Chapter 27

Dongcheng, hongjingwan villa area.

Yang Fan stood in front of the gate of villa 1 and gently rang the visual doorbell hanging in the upper right corner of the gate.

"Hello! Who are you? Why are you standing in front of my door?"

A clear and sweet voice came from the doorbell. It sounded that she was young last year, and there was even a trace of milk, but her voice was a little blunt, as if someone owed her hundreds of dollars.

Yang Fan took a swipe at the corner of his mouth. Whose child is so impolite?

"Hello! I..."

"How do you know if I'm good? Haven't you seen me? Hum, hypocrisy, my mother said it really well. Men don't have a good thing!"

Yang Fan: "

Who did he provoke? Did the child eat gunpowder in the morning? Shite, are you okay? That's polite, polite, okay?

"I..."

"What are you? You look like a greasy head. You're not a good man at first sight. Stay away from our door, or you'll call security!"

Yang Fan's heart was empty, and the cruel words just came to his mouth were swallowed back.

No way. Just now, because he couldn't prove that he knew the owner inside, the security guard in the community wouldn't let him in. He had to sneak over the wall. If the security guard saw it, it would be another round of wrangling.

The police at the police station were to blame. They invited him to the station early in the morning for surprise interrogation, so that he didn't even have time to bring his mobile phone. There was no way to contact Zhu Caiwei.

I thought that as long as I sneaked in to find the agreed place, I could easily see Zhu Caiwei and start his bodyguard career of tens of thousands of yuan a month. From then on, I went to the peak of my life and didn't have to worry about my livelihood.

I didn't expect that everything was unfavorable today. I met such a wonderful flower when I was at the door.

What should I do? Do you want to break in?

Yesterday, Zhu Caiwei made an appointment with him at 8:30 in the morning. The time on the doorbell shows that it is already 8:29:13, leaving only 47 seconds. If he doesn't find a way to go in, he will even break the appointment.

"On your first day at work, you must not leave a bad impression on your boss that you are not punctual!"

Whether or not this is a special test before he takes office, Yang Fan has decided to go all out.

No way, all his assets now add up to less than $100. All his previous deposits have been turned into food essence and entered his belly. If he doesn't find a way to make money, I'm afraid he hasn't found anything for lunch today.

After all, no matter how cool the monster is killed and how fast his strength is improved, he has to face the survival problems such as daily eating, drinking and Lazar.

Poor culture and rich martial arts are not just words.

After decaying, while his strength has been improved by leaps and bounds, his appetite has exceeded several times that of ordinary people. Ordinary Vegetarian Pasta has been difficult to meet his gastrointestinal needs. Only those meat with high nutrition and high energy can really keep up with his own consumption of Qi and blood.

In short, he can eat at least 20 kg to 30 kg of cooked meat for a meal, and this is only temporary. With the improvement of his cultivation, this value will become larger and larger, and even hundreds of kg of meat for a meal is not impossible.

When he breaks through the martial arts level, he may not be able to meet his needs even with ordinary meat. He can only find spiritual fruit and magic medicine everywhere, or hunt and kill low-level monsters and cook their flesh and blood, so as to keep up with the daily consumption of the body. Otherwise, the spiritual energy in the body will be forced to be consumed and the cultivation will stagnate.

"This is the trouble caused by the rapid improvement of cultivation."

Yang Fan sighed in his heart that he can improve his Qi and blood strength at any time by running and kicking his legs. He can't stop if he wants to. Just like just now, he just turned over the wall and broke through the third level of martial arts disciples. He doesn't even have a psychological preparation. Do you say it's annoying?

"Hey! Speaking of you, why don't you go? I warn you. If you don't go again, I'll really call security!"

The little girl's voice came again from the doorbell, threatening.

Yang Fan was too lazy to talk nonsense with her. You have a bad temper. I still have depression. Who is afraid of who?

As soon as he turned around and avoided the monitoring equipment in front of the door, Yang fan used the moon shadow body method he just learned last night to sneak, so that his body shape gradually hid in the shadow of the wall.

"You have exercised the moon shadow body method. You have a better understanding of the moon shadow body method. Your skill proficiency has been improved. Body method + 1 and agility + 1."

