Chapter 142

Cold sweat came out of Li Xiaobing's forehead and back, and his heart beat as if he was going to jump out of his throat.

I don't know how long it took for him to recover. All he felt was that his throat was itchy and sticky, and he seemed to have a stomachache. All these feelings reminded Li Xiaobing that it was better to go back to the dormitory as soon as possible.

As for the dark shadow that suddenly appeared in the cracked wall, he couldn't care. He didn't even take the flashlight. His eyes were fixed on that side and he slowly retreated.

Dark shadow did not chase him, let him out of the kitchen, closed the door.

With the fastest speed, Li Xiaobing ran back to the dormitory. Maybe he was scared too much and his throat was salty. He seemed to vomit blood, and his stomachache was worse, but he could bear it.

He didn't dare to talk about it to anyone. When he was a child, he heard that his grandmother, who passed away the year before last, had told many similar strange legends. He knew that this kind of thing had better be rotten in his stomach. Go to a crowded place and have a good sleep. It would be OK after dawn.

If you're lucky.

Li Xiaobing is lucky. His five colleagues in the same room still sleep like a dead pig. No one knows that he has ever been out. The room is filled with the smell of salted fish peculiar to smelly socks. He likes it very much. His grandmother once said that this is the popularity that ghosts fear most and can ward off evil spirits.

Li Xiaobing soon fell asleep and dreamed of his grandmother.

The grandmother in the dream is still so kind. She stroked his hair with her hand and said, "come with me, Xiaobing. Grandma will take you to a good place you've never been to before. No one will look down on you there because you are from backward mountainous areas.".

When his heart beat fast and jumped down, Li Xiaobing walked away, very quiet, with his mouth half open. A black thing thinner than chopsticks came out of his mouth, crawling very fast. He climbed up to the screen window along the head of the bed, squeezed open the tiny screen window eyes, and disappeared out of the window.

A black shadow, which looks a little erratic, appears from the shadow of the roadside trees. When the moon sprinkles on the shadow, it immediately turns into a silver gray transparent color. Like a chameleon, it comes to the gate of the Palace Museum and disappears in a flash.

Since last year, a bold security guard saw a ghost come out of the Palace Museum, followed to the Seven Star Club for curiosity, and died in his sleep, no one dares to walk around the door.

The long lane with light is more gloomy because of the light. It seems that as long as you stick your ear to the wall of the lane, you can hear men and women crying and talking.

No one, including the night patrol of the museum, dares to walk into this long corridor during this period of time. The black shadow is restored again, but it is easy to disappear in the depth.

At the end of the museum, there is a rockery. There is an ancient well under the rockery. It is said that this is the well that emperor Chongzhen pushed his daughter down.

The shadow came to the ancient well and flashed into the shadow of the rockery, as if into the darkness.

For ten minutes, the shadow did not move again. Of course, Gujing would not move, but something came out of the well when the moon was covered by a dark cloud.

If someone is good at lighting this side at this time, he will see that this is a head covered with black gauze, as if he has no body, just a head, hanging on the top of the well, and saying, "how did you come?"

In the dark, there was a harsh voice from the shadow: "when I came here, I met a little trouble."

"Solved?"

"Huanu is back."

"It won't leave any flaws?"

"Never."

The shadow seemed to sigh: "Oh, that child, I don't deserve it. He's very smart. He came from a poor family. I've been watching him secretly for a long time. He's a good young man. Unfortunately -- "

Head interrupted shadow's words: "a whole year has passed, and there is no news?"

"No

Dark shadow said: "there has been no news. I can guarantee that those who went to spend have never mentioned or heard of any legend of rejuvenation. But in Qingshan City, there are black ghosts -- "

Black shadow's words were interrupted again: "Black Ghost is just a Wufu who pretends to be a ghost. It's not worth your attention, just like Helan Fusu."

The shadow of the rockery seemed to tremble and didn't speak.

After waiting for a moment, his head was slightly old, and he sneered: "over the years, your life has been very nourishing, especially after you fell in love with Helan Fusu. My Lord, I wonder if you really want to marry him. "

When the shadow spoke again, there was an obvious trill in his voice: "the Lord and the Lord do not agree. Can I find a suitable person? That way, it will be more convenient to find the black evil star from the bottom of hell. "

The head chuckled and asked, "you love him, don't you?"

The shadow didn't speak, which is the same as acquiescence.

Head asked: "how much love?"

The shadow still didn't speak.

The third question of the head: "can I die for him?"

This time, the dark shadow did not hesitate at all.

"Well, you are eight years older than him. You, it's thirty-six this year. "

His head sighed gently, and then his voice softened: "you are not afraid. After more than ten years, he will dislike you, abandon you, and let you do some irrational behavior because of disappointment, so as to expose your true identity?"

