mysterious forerunner

Chapter 90 Ghost Hair Elevator
Liang Zimian was a little worried: "Qing Xiang, are you sure? Mysterious things... are also very likely to happen by chance. What if something goes wrong," Liang Zimian said with something in mind: "The Du family has a big appetite, and they won't just Be content with a mysterious prison.”

Zhang Qingxiang smiled heartily: "Teacher Liang, don't worry."

……

At noon the next day, Du Jinpeng and Wei Guoyan came back.

Also coming with him was a figure who looked like an old farmer, wrapped in a coarse cotton-padded jacket. He looked out of place with everything in the bustling modern city.

He didn't speak or look around, and just followed Du Jinpeng "honestly".

Du Jinpeng had no patience to talk in circles with Zhang Qingxiang: "Do you keep what you say?"

"Of course it counts." Zhang Qingxiang was also very happy: "We actually have a secret object in our hands that needs to be contained.

But I've kept this thing here for several days, for fear that you might think it's unfair. "

Du Jinpeng nodded and snorted: "You are quite confident."

Zhang Qingxiang: "During this period, you guys will stay in the group and go on missions with us. It is best if we all capture the secret objects together, so that no one has anything to say."

"it is good."

Du Jinpeng turned around and asked Zhang Ruiqian for an office. The three of them didn't want to stay with other agents.

After closing the door, Du Jinpeng immediately asked the "old farmer" for advice: "Uncle Zhong, can you see through that kid?"

The old farmer looked timid in front of outsiders, but now he had a proud and fierce look on his face. He opened his dry lips and uttered a high-pitched voice: "That little guy has some skills."

"Hehehehe! To you, his ability is extremely great. Even if you two are tied together, you are no match for him."

Du Jinpeng and Wei Guoyan immediately became respectful, leaned over and asked carefully: "Please give me some advice on how to defeat that kid."

The shrill and harsh voice replied: "Of course it depends on me, the Great Immortal. How can we still expect you two to be so capable as a three-legged cat?"

"Then this time I really have to ask the Immortal."

"We have done our best for you. Do you know what we want?"

"Don't worry, Great Immortal, the daily offerings will only be a lot more."

"Hehehe, that's good, otherwise I will have to take out your heart and drink it."

The ghost of a sharp-mouthed monkey-cheek flashed across the old farmer's face, and his voice became his own: "The great immortal is gone."

Du Jinpeng and Wei Guoyