Zhao Yunlan said coldly: "It is said that a villain who has too long opening remarks will be shot to death. Do you believe it?"

There were rustling sounds from all directions in the forest, as if countless tiny footsteps were walking among them. Zhao Yunlan pressed the lighter, and the flames as big as beans were raised high by him, illuminating a small halo.

Suddenly, he turned around suddenly, and a short shadow flashed behind him and floated straight into the air. He was no longer in place in an instant, leaving only a long, spider-web-like hem, which was swiftly across at a speed that was not visible to the naked eye.

A burst of laughter was like a bird crying at night after reporting the death.

Zhao Yunlan stood still for a moment, and the thing seemed to be afraid of him, and kept floating around him elusively, but he never approached him every time.

Suddenly, a long whip was swept out with a strong wind, and tied the thing around the waist from an extremely tricky angle. Zhao Yunlan shook his wrist and fell heavily. The thing was screaming in his throat. He looked closely and saw a "person" who was over one meter long was spoiled to the ground.

The "person" couldn't see clearly the men and women, but the folds on his face were full of folds, and his nose was very prominent, occupying almost half of his face, which squeezed out the rest of his facial features. At first glance, it looked like an ominous bird, with a pair of eyes as big as beans, and almost no whites were seen. When he looked at people, he was gloomy, and suddenly he smiled, revealing his uneven yellow teeth that were in and out.

Zhao Yunlan half-squatted down, supported her elbows on her knees, stared at the man for a moment, and asked bluntly: "Hey, what are you?"

The man stared at him gloomyly, and said in a saw-like voice: "Boy, don't be ignorant of the sky and the earth."

"Oh," Zhao Yunlan looked him up and down, "Then tell me how tall and thick are they?"

He reached out and took out the cigarette box, and with a trembling wrist, he held one in his mouth. The lighter flexibly flipped between his fingers, and made the fire come out of flowers. He lit it with a "Gada". The smoke smell with a slight mint smell made the man lean back and cough.

Zhao Yunlan held the other end of the Soul-Suppressing Whip and did not loosen his ties, asking, "Is it you who just sold it?"

The man snorted coldly: "Yes, what do you want to sell?"

Zhao Yunlan ignored it and narrowed his eyes and asked, "So, the merit pen is indeed in your hands?"

The man didn't speak, and his thief-like little eyes stared at Zhao Yunlan like a poisonous snake.

Zhao Yunlan bounced the ashes and picked up the little man's collar, dragging him directly into the air to look straight: "I don't believe it. The four holy tools also pulled out the radish and brought out the mud. Who sent you? Who asked you to attract me under the guise of a fake merit pen?"

The man had a sinister smile on his face, looking more like a big bird, and he rustled: "The person you can't afford to mess with."

Zhao Yunlan was not angry when she heard this, but laughed, holding a cigarette butt slanted, and said lazily: "The ones I can't afford to offend are my mother and my wife. Do you think it's up to you to meet their aesthetic views?"

When he said this, before the other party could react, he let go of the person in his hand and stepped on the short man hard. The smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and he said coldly: "I'm almost out of patience. Don't wait for my temper to come and kill you, say it!"

After hearing this, the person who was trampled by him suddenly looked at him with a strange look and asked hoarsely: "The Xu land of the West Sea, the Hai land of the North Sea, goes 130,000 miles from the shore. There is also weak water surrounding it... Paichanghe, Lu Tianmen, how powerful, do you still remember?"

Zhao Yunlan said expressionlessly: "You should ask my wife to say this, I have failed in Chinese since I was a child."

The man sneered, moved his deformed arm with difficulty, leaned into his arms, and took out a small golden bell: "Don't you remember this thing?"

Zhao Yunlan got goosebumps when he saw the bell. The bells were spiritual. Generally speaking, it had the function of summoning souls and gathering spirits. He had one soul fire on his left shoulder. Originally, three souls and seven spirits were not as stable as others, so he did not hesitate and stomped the other party's arm and bent down to pick up the small golden bell.

Unexpectedly, his hand touched it, but he couldn't hold it up no matter what. The small bell as big as a fingernail seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, which made his wrist hurt so much that he couldn't lift it up even a millimeter.

The short man suddenly laughed: "God... I can't pick up a bell, hahahahaha, is there anything more ridiculous in the world than Zheng?"