"No

Dark shadow said: "as long as he can accept me, I will not have the slightest complaint even if he dislikes and abandons me later. You are right. I am thirty-six years old. For a woman who is normal in all aspects, she has never been touched by any man at the age of 36 - to live is to live rather than to die. "

"Well, I will report your words to the king intact. You can go now, but you'd better be careful, said the elder. The evil star of Heisha is already in China. If we can't find him in time and get rid of him, it's the end of us. Now, all the people who can be sent out have come out. I hope you don't indulge in love and forget your mission. "

"Yes, I understand."

Black shadow bowed slightly to salute. When he raised his head again, the head wrapped in black gauze above the ancient well had disappeared.

The dark clouds cleared away, and the moon reappeared her face, bright and cold, with the coolness of eternity.

The world also seems not to want to, always covered by this cold light, can not help but urge the sun father-in-law, from the East a little bit of floating up, bright sunshine, dispel the cold.

A new day is coming.

Li Nanfang woke up earlier this time, it was less than 7:30.

With a pair of snow-white feet, Jiang Muran has already made breakfast and is cleaning with a vacuum cleaner. When he wakes up, he turns it off and walks in with a smile on his face. In his gentle tone, he is a little sorry: "the buzzing of the vacuum cleaner wakes you up?"

The buzzing of the vacuum cleaner started again. Jiang Muran looked back and saw that LV Mingliang was working with a satisfied smile.

"Nothing."

Li Nanfang sat up, leaned on the head of the bed and looked at her: "last night, I'm sorry."

It should be said that early this morning, Li Nanfang was stimulated by Yue Zitong's self indulgence and degeneration. He threw a lot of evil fire on Jiang Muran. He did not tell her life and death, but also made a video for people to see.

It's unfair to her, especially to pass on the video of her being tossed to other women.

"If I say, I like it, do you still need to apologize?"

"Would you like it?"

"You don't love me, you just love my body, which can be tortured by you at any time, right?"

"Yes."

Li Nanfang was silent for a moment. He lowered his eyes and said softly, "that's why I feel guilty for you."

Jiang Muran interrupted him: "I'm useful to you, so I'm satisfied. I'm afraid, I'm afraid I don't even have the qualification to be your tool for purging fire, so I don't know what's the meaning of living. At least, I can really feel that I'm still alive, and there's a man who cares about me. "

"I'm willing. I didn't lie to you. Well, you can sleep again. I'm going to work. Goodbye. "

Jiang Muran put his hands around the back of his head, gave him a kiss on the mouth, and then twisted his ears in love. Then he turned out of the house, changed his clothes and went out to work.

When she left, she twisted his ear to make Li Nanfang sure that she was not lying. She was willing to sacrifice all her women's dignity in exchange for men's care.

Li Nanfang felt that this was her sorrow, but Jiang Muran felt that this kind of life was much better than being given away as a gift by her husband.

After lighting a cigarette, Li Nanfang picks up his mobile phone and opens wechat to find the video sent to him by Yue Zitong.

Just a few seconds, but can let any man see, there is a kind of crazy impulse.

"Yue Zitong, you are very good."

Li Nanfang said with a silent sneer.

He didn't call her a bitch any more, although her video proves that she is genuine - he won't call that word out when he keeps his head, because Yue Zitong is the younger sister of his teacher's mother.

If he scolds her again, it will be disrespect for her.

But he really had an impulse to run to Yue Zitong, raise his hand to pick her hair and slap her in the face.

The reason is very simple. If Yue Zitong had no such disgusting private chat with other men on wechat, she would never send a black silk long leg photo when Li Nanfang just added her and gave her a red envelope.

Otherwise, with Yue Zitong's temper, it would be nice for her to let a strange man add her as a wechat friend. How could she easily give him photos and record shameful videos for him?

Li Nanfang decides to stay in Qingshan city. He won't leave until he finds out how many wechat friends Yue Zitong has and who are the men who see her obscene side and kill them all.

For the sake of his teacher's mother, he would never let those men who had seen Yue Zitong's obscene side live. If one of them killed one, two killed a pair, and there were 100, they would be slaughtered!

Dingdang, the voice of wechat information, interrupts Li NanFang's gnashing of teeth. It's a small video sent by Min rou. She is blocked on her way to work again, staring at the camera and sticking out her tongue, as if the traffic jam is his fault.

Li NanFang's mood suddenly got better, sending voice: "secretary, you still rely on me in traffic jam?"

"It's not bad for you. Who else can I rely on you? Otherwise, I'll go to rely on Wang Defa, if you like. "

Min Rou's reply is very vexatious and coquettish.

Li Nanfang had to say, "it's up to me."

Min Rou very overbearing said: "originally depends on you, hurry to get out of the company!"