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

Chapter 324 Is My Body Still Getting Used To It?
It was dark and the restaurant was already closed.

The woman closed the shop door and started to clean up, a job she did every day, sometimes until midnight by herself.

Thinking of what the little girl said during the day, I feel uneasy and have a faint sense of expectation.

What is a reunion?
Could it be that she wanted that?

If it is, don't be afraid even if it is scary.

While thinking about it, the wind blew in through the crack of the door, as if someone was beating on the shop door.

"Closed, come back tomorrow..."

Suddenly remembering that he was going to go out with that man early in the morning, he bit his lip and said nothing.

The wind noise outside the store was actually really quiet.

Only one dim light was turned on in the store, and a narrow blackness was revealed through the crack of the door, which was so thick that one couldn't help but look up at the crack of the door, as if there were a pair of eyes hidden in the crack of the door, peeping secretly. in.

The woman rattled pots and pans, and suddenly felt a low and slow rattling sound from the stairs leading to the second floor.

What the little girl said came to mind again, reunion?
Could it be that he is back?
The woman hurriedly looked up the dark stairs, but there was nothing there. The dim light from the dining room added a strange silence to the stairwell.

Suddenly there was a chill on his shoulders, as if something had slapped him, and he turned his head suddenly, as if his eyes disappeared in an instant, and the coolness remained on his shoulders.

After confirming that something had patted her, the woman couldn't help shivering, and a dense chill covered her body.

She has no ghosts in her heart, she is upright and is not afraid of the shadow slanting, and she firmly believes that that person will not harm her.

But after all, it is a ghost, and it will be subconsciously afraid, so it trembles and asks: "Dongzi, is it... is it you?"

No one answered, and there was another clicking sound on the stairs, but it was higher than before, as if they had reached the top flight of stairs.

From the woman's point of view, she couldn't see the stairs above, but she could see a ray of light from the gap in the stairs. At this moment, she saw clear bloody footprints one by one.

She covered her mouth in horror, trembling with fear, but still couldn't help trying to follow.

However, his body was extremely heavy, and even moving his fingertips felt exhausted, so he slumped to the side chair and sat down.

In the apartment on the second floor, the young man sat carelessly on the sofa, with various snack bags and several cans of beer on the coffee table.

Hearing footsteps coming from the stairs, he raised his voice and shouted, "Is that you Jiaping?"

His answer was the sound of clicking footsteps, which seemed far away because of their slowness and heavyness.

But he could hear it, it was very close, getting closer.

Subconsciously looking towards the door, in the stairwell, moonlight poured in through a small window. The door on the second floor was an old-fashioned anti-theft door with a sense of age, and there were several iron bars on the door.

At this moment, the wooden door inside was open, and the corridor outside could be clearly seen through the iron fence.

Dongzi looked over with disbelief, and saw a bloody face smiling at him outside the iron fence.

Dongzi woke up instantly, and sat up from the sofa, his voice was trembling and stagnant that he didn't realize it:
"How did you find it here?"

The bloody face was pale and gray, the eyeballs were gray and blue, and the mouth was split to the back of the ears. Although it was terrifying, it was exactly the same as Dongzi on the sofa.

"How dare you... who told you to come here!"

Dongzi jumped up from the sofa. It was not a warm spring night, but he felt sweat layer after layer on his body.

Ghost, he is not afraid.

But the most frightening thing is that he can still find this place even though he has already been restricted.

Clearly something was out of his control.

"My body, my face, are you still used to it?" The bloody black figure slowly opened its mouth, and the corners of its lips were curled up, revealing fine and outwardly serrated teeth.

Two identical faces, looking at each other through the iron fence, is creepy.

Then I saw the black shadow outside pass through the anti-theft door and come straight in.

A stack of yellow talismans appeared in Dongzi's hand, and he quickly took a mahogany sword from behind the photo frame on the wall, staring fiercely at the approaching black shadow.

"Honestly, your body is not bad to use. It's good to be young. If it wasn't for that bitch woman not cooperating, I could live a normal life."

Dongzi smiled darkly.

I saw dense black air wafting from the black figure on the opposite side, and the eyeballs also changed from gray and white to pitch black.

Suddenly, a sweet and soft sound of milk sounded,

"Don't be fooled, he is irritating you. Once you become a ghost and lose your mind, it will be impossible to return to the flesh."

"Who? Who's talking?" The sweat on Dongzi's forehead was clear and dripped down his temples.

Compared with the black shadow that came to the door, it seemed that the sweet and natural clip sound was more terrifying.

"Here it is, big fool."

Dongzi followed the sound and saw that on Heiying's trouser leg, a little red paper man was holding the trouser leg, and greeted him with a small cut out round hand.

The corner of Dongzi's mouth twitched a few times, where did it come from?

"Don't think about it, I broke your restriction. You took away his body and imposed a restriction on his soul, making him almost become a ghost. If he really killed someone, no matter how serious the grievance was, he couldn't appeal. You can only plead guilty and be punished. I have to say that your heart is really dark, darker than the preserved eggs I ate this morning!"

Dongzi's face twitched a few times again visible to the naked eye. The originally handsome face, perhaps because the soul inside was too dirty, turned dark and ugly.

"Impossible, it's impossible for anyone to find out about what I did..." Dongzi, to be more precise, should be Master Chen, shaking his head violently, unable to figure it out.

He looked confused, but his eyes flashed fiercely in an instant. The yellow talisman in his hand was burning, and he scattered it casually. He stabbed towards the shadow.

Ding sound.

But the little paper man stretched out two chubby and round paws without fingers, clapped his palms together, and slapped the mahogany sword into his palm.

The standard action of grabbing a white blade with bare hands, which was originally a very heroic movement, was a bit funny because it was made by a little red paper man.

The shadow had disappeared and appeared in the master bedroom.

Dongzi immediately reacted, "What are you going to do?"

He gave up the mahogany sword and was about to go straight to the master bedroom when the little red paper man jumped onto his head in an instant, slapping his face wildly with two ball-like palms left and right, while shouting towards the master bedroom:
"hurry up!"

Finally, before Master Chen broke free from the little red paper figurine, Hei Ying found an old and yellowed book.

Master Chen jumped out and let out a scream: "You can't take it away from me, give it back to me..."

He's about to pounce again.

Hei Ying stuffed the paper book to the little red paper figurine, and said sharply, "Take it, and give it to your master. Next, I will avenge myself!"

With that said, he rushed to his body.

　Today's little paper people are also little paper people who have made great contributions.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)