From the Bird

"I won't let him go, I won't."

Judy was wearing a high-necked purple nightgown with wine stains on her lips, and the tall glass was empty.

Li opened her mouth next to her and wanted to speak without knowing what to say. Like a man like three richer and five more dead, seeing Judy's immortality.

However, this is by no means a bad thing for Judy.

"Ma'am, your phone." The pigtailed maid came over.

Judy picked up the phone and her voice was low and magnetic.

"Hello? Mr. Charles, it's late, is there anything wrong? The case? Is the case closed?"

Judy listened quietly to the lawyer over there.

"Okay, Charles, I'll think about it. I'm a little tired, and I'll contact you another day."

Judy hung up and frowned.

"Somehow, Judy?" Li asked, looking at Judy's look wrong.

"The auction of looted antiques would like to see the uncle's shovel in private. The inventory of the recovered antiques is missing a few isolated pages collected by the masters of the Republic of China. If he took them, he would be willing to pay a high price.

Li knew that she was talking about Li Yan.

"Where is that kind of person good for stealing antiques?"

Li laughed abruptly.

"No ..." Judy shook her head, seeming to remember something: "One time I changed clothes, I saw him put on him."

"You watch him change clothes? Or are you changing?" Li opened her eyes wide.

Judy glared at her, lowered her head for a moment, and raised her head.

"Li, please contact the people at the auction later to find out the origin of this thing. Also, help me find a channel to find out, where have I tried this kind of thing recently, quickly."

...

On June 30th of the Year of the Yin Hu, it should be buried, Heshoumu ...

It was hazy.

The man held long objects in his hands and was wrapped tightly with cloth. He buried his head, avoiding the sewage under his feet, and pushed open the door of the apartment at 22 Sumiao Street. The pieces on the chest became hotter, and seemed to be craving for something.

The walls of the apartment are filled with chalk graffiti, and there are large cracked wall coverings. Number plates pass over Li Yan's eyes. Some rooms are still lit and some are invisible.

Until facing the 411 number plate on the door, Li Yan clenched his fists and gently pushed with his hands, and the door opened.

The stench was also concealed with a strong **** smell!

Li Yan's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously took two steps back.

The cold and faint light sprinkled down, so that the house would not be completely dark.

The woman sat motionless on the chair. She was facing Li Yan, her face was not real.

"Oh, aunt, don't sleep so late."

Li Yan's eyes were sharp like a hawk, and he strode inside.

He walked up to the woman and politely took a chair and sat down.

"..."

"aunt?"

Li Yan tilted her head, and the woman on the opposite chair was still motionless. Li Yan Yi gritted her teeth and walked past the stench, and finally saw the woman's face with the slight sorrow.

The large black corpse was startling, and several green-headed flies fell on her rotten face, and some parts of her body had begun to shed corpse water.

"Silk ~" Li Yan held his breath subconsciously.

Suddenly, the woman's closed eyelids opened sharply, and her stinky claws hit Li Yan's neck!

The sword-like light flickered across, a pair of withered and black arms flew high in the air, and the black rancid blood spilled to the ground.

Li Yan's eyes widened, and his sword blade swirled into the air with a swift radian, chopping to the horrible corpse's head opposite.

The small, thin corpse shrank back without warning, and the blade eventually wiped its neck, and a black sticky blood sticked to the tip of the sword.

"dead!"

Li Yan did not flinch, a tiger jumped close to the corpse. The sword blade stabbed into its heart fiercely like an off-string arrow, and struck it in a pair! Stiff your wrist. Rotten black blood spewed out and splashed on Li Yan's chest.

Li Yan intends to draw back the Han sword, but finds that the strength in his hand is like a mud ox entering the sea.

In front of him was a weird and dangerous situation he had never seen before, and his decisiveness was fully revealed. He did not hesitate to loosen the hilt, kicked his left calf backwards, and pinched his right foot on the hilt, letting the whole The Han sword was pierced through the body of the corpse ghost, leaving only one hilt exposed. After that, there was no astringency, he picked up the folding stool on one side and banged on the head of the corpse!

The folding stool suddenly broke, and the sawdust was scattered everywhere, leaving only half of Li Yan's hands exposed with fresh stubble.

Maybe Li Yan was too hard, maybe the quality of the folding stool was too poor. In short, an accident that made Li Yan's heart sank happened, and a sharp sawdust flew into Li Yan's eyes and shot at him. Li Yan's reaction speed closed his eyelids before the sawdust flew into his eyes, but he lost sight of the ghoul.

Sawdust cut Li Yan's eyelids. When Li Yan opened his eyes again, the right eyelid was already red with blood, and the ghoul that had been in front of Li Yan's eyes disappeared!

Li Yan didn't want to twist his waist and turn around. His spine twisted, his back was like a steel whip, and his hammer was behind him!

Nothing behind ...

"Ha ~ ha ~"

Li Yan gasped, looking around, not seeing anything moving in the room. He took a steady breath and yelled:

"Axiu! Are you there? Ah ..."

Li Yan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his waist, a deboning sharp knife was impartial, and pierced his waist and eyes!

The man's swiftness can be described as terrible. When the blade touched his clothes, he had already subconsciously buckled the opponent's shoulder with his backhand, but touched an empty space again, and in the cold, he had to pinch the handle and found the knife It's actually a living thing, and he digs viciously into his waist and eyes!

Li Yan had to pull out his sharp knife, cover his **** waist with his left hand, and lean his body against the corner of the wall, carefully watching everything in front of him.

These rounds are not like the fierce ghost's disparity crushing mortals, but rather a keen confrontation between a sharp and ferocious beast and a terrifying and weird ghost.

"Hey, aunt, are you more angry than me?"

Li Yan even laughed at this time, but the cold flames in his eyes almost sprayed out.

"I'm going to die like this, no matter how fierce I think you are, what's the matter, let's meet again when I get off the ground?"

"Ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong ..."

The pots and pans in the room were shaking for a while, Li Yan held a sharp knife in his right hand, his eyes did not blink, and the blood on his eyelids dyed everything in front of him to blood red.

There was silence in the room, as if the ghoul had left.

Ten seconds, thirty seconds, one minute, two minutes ...

Li Yan's eyes were sour, but he didn't dare to blink. Sweat flowed from his forehead to the tip of his nose, then dripped to his lips, soaked into his mouth, and tasted extremely salty.

Finally, Li Yan couldn't help blinking his eyelids, his eyes were dark for less than half a second, and a rotten dripping black **** face clung to the tip of his nose!

"puff!"

Li Yan even spit the blood from the tip of his bright red tongue, spraying the corpse's face and face!

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