Chapter 132 Paper Crane

Just as the car started, Yin Hui suddenly saw a white paper crane flying past through the rearview mirror.

Yin Hui was stunned for a moment. When he looked again, the car had turned a corner and the white paper crane disappeared.

"Master Driver, stop the car." He shouted, then quickly opened the car door.

I looked up at the sky, but it was empty, and there was no sign of a white paper crane.

"Please go to the snack street and cross the bridge rice noodles together." Yin Hui hurried into the car and shouted to the driver.

"Snack Street?" The driver frowned.

"Yeah, go quickly." Yin Hui nodded.

He seemed to realize something, and this white paper crane was monitoring him all the time. He had just met Ouyang Xue, and there was also a guy who used corpse oil to replace cooking oil across the bridge rice noodles. Yin Hui's heart pounded.

The more I thought about it, the more I became, the more I felt wrong. The young man must have been ill-hearted.

If this paper crane did fly to the rice noodles across the bridge, it means that the young man and the murderer of the serial murder case are in the same group.

The more I thought about it, the more I became, the more I felt wrong. My mind was full of Ouyang Xue, and I felt a little guilty towards her: "Why didn't I expect it at the beginning?"

Although the car had already increased the maximum accelerator at Yin Hui's urging, and it was probably impossible to bear to continue driving, Yin Hui still felt it was too slow.

After finally coming to the bridge rice noodles, I saw that the door of the small shop was closed tightly, and there were dilapidated spider webs at the door, which seemed to have not been open for a long time.

Yin Hui hurriedly paid the bill, then hurriedly got out of the car and slapped the door hard: "Hey, hey, Ouyang Xue, open the door for me, open the door for me."

"Open the door? Where is the person?" Yin Hui's heart became more and more impatient, and there seemed to be a big stone pressing against him in his heart, making him unable to breathe and almost suffocate.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang.

Yin Hui knocked on the dilapidated copper door with a sharp and harsh voice, as if it was a sarcastic laughter from a female ghost's throat.

"Hey, young man, what are you doing? The place has been closed for more than ten days, and it is probably because the boss quits." An old man selling barbecue next to him walked behind him and patted him gently.

He suddenly turned around, and for him, there were all kinds of soldiers.

Seeing the kind-hearted old man behind him, Yin Hui then breathed a sigh of relief, and then frowned: "The door hasn't been opened for more than ten days? Are you sure?"

The old man smiled and said, "Young man, I'm so old that I can't joke with you." Then he turned around and left.

"There hasn't been open for more than ten days? But how is this possible?" He took two steps back and then looked at the sign on it.

The words "The word "crossing the bridge" were very dazzling, which made Yin Hui's heart tremble.

He felt helpless. For the first time, he felt so helpless. He had just entered the barrier set by someone else, but he didn't notice it at all. He thought that the person who set up the barrier was so powerful.

If he had faced him, he would definitely not be his opponent. Bu Fan thought of something and quickly stood up, then walked in to the door.

There is no intention to avoid it.

As expected, he actually walked in and penetrated the door that looked like copper-shaped iron arms.

The owner of the barbecue restaurant was stunned for a moment. He saw a living person actually penetrate the big iron door alive. After rubbing his eyes, he thought his eyes were dizzy.

"Ouyang Xue, Ouyang Xue?" He realized now that his eyes were deceived. The door was just a barrier. The tricks he arranged could deceive those small shop owners, but they had no effect on him.

"Ouyang Xue." Yin Hui shouted anxiously, his voice echoing around and no one answered.

The room was dark, which was very different from the scene just now. It should be empty inside, without any tables or other decorations. Because I had never encountered anything after rushing around.

He breathed evenly and tried to keep his mood flat, but the whimpering sounds from time to time still made him feel a little nervous.

It seems that they are ready. Yin Hui moved his footsteps gently, leaning his back against the wall, and slowly moving. The money sword in his hand emits a bright light, driving away the darkness and dimness around him. Even so, the darkness is still like a shadow, like a huge ghost, devouring him at any time.

"Yin Hun, help, help." Ouyang Xue's sharp shouts came, piercing through the air and the space fluctuated.

"Ouyang Xue? Where are you?" Yin Hui's nerves were awakened by the scream at the first time, and immediately tense up, with a nervous expression.

Suddenly he felt a little itchy on the back of his head, as if a needle was pricked on his skin, itchy and painful. He could even imagine that several red bumps were rising.

Yin Hui didn't take it seriously at first, but the next second, more and more fine needles were pierced on the skin. Yin Hui was shocked and quickly looked up. With the faint light, he saw a terrifying woman's head above her head. Her huge pupils released green ghost fire. Her nose and mouth were shattered, and her flesh was rotten, and small insects were born, slowly withering from her face.

The fine and slender hair emitted a strong smell of blood. The black hair was dyed red by thick and fishy blood at this moment, and it looked very mottled, like the hard shell of a turtle.

Yin Hui was stunned for a moment, then felt his neck suffocating. His hair quickly wrapped around his neck as if he had been given life. His boring hands made him unable to breathe, his head turned red, and he was about to faint in the next second.

Haha, haha.

The female ghost opened its rotten mouth, and a red skewer fell from his mouth and fell to the ground. She was even squirming on the ground.

Oh my God, that's the tongue of the female ghost.

Yin Hui stomped the tongue with one kick.

Haha. Haha. Haha.

The sharp laughter of the female ghost came one after another, and she did not feel any anger at Yin Hui's trampling on his tongue, but instead became even more excited.

As his hair got closer and closer, Yin Hui kept pulling his hair open with both hands and struggling with his mission, but the hair was too powerful and extremely hard, like steel bars and mud, growing into the flesh, and bloodshot was revealed.

"Damn, your grandma's ball." Yin Hui roared angrily, then drew talismans out of thin air and made seals one by one.

After a few air blasts, the hair was broken. However, it still failed to break completely, and part of it was still wrapped around Yin Hun's neck.

Yin Hui's eyes were wide and wide in anger. He was worried about Ouyang Xue's danger. He roared angrily and then frantically pulled out the money sword from his pocket.

Only a bang was heard, the Jinqian Sword cut off the hair directly as Yin Hun's hands danced. Thousands of strands of hair seemed to have withered late autumn leaves to the ground, and it was like the dark snow falling from the sky.

Looking at the black snow, Yin Hui sneered and looked up. His face was even pale. There were white clouds on his hair. His index finger and middle finger were put together with each other. He stretched his finger to the edge of his lips. He bit him hard and a hole was cracked. A drop of blood dripped from the wound and fell on the thick hair like white clouds.

Sizzling, the hair seemed to be rotting rapidly like a concentrated sulfuric acid, emitting waves of stench and bloody smell. The rolling white mist completely submerged them.

Yin Hui looked up again, and the rotten head finally fell from the ceiling, opening the big black mouth, as if to bite Yin Hui's head.

Yin Hui was calm and dodged quickly, inserting the money sword into the direction he was just now, with the tip of the sword facing upwards.

After a heart-wrenching sound of howling ghosts and wolves, the Jinqian Sword released a stream of strong and fishy white smoke, which drowned the ghost's head. Then the ghost's head's cry became smaller and smaller, and then it began to rot, and the hair, head, and flesh all turned into pus and fell to the ground.

Until everything disappeared, Yin Hui picked up the sticky money sword from the ground and wiped it.

"Hmph, damn, I actually killed my ghost slave." At this moment, a roar came from the darkness opposite.

Yin Hui's eyes widened, and he knew this voice, which should be the boss who had crossed the bridge rice noodles together.
Chapter completed!