The wall outside the villa is not high, only about two meters. Yang Fan jumped into the wall when he turned over. Because of the sneaking effect of the moon shadow body method, the monitoring in the villa and the workers who are taking care of the lawn have not found his trace.

In only three seconds, Yang Fan passed through the courtyard corridor of more than 30 meters and sneaked into the room hall in the center of the villa.

Zhu Caiwei made an appointment with him here yesterday. He looked up at the ancient pendulum hanging on the wall of the main hall. At 8:29:35, he was not late.

There was no one in the living room, and Yang Fan didn't see the strange DoorGirl. He swaggered and sat down in the reception hall on the west side of the living room. There was hot tea on the table, and the mouth of the pot was still steaming.

Yang Fan impolitely poured himself a cup of tea while the old God looked up at the decoration in the hall.

One word, luxury.

Two words, atmosphere.

Three words, thieves are so rich!

This is life!

Yang Fan sighed in his heart, but he was not very envious, because he knew that before long, everything in front of him would be gone.

No matter how luxurious the villa is, no matter how beautifully decorated it is, it is all furnishings in the end of the world. It can neither protect life nor eat and drink. Its safety performance is not even as good as that of an ordinary cave.

In the final analysis, in the end, one's own strength is fundamental. Everything else is foreign and insignificant.

On such a thought, the sense of superiority in my heart rose, and the newly blinded eyes saw the light again.

Poverty has the advantage of being poor. At least in the end of the world, he has no villas to lose, no luxury cars to destroy, and no hundreds of millions of property to spend. His loss will be much smaller than those rich local tyrants. He doesn't feel bad.

Yang Fan plays the game of sour grapes when he can't eat grapes. After all, he has played it for more than 20 years and is very experienced.

After drinking a cup of tea, Zhu Caiwei hasn't seen a trace. Yang Fan is not impatient at all. He is the boss. The biggest thing is that he should be late.

He picked up the teapot, poured himself another cup and tasted it slowly.

In fact, he can't tell whether tea is good or bad. After all, the tea he usually drinks most is iced black tea. Even if you make him a cup of legendary Dahongpao, he won't feel better than iced black tea.

Now I'm pretending to sit here and drink tea, just to make the boss look more tasteful when he comes.

After a while, the pointer on the pendulum clock had pointed to 8:50. Zhu Caiwei still didn't arrive. The living room was still empty, not even a personal picture. Yang Fan was too lazy to pretend any more, so he just rolled up his legs and practiced basic tuina.

The pointer on the pendulum clock turned round and round. When its hour hand pointed to nine and the minute hand pointed to twelve, an extremely sad scream suddenly came from the upper part of the reception hall and the location of the bedroom on the second floor.

"Ah ~!"

The scream is thin and sharp. It not only has strong penetration, but also lasts for a long time.

There are monsters!

Yang Fan was awakened for the first time. He felt the smell of monsters on the second floor. Without saying a word, he flew directly to the second floor, kicked open the door with the smell of monsters and dodged in.

A little girl in a white bear's Pajama was tired and huddled in the corner of the wall. She held her head in her hands and buried her head between her knees. She was so frightened that she was trembling. The scream just came from her mouth. Now she heard someone kick the door in, and the scream suddenly stopped.

The little girl's body turned back to Yang Fan, and a pink bear embroidered on her back twisted with the little girl's trembling body, as if she was making a face at Yang Fan.

When Yang Fan saw that she was not hurt, he ignored her, glanced vigilantly in the house, and soon focused his attention on the bathroom in the bedroom. The smell of monsters came from there.

Yang Fan carefully explored the past and slowly pushed a slit through the door of the bathroom. Then a strong, pungent smell of blood came out from inside. Yang Fan's heart tightened. Has someone been killed?

No longer hesitated, the blood in his body burst out, and Yang Fan forcibly broke through the door.

In the bathroom, the imaginary war did not break out. What caught the eye was the body of a fat cat with a length of one meter, lying on his back under the toilet.

The corpse was fresh, the limbs were flat and stiff, and there were even slight convulsions. The neck was torn by something. In the huge gap, there was blood rushing out, which had flowed all over the ground. The demon smell Yang Fan felt came from the fat cat.

This cat is a real monster who has completely awakened its blood!

Who, or what, killed it?