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After a while, he scolded me before squatting down and starting to draw randomly on the ground. I could tell from his hand gesture that he was drawing some inborn gossip, and he was counting with his fingers while marking down the eight trigrams. The ancients said that the Qi was inside the universe, but they actually meant that the hand of a person was fourteen knots, and the two hands were twenty-eight knots. They were dealing with the twenty-eight stars in the sky. He had no idea what kind of algorithm the old beggar was using to calculate the position of the seven stars.

After a while, the old beggar stood up, hit his waist, and said, "You have an hour to draw out that snake, it's better to be early than late. If I come out in an hour's time, I might not be able to calculate it in a short time if I change my position! "

"No, you set up the formation first. Let me see as well. I still want to have a good look." I said quickly, wondering if you could make a movie out of this mess.

"Now that they have set up the formation, they can immediately sense it. So in order not to alert us, we can only do it after you come out!"

"Are you sure? If you're just a flirt, then you're going to screw me over!"

"Look at what you're saying, I'm already an old man, what have I not encountered before?" "Don't worry, as long as you lure it out, it will definitely die. I can promise you this as long as you pat its chest!"

"Then you even failed last time!"

"Cut the crap, go quickly!"

When I heard him say this, I couldn't help but worry for him. Not to mention that this matter was already mysterious to begin with, even if it really made sense, there was still a chance that this old fellow might be old, lusting after sleep or something like that.

"Don't rush me, I'm just going to go in like this? Do you think I want to step on the Astral Boxing or something like that?!

"You brat, you think that this is just a movie? You think that you are a Warlock? "In reality, remember your identity. Don't talk about such useless things."

I didn't know what to say anymore. Just as I was about to turn around and leave, the old beggar grabbed me and passed me a bunch of things. "Don't say that I didn't take care of you.

I took it and looked at it. I couldn't help but be secretly happy. It turned out to be the Five Emperors' Money that was tied together with a red string. I picked it up and sniffed it. It did smell of old copper. But why should I hang it on the balcony? It's so good to hang it on me!

The old beggar pointed behind him and said, "I didn't see the Sky Execution!"

I turned around and sure enough, there were two tall buildings in the garden that were very close together, forming a narrow gap facing the balcony of the Cold Exemplary. The three floors below had walls and locust trees that served as a barrier, but the Cold Exemplary had nothing, so he was the first to bear the brunt. This situation constitutes the Heavenly Slaying Demon. The culprit is the sick one and the heavy ones have a bloody disaster. If it wasn't for the old beggar's words, I really wouldn't have realised it.

I looked at the time. It was ten o'clock, and since the center was off to the side and the demolition was still going on, there were few people on the road except for the lights of the taverns.

When I entered the neighborhood, the floor blocked the lights of the city, making it especially dark. I turned on my cell phone, barely lit the road with the light from the screen, and headed straight for the cold building. This was also a relatively old residential area, and there was no property management here either. It was rather dirty and messy. On the left side of the building that Leng Wuzui resided in was a path that led straight up and down, throwing all the rubbish there. The trash from the upper echelons fell and landed heavily on the ground, splashing out and landing on the road outside. Due to the lack of treatment after a long period of time, a huge pile of meat was piled up below. The stench was unbearable.

As soon as I stepped onto the stairs, I felt a gust of wind blowing down from above. It was cold, like dry ice being sprayed on the stage. The stairs were pitch black, unlike the new buildings, which now had lighting. The houses here had probably been there for thirty years. The paint on the stair handles had fallen off, and the wooden handles were mottled and cracked, revealing bits of sawdust covered with a thick layer of dust. I almost vomited when I came in the afternoon.

The cellphone's lighting range was limited, so the light coming from the staircase was hazy. The light wasn't very real, and since the illumination range was limited, he couldn't see anything other than the area beneath his feet.

It was very quiet in the building. I guessed that everyone had already gone to sleep. There wasn't even the slightest movement from the bed. However, this silence made me feel uneasy.

I went up to the second floor, and just as I was about to turn the corner, I suddenly heard a loud snoring sound coming from the room directly opposite the stairs, as if I was sticking to a window. I shuddered and cursed, "It's too early to fight."

When I reached the space between the two floors, there was a sudden gurgling sound from the garbage tunnel behind me. Subconsciously, I looked back. There was nothing there, just a piece of iron hanging there, covering the mouth that was throwing garbage. Due to the vibration just now, it was currently swinging back and forth, making creaking sounds.

