeng.
Lin Xiaofeng walked into the milk tea shop and saw that Xiang Deming had lost several pounds in the past seven days.
My figure, which was a bit fat before, now looks like an opium ghost, so thin that almost all the bones are left.
"Coming?" Lin Xiaofeng walked up to Xiang Deming: "Aren't you excited?"
Xiang Deming also regretted doing such a drastic thing seven days ago.
It's just that he was really frightened by the homeless old lady and was a little confused, and his mind was in a mess, so he did that kind of thing.
When he came back to his senses, he felt a little regretful, fearing that Lin Xiaofeng would no longer help him.
Later, when he received a text message from Lin Xiaofeng, he felt relieved.
"Thank you." Xiang Deming looked at Lin Xiaofeng gratefully.
Lin Xiaofeng nodded slightly and said, "Let's go."
The two of them walked out and just walked out of the milk tea shop.
Lin Xiaofeng suddenly stopped, took out two cigarettes, handed one to Xiang Deming, lit it himself, took a puff, and asked, "Have the funeral arrangements been made?"
Xiang Deming trembled all over.
"If you have any last words or last words to say to your loved ones, it's best to make a phone call. Do you understand what I mean?" Lin Xiaofeng said to him seriously.