At this time, a demonic wind suddenly blew up, and the bell hanging on the broken limb suddenly rang very lightly. Zhao Yunlan's nerves immediately tensed up. The soul-suppressing whip turned around and rolled a huge ball of ghost fire. The ghost fire fell on the top of a tree. The trunk of the thick tree was withered and burned at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, it became a sucked dead tree.

Immediately, large groups of ghost fire came with the wind. When Zhao Yunlan took action three times, the man had retreated twenty meters away.

He felt that he was so lucky that he was in a state of excitement in love. He was just as poor as he was, but he was so poor that he encountered various people who disrupted social security during the law enforcement process.

The claws of white bones stretched out from the graves in the mountains and climbed up from the ground. The dwarf who was trampled by him floated up in the air. Behind him was a three hundred and sixty-degree three-dimensional surround. The small golden bell hanging on the broken finger of the dwarf swayed gently with the wind, making an inaudible jingle sound, as if it evoked the yin energy of the entire mountain. Large clusters of white mist emerged from the top of the dormant tree in winter. They then completely died. The crows that made nests on the trees roared for a long time and rushed to the bottomless night sky. The moonlight turned blood-red at some point.

Zhao Yunlan knew that he might not be able to be good that night.

He pulled out the cigarette butts and ran to the edge of the forest, saying, "Hey, don't just hit me indiscriminately. You haven't said what it was for to attract me."

Zhao Yunlan is now coming out to maintain public security and pursue peace, and I don’t know who just stepped on someone else’s arm.

"It shouldn't be so boring, just want to fight me, right?" Zhao Yunlan said, "I always sit in the office. I don't exercise normally, and fighting will definitely not work. We can seek civilized solutions. What do you think?"

The short man looked at him and just sneered.

Zhao Yunlan was chased by a ghost fire and climbed up the branch of a big tree with both hands, quickly hung himself up, flipped it in the air, fell down, just a turn around, he knelt on one knee and cushioned, facing the dwarf, asking, "Life and death, drive the ghost fire - are you a ghost cultivator or a earth immortal? As far as I know, ghost cultivator is afraid of dealing with living people, so as not to destroy their pure Yin body, or remind them of the story of their life, and give birth to inner demons for no reason. Then, is this adult a fan who works in the underworld? I just don't know which department is high?"

This time the short man was stunned for a moment, then denied: "What is the underworld? I still don't want to interact with them!"

"Ah," Zhao Yunlan nodded, "I understand if you say that. Is it a demon clan, which clan?"

The short man knew he had made up his words and closed his mouth tightly.

Zhao Yunlan's eyes rolled, and dimples flashed on her face: "I know if you don't say it, look at your appearance, the Black Feather Crow Clan who "hears the sound of the dead", right? But I must ask the elder of the demon clan carefully when I look back. I have always had a good relationship with the demon clan. Although I won't be brothers, I will at least be polite when I meet. What do you mean?"

The short man knew that he could no longer let him guess, and suddenly shook the golden bell violently in his hand. At this moment, Zhao Yunlan laughed and stretched out his hands behind him.

He broke his fingers at some point and used blood to draw a complex pattern between the two yellow paper talismans, just one and one half, two pairs together.

Most of the two paper talismans were quietly burned, one pointing to the sky and the other pointing to the ground.

Zhao Yunlan suddenly let go, and thunder rose out of thin air. Fire dragons came out of the ground. The sky thunder squirted into the earth's fire. The entire wild grave slope instantly burned into black. Countless ghost fires were quietly swept into it. There was no movement and it was swallowed up. The fire ignited the hem of the crow clan's short clothes, but the unpretentious demon clan stood in it motionlessly.

His body was small, and at that moment, there was a sense of sternness on his ugly face.

Zhao Yunlan met his eyes and couldn't help but be stunned.

However, he could only activate the thunder and activate the earth fire. He wanted to control or let them stop, which was already beyond his ability. Zhao Yunlan stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to pull the other party, or wanted to say something.

But at this moment, the dwarf in the fire suddenly held a half-human face, and black crow feathers transformed into their bodies. The shriveled and deformed wings spread out, and the feathers were burned in an instant and were held behind them, like a pair of roasted Orleans wings, which were pitifully ugly.

The dwarf roared to the sky, and suddenly turned into a black mist in the flames, and sank into the golden bell.

