As soon as the elevator door opened, Wang Meng's men came up to him and pointed to the right.
I looked in the direction of his finger and saw a young man with short hair and a bathrobe with his back to me, sitting on a table dozens of meters away.
There was a teapot in front of him, and he was holding a tea cup in his left hand and a mobile phone in his right hand. He was watching videos and taking small sips.
This figure from behind looks so familiar, it must be Wu Hao, I know him even when he turned into ashes.
"That kid has been sitting here for almost twenty minutes and hasn't moved anywhere."
The man came up to us and lowered his voice: "No one has been here during this period. He is the only one on the fourth floor."
I looked away: "Didn't I say there were five people in total? The woman is in the guest room, where are the other three?"
Wang Meng took over the words: "They are all in the lounge on the second floor. I have sent people to keep an eye on them. There are still two cars of people guarding the door. Don't worry, they will never escape."
After saying that, he glanced at Wu Hao again: "How about we find a secluded place and I'll trick him over. There are too many people here so it's hard to do anything."
"Who said we're going to take action? I'm just chatting with him."
I took out a cigarette from my pocket and held it in my mouth: "Brother Meng, tell your brothers below not to act rashly. Even if those people want to leave, don't stop them. They are not ordinary people. If you insist on stopping them, you can't stop them."
Something will happen."
Wang Meng frowned: "That's not true, there are only three of us below. I have more than ten brothers outside, and they are all pretty good at fighting. A dozen of them can't beat three?"
In fact, I want to tell Wang Meng, let alone three of your brothers. If they were tied up, they probably wouldn't be able to beat even one of them.
But saying this can easily lead to misunderstandings, and people who don’t know better think I’m just looking for trouble.
So I simply waved my hand and said, "Just do as I say, don't do anything, just keep an eye on him."
Regardless of Wang Meng's reaction, after saying this, I walked directly to the table, walked around to the front and took a look, and found that the person sitting on the chair was indeed Wu Hao.
Then I walked up to him and said, "Brother, can I borrow a fire?"
He was staring at his cell phone, without looking up at me, and pointed to the lighter on the table, asking me to take it myself.
I picked up the lighter in front of him, lit the cigarette in my mouth, put it back, and then sat down on the chair behind him.
After about two seconds, just when I was taking my second puff of cigarette, Wu Hao seemed to realize that it was my voice, and I caught a glimpse of him suddenly paused out of the corner of my eye.
But he didn't look back, he just put down his phone and lit a cigarette silently.
"Brother, I want to ask you something."
I exhaled a long puff of smoke: "There is a medical school next to the reservoir. There is an apartment in the medical school. In the apartment lies a female ghost named Shen Mengying. I heard that she died in a car accident a few years ago. Do you know her?
?”
Wu Hao took a deep breath: "We know each other, what's wrong?"
Let me tell you, it’s nothing serious. I just want to ask you. Wasn’t she kidnapped some time ago? She was later rescued by two masters. However, she has been in a coma since the rescue and has not woken up until now.
, do you know what's going on?
There was a long silence. Wu Hao sat on the chair with the cigarette in his hand and said nothing for a long time.
Until the cigarette in my hand was about to burn out, I squinted my eyes and turned around and asked him: "Have you ever heard of the saying that no harm comes to the family?
You can hate me, you can take revenge on me, you can even kill me, but Yingying is innocent, right?
Did she provoke you? If you take Zhuo to arrest her, what good will this do to you?"
Wu Hao then turned around. There was no expression on his face and his tone was quite calm: "Brother Yan, you seem to be more energetic than you were some time ago."
I didn't say anything, because in my opinion this was a tasteless fart.
"I admit that this matter was my fault. I lied to Yingying and said she would show up only after something happened to you."
Wu Hao put out the cigarette butt in his hand: "Unexpectedly, as soon as I stepped out of the apartment, she was sucked back by something, and when I went to look for her again, I couldn't find her.
But Brother Yan, I really didn’t want to harm her. I originally wanted to ask Mr. Zhuo to help Yingying resurrect. This was also the promise He Weimin made to me when I agreed to cooperate. But now this promise can no longer be fulfilled. ."
I stared at Wu Hao's face for a long time, trying to find some details on it.
But there was no anger or resentment on his face, which made me a little confused.
I asked him: "Mouse, what are you thinking? We have known each other for more than 20 years, and just because of Shen Mengying, you would rather get together with He Weimin than kill me, so I will make you hate me like this?"
"Brother Yan, I admit that I have resentment in my heart. You can't wash away the fact that you killed Yingying while driving drunk, but I really can't say I'm resentful."
Wu Hao gave a self-deprecating smile: "The day He Weimin came to see me, I didn't believe you were still alive at all, because I was at the whole funeral and watched you being pushed in and cremated."
As he said that, he pulled out another cigarette from the cigarette case in front of him and lit it: "So when He Weimin said he could resurrect Yingying, I didn't hesitate at all. I thought you were already dead anyway, so why not What can we do if we cooperate with him? Is it possible that a man can die twice?
It wasn't until I met you in the cemetery that day that I realized I was wrong, you were still alive, truly alive."
I stared into Wu Hao's eyes: "What then?"
"Then on Mount Tai, I have been cooperating with He Weimin. The resentful spirits, rat spirits, and the mirror ghosts you encountered later were all caused by him.
It’s just that Sister Qing appeared too suddenly, and the Taoist Priest was also somewhat capable, He Weimin’s plan didn’t succeed, so he was killed by Mr. Zhuo just after he came back from Mount Tai.”
Wu Hao smiled bitterly again: "Actually, I felt very tortured when I was doing these things, even now. I tossed and turned all night long and couldn't sleep.
Especially when I stabbed you in the back, I really regret it. I ruined our friendship like this."
I sneered: "If you regret it, why don't you stop? After all, you still hate me."
"Brother Yan, I'm not like you. You have Sister Qing and so many worldly experts to help you. I'm just an ordinary person. Do you think I can handle it, Mr. Zhuo?"
He stretched out his arm, with a black pattern on it: "He came to me after He Weimin died. I couldn't resist his order at all. Moreover, his words were particularly contagious. I was incited by him and only felt... Hate.
There is only one thought in my mind, and that is to kill you to avenge Yingying.
Now I know that it is a kind of magic power, and this mark was also left by him on my body."
Wu Hao's tone was very calm when he spoke, as if he had accepted his fate.
He is right. If a demon cultivator wants to deal with ordinary people, it is simply a dimensionality reduction attack, let alone a demon-level figure like Mr. Zhuo.
So after a long silence, I sighed: "Mouse, it's not too late to look back now. Qingqing's father is staying here. As long as you are willing, when Uncle Liu kills that Mr. Zhuo, we will still be friends in the future."
"It's too late, Brother Yan, I can't go back."
A trace of despair flashed in his eyes: "My parents' lives are in Mr. Zhuo's hands. If he thinks about it, our whole family will die. Even if we kill him, where will Mr. Wei be?"
This is a road of no return, once you step on it, never think about going down."