Xuanmen's little milk bag is the strongest worker in the underworld

Chapter 182 Thriller Tour Group

At [-] o'clock in the evening, the Yun family gathered together after dinner to talk and laugh. This is a rare time for a family to get together in a day.

"Where did Xiao Qi go?" Yun Qiuce asked.

"Let's play with Xiaohua outside." Yun Qiuhong poked his head out and saw a pink figure flash past in the courtyard.

"Auntie, how is that young talented Fang Yue in your hospital?" Yun Kuang asked.

A bit of disdain appeared on Yun Qiuhong's face, "He's crazy, and his condition is getting worse. His relatives came to me today and said that he would be discharged from the hospital. I'll let them come tomorrow."

"No, I'm going to be discharged from the hospital before being cured." Yun Kuang couldn't believe it.

"Sister, you are miserable. I guess their relatives are going to blackmail you when they are discharged from the hospital. You are worried about the reputation of the hospital and don't dare to make a big deal out of it."

Yun Qiuhong smiled and shook his head, "They really didn't say anything about compensation this time, they were very honest, and they were extremely polite when they saw me talking to Dean Yun one by one."

"How could this be? This family has changed???" Yun Kuang chuckled.

"Sister, the Fangyue Hospital shouldn't have accepted him back then. I read in the news that his mother killed his wife a year ago, and he issued a letter of understanding as a family member. Then the police considered that his mother was old and had terminal cancer. Did not detain her. Poor his wife, the only daughter, who married a scumbag, leaving her elderly parents unattended."

Yun Qiuhong snorted coldly, remembering the information he had found.

Fang Yue's family is poor, but he is knowledgeable and educated, and he is also handsome and gentle.

Yu Anan is a city girl with good family conditions and good looks.There were many people who pursued her, but she looked down on none of them, except Fang Yue, who was willing to marry him.

One year after marriage, because Yu An'an's parents retired, Fang Yue showed his true colors, not only messing around outside but also domestic violence. Yu An'an took the lead in filing for divorce, and it didn't take long for the news that she was hacked to death by her mother-in-law.

In fact, the police also suspected that his family members were to blame, but Fang Yue killed An An by himself, and Fang Yue's psychological quality was very good. No matter how the police interrogated him, he always said, "I don't know anything."

There was no way, the police had no choice but to designate his mother as the murderer. Not only was Fang Yue released without charge, he also took Yu An'an's dowry house and car and lived a carefree life. He also looks heroic and upright. Not only has he made rapid progress in the work unit, but he has also appeared on TV recording programs and become a social celebrity with excellent reputation.

No wonder Yu An'an's ghost lingered after his death, otherwise no one could swallow this breath.

"'Phoenix Man' is terrible." Yun Qiuhong sighed.

"Sister, what did you say?"

"Oh. It's nothing. It's time for Xiao Qi to come back." She looked out.

At this time, outside the gate of the Yun family, Yun Qi sneaked out while no one was looking, and Yu An'an's soul floated quietly in front of her, still in the same appearance, dressed in white, with black hair loose, black eyes, and a knife wounded on her neck. The place where he cut it was bloody.

"There is a separation between yin and yang, and it's not suitable to stay in the human world for a long time. Just leave after pestering him for a month, and everything has been arranged for you."

At this moment, Yu An'an had lost her former hostility, maybe it was because Yun Qi had too much aura of a mystic master, she looked very well-behaved, raised her eyes without whites, "Thank you."

After that, he turned and floated away.

"Xiaohua, go back."

Xiaotuanzi called Xiaohuagou and happily bounced back home.

***
A few days later, in the northwest, Hemu City.

A round of sunset hangs high on the open horizon, so close that it seems to be within reach, adding a bit of tranquility to the desolate Gobi.

In the tour group, the red guide flags are waving, and the tourists are carrying long guns and short cannons, wrapped in thick windbreakers, and are specially waiting for this time to take pictures of the sunset.

