Chapter 2207

Ji Feng shrugs and looks at Su Kui across Xu Dahai and other people. He opens his mouth silently.

Su Kui nodded to show that she knew.

That's "crazy."

No fraud, no reason, Su Kui is to believe him.

"Do you have any old clothes you don't want?" Ji Feng looks down and asks Yang Qiuhong.

Yang Qiuhong is still crying. It seems that she can't stop for a while. Su Kui looked at her, and a thought flashed in her mind, like a flash of lightning. She could not catch it before it disappeared.

But the way she looked at Yang Qiuhong was different.

"All right."

Ji Feng looked around their room, and finally went to the refrigerator. There was a black plastic bag that he didn't know what to put. He bent over the plastic bag, picked up Wang Jun's head and put it in the bag.

Su Kui, who saw everything, was speechless again.

Xu Dahai was also frightened by his actions and stepped back. He exclaimed, "Ji Feng, are you too brave?" Dead people's heads are so weird that they run around. How dare they touch them?

"Sniff --"

the young man in a white T-shirt and baggy shorts is just like all the ordinary college students, of course, if he ignores what is in the plastic bag in his hand.

Ji Feng's dark eyes seemed to flash a sarcastic smile, but in his mouth there was a faint "um" voice, saying: "before we were all the same, we had no more head than others. There was nothing terrible. Then he said - "he paused for a moment, the light in his eyes is not clear." I am masculine enough, and I grew up in the dead. If anyone who doesn't have long eyes dare to come to me, just try. "

What he said was light, but a group of people all changed their faces.

Yusha swallowed a mouthful of saliva, shook her lips and asked, "Ji, Ji brother, what do you mean by the pile of dead people?"

It's a little scary to say that.

Now it's not like in ancient times, when people die, they become active, and there's no such thing as mass graves.

"Oh, this," Ji Feng said casually, not listening to the fear in Sasha's voice, "I grew up in the funeral parlor, and my adoptive father is a teacher of the funeral parlor. I've seen a lot of dead people. I've been immunized for a long time. What's wrong?"

He picked a thick eyebrow and looked at Yusha.

Being stared at by a pair of dark eyes, she took two steps back from Sasha's conditioned reflex and hurriedly waved, "nothing, nothing."

Su Kui almost smiled, pursed his lips, and concealed his stomach.

This man is really wilting, holding a head in his hand, and saying such a fancy.

It is estimated that they will lose sleep again after tonight.

But Su Kui can understand why Ji Feng said this, which is probably for the murderer behind the scenes. Anyway, he was not afraid of these things. It was useless to frighten him with the dead. He also said that his adoptive father was the "teacher Fu" of the funeral home. He was very disordered at that age.

Who knows if this old master can do anything?

So if the person behind the scenes wants to get in trouble with him, he has to weigh it.

Su Kui bowed her head and endured the hard work of laughing, so she didn't notice the young man's slowly sweeping eyes. When she caught the smile on the corner of her mouth, her bright black eyes were dark.

"What do you do with him now?"

This "he", of course, is Wang Jun.

Ji Feng raised the black plastic bag in the handle and asked.

With the cover, everyone felt a sigh of relief. Although he knew that his head was still in Ji Feng's hands, he didn't have the picture just coming. It was shocking.