The firelight around the golden bell suddenly changed color, as if 100,000 strong lights condensed in one place. Zhao Yunlan hurriedly closed his eyes, but it was too late. He felt a sharp pain in his eyes. He held his arm in front of him and quickly retreated without seeing anything clearly. Then the sound of a soul-chasing ringtone came, like an awl, nailed into his ears.

In a trance, he seemed to hear the sound of a mountain collapse. The giant pillars that reached the sky broke from the middle, and the rugged rocks rolled down from the high place, stretching continuously, making a rumbling sound, as if the sky had collapsed together.

Zhao Yunlan felt that there was a person behind him suddenly. The man was peeking at how long they had been fighting against the snipe and clams. At this time, the fisherman came out to benefit and reached out to grab his shoulder.

Zhao Yunlan endured the dizziness that almost made him unable to stand firmly, took a step slantedly, and whipped the soul-suppressing whip back to the man, but he could hardly see or hear. He couldn't tell wherever he whip went, and there was only a light sound, and then a powerful force came from the tip of the whip, as if he wanted to pull him over.

Zhao Yunlan didn't feel sorry for his whip at all, and immediately let go, and his reaction was extremely quick.

However, at this time, a hand touched the back of his neck like a ghost, and took advantage of the situation to achieve perfection. Then, the man caught Zhao Yunlan who had completely fainted.

The huge robe sleeve of the ghost face fell into the remaining fire on the ground. The fierce fire was extinguished, and the thunder sounded calmed down.

He seemed to have no effort, picked up Zhao Yunlan with one hand, bent down and picked up the small bell as heavy as a golden cudgel, pinched it with two fingers, took it to the front of his eyes and looked at it for a moment, suddenly sneered, put it in his sleeve, turned around and walked out.

Chen Wei rushed to No. 4 Guangming Road, but found that all the lights were turned off, and only a group of ghosts were still attending meticulously. Chen Wei was anxious and turned around and took a few deep breaths in the yard before he could barely calm down, forcibly calm down, and counted his traces.

Then he was surprised to find that Zhao Yunlan was coming here.

Where did he go without sleeping in the middle of the night? What did he go to the Special Investigation Office?

Chen Wei suddenly turned around, but found a familiar person hanging high in the air.

The gentle and elegant teacher Shen changed his face in an instant.

Ghost Face looked at the Soul-Slaying Knife pointing at his chin with no fear. Instead, he lowered his head and patiently sorted out Zhao Yunlan's clothes that were blown by the wind, and chuckled: "When you see you, follow me in every way, and you can't even drive you away. When you see me, I will give me a whip first. Do you think he is so partial?"

Chen Wei almost squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "Let go, don't touch him with your dirty hands."

"Dirty hands?" Ghost face smiled softly, "Are you very clean?"

Chen Wei's face turned cold.

Ghost Face chuckled, raised his hand and threw Zhao Yunlan out. Chen Wei quickly removed the knife to avoid hurting him, and reached out to catch the person steadily.

"I have never regarded you as my own person there, but I am different," said Ghost Face patiently. "I hope you can think about who is better to you, and whether it is worth it for those irrelevant people to destroy themselves like this."

When he said this, his eyes fell on Zhao Yunlan again: "Who are you? Who do you want? Even if... you need to worry about gains and losses like this, don't you want to ask for it? Even I pity you."

Chen Wei said coldly: "You don't have to worry about it."

A strange smile appeared on the mask on the ghost face: "Okay, then don't regret it."

After saying that, Ghost Face turned around, the wide cloak rolled up its high tail, turned around and disappeared into the night sky.

Chen Wei immediately took Zhao Yunlan back to his apartment. Zhao Yunlan's trauma seemed to be serious, but he had a small bump. The back of his neck was red, probably because he was dizzy by someone's palm. Apart from that, Chen Wei couldn't see anything bad about him, so he had to sit restlessly on his bedside, waiting for him to wake up by himself.

Zhao Yunlan slept until noon the next day. During this period, his phone rang several times, and the people on the bed didn't move at all.

It was not until the sun had risen to the south that his fingers suddenly moved. Chen Wei, who had already begun to be anxious, immediately grabbed his hand, shook it gently, and said nervously: "Yun Lan?"

Before Zhao Yunlan had time to open her eyes, she lowered her head and covered her neck: "Fuck me, which bastard did it..."

Seeing that he still had the intention to curse, Chen Wei let down half of his heart, but then he heard Zhao Yunlan call him with a strong voice.

Chen Wei hurriedly asked, "Well, why?"
Chapter completed!