"At six o'clock, the team will close at six o'clock at the latest," the tour guide shouted with a loudspeaker. "There is nothing to see at six o'clock. Trust me. Don't run too far. The temperature here is low at night, and there may be wild animals." haunt……"

The tour guide said the precautions, but few people listened.

Especially some grandpas and aunts have to dance in the sunset with silk scarves in their hands, and ask their companions to help take pictures by the way.

"Let's go to that place. It's closer to the sun, and the effect of shooting is different."

"well."

Seeing a few people walking towards the distant horizon, the tour guide stared at them worriedly, holding the loudspeaker to his lips several times, as if to remind them, but also afraid of disturbing their interest and causing conflicts.

Fortunately, these people were not far away, and within sight, the tour guide decided to ignore them and call them back when the time came.

"Come on, take a few more back shots, you guys turn around." The uncle who is also a photographer commanded.

The aunts turned around, and just as they were about to make a graceful gesture, they all stopped at the same time.

"what is that?"

"I don't know, performance team?"

Because they are frequent visitors to tourist attractions, they know that some scenic spots have professional performance teams.

"What's the matter? No more shooting?" the uncle asked, and stepped forward.

"Look why there is a group of people there, they seem to be riding horses." An aunt pointed to the distance.

"Looking at us, huh? Come here."

"If it's a performance team, can I take a photo with them?"

……

Everyone discussed enthusiastically, and saw those people approaching at an incredible speed in the distance, and the few people walking in front even raised their long weapons.

"Not good," the uncle roared, "It's not a performance team, run away!"

The others also sensed that something was wrong, so they turned around and ran away without caring about their elegant demeanor.

"Could it be that they came from ancient times? I think they are all wearing armor and riding war horses?" an aunt asked panting while running.

"What are you thinking, there is no time travel in this world!" The uncle was about to criticize the aunt's wild thinking, when there was a whoosh, and an arrow pierced the ground under his feet like a shooting star.

"Damn it, are you serious?!!!"

The uncle and aunt ran frantically in the direction of the tourist group, their old arms and legs were still quite useful at this time, shouting as they ran:
"Run, there's a situation over there."

"what?"

"Someone is coming towards us with a weapon."

Everyone looked up in unison, and the lively and festive tourist atmosphere just now disappeared instantly.

On the horizon in the distance, a mighty army rode tall horses, with long halberds and shields on their fingers, galloping here in an orderly formation.

The horseshoes made the ground tremble, the dust and gravel jumped regularly, and a huge shock was heard, giving the illusion of being chased by thousands of troops.

"Quick, quick, get in the car!" The tour guide yelled with a loudspeaker.

The bus stopped not far away, and the tourists ran to the bus like crazy, but a few brave ones stopped halfway through the run and recorded the scene in front of them with their mobile phones and cameras.

"Fuck, it can't be a ghost." An uncle carrying professional photography equipment zoomed in and saw the people at the front of the line. The faces under the helmets showed a faint gray-blue color, with gray-white eyeballs. It is turned outwards, without pupils, and the exposed skin sticks dryly to the bones, revealing a strange grayish white.

"Oh my god, it's a ghost, it's a ghost!" one person yelled mournfully.

This sound successfully created more confusion among the tour group, and the advantage was that the tourists were not in the mood to take pictures and ran like crazy to the bus.

The driver kept honking his horn.

Finally, the uncles and aunts with the worst legs and feet climbed into the car. The tour guide closed the door tightly and yelled at the driver: "Go!"

However, the driver let out a horrible muffled grunt and remained motionless.

The tour guide stepped forward, "Master?"

The driver turned his head, rolled his gray eyeballs, and showed a ferocious and terrifying smile on his blue-gray face, and stretched out his dead-branch-like ghost claws towards the tour guide.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly!"

　On the first day on the shelves, ask for a good order.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)