"Who the fuck dares to throw trash in the middle of the night!" However, I didn't think too much about it. This isn't something worth looking into. There might be a retard who would suddenly remember in the middle of his sleep that he didn't throw away today's trash, then get up and throw it away. However, in such an environment, I appeared to be in a state of shock. I hinted that I shouldn't let my imagination run wild and was just about to continue moving forward.

Then my cell phone rang. I turned it over and saw that it was indeed from Sister Yun. I had to answer the phone so I didn't have any lighting, so I had to stand here.

"What happened over there?"

Sister Yun panted, "Something has happened to Shui Qingling!" Because the tension over there is intermittent.

My heart thumped. Why is Shui Qingling so stupid? She actually chose to be a martyr? She actually chose to use her life to be sad. I couldn't help but feel guilty. If I had told him about her relationship with Leng Wuzui beforehand, things wouldn't have gotten so out of hand. I could only blame myself for being too focused on following Leng Wuzui and forgetting about him.

"Where are the people? How are they now?" I asked quickly.

"I've just received a phone call too, but the operation has just ended. I heard that he's out of danger!"

When I heard this, a rock in my heart fell to the ground, "You go and guard her now. I'll call you in two hours. It will only be two hours!"

"Alright, I'm on my way!" Yun-jie paused, then continued, "What are you doing now, why are there babies crying!"

Sister Yun's words may have been unintentional, but as soon as she said those words, my body immediately started to sweat. There was no sound coming from my body at all. At the very most, it was only from that piece of metal. I hung up the phone reflexively, afraid that something might scare her, just as I had hung up on Lu Siran.

I took out my cell phone and took a look around. There was still no one there, let alone any crying. The piece of metal was still ringing." Creak creak. Occasionally, he would make a soft "bang" when he hit the wall. I frowned, thinking that it was about time for you to stop. Thinking of this, I used my phone to look at it. It was a piece of black metal, with a lot of dirt underneath.

I slowly walked over and stuck my head out to take a closer look, but there wasn't anything strange about it. The only thing that could be considered strange was that the piece of metal in my hand would open up a bit more each time it shook, revealing the trash tunnel behind the cave. It felt like there was something there.

I slowly propped up the piece of metal with my foot. It was pitch black inside and with a flash of my phone, a white infant's face was reflected in the black garbage tunnel. My eyes emitted a faint green light. When the light swept past, the baby's mouth split open and let out a "wow" sound as he cried out. I felt my scalp tingle, and I stepped back. At this moment, he saw a small white hand slowly reach out from the inside, slowly feeling around the edge of the piece of metal, as if it was looking for a better grip. I didn't wait for him to firm his grip. In a panic, I lifted my foot and kicked him. With a loud bang, the piece of metal slammed into the wall, and immediately afterwards, I heard a miserable scream as it fell down the garbage tunnel. At the same time, I also ran up the stairs. Sister Yun was right, there was indeed a baby crying. But why was that baby hiding in the garbage tunnel? This trash tunnel was at most half a meter squared, and in order to ensure that the rubbish would fall down smoothly, the walls must be smooth. So how did he climb to the second floor?

I was so flustered that my mind went blank and I climbed several floors at a time, forgetting where I was going. Many years later, when I think back to my own experience, I can't help but exclaim at how awkward it was. I had wondered what this baby's face was. Although what I saw was a human face, I still preferred to believe that it was a cat, because if it wasn't a cat, then I might really have died there!

I hastily ran to the door of a room. This room should be the place where Leng Wuzui lived. Of course, I thought so, because every floor of the building had the same layout. I was pretty much calm by then, so I held up my phone to see which room it was. However, the moment I raised my hand, the back of my hand hit something and my phone fell out of my hand. I immediately squatted down and stretched out my hand to receive it. When I looked up again, there was nothing on my head. Weird, even if I jumped up, I wouldn't be able to reach this position. How could I touch something when I raised my hand. Furthermore, at that instant, I felt that it was soft.

I turned around and saw that there was nothing. I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart. I should hurry up and get back to proper business. I couldn't stay here any longer, I thought to myself. He was preparing to walk down the stairs because he had rushed to the sixth floor and passed the second floor. As I turned and walked down the four or five steps, I heard a voice behind me. It was very low, and trembling, and not very quick.

"Just now …" Why did he chase me just now? "It scared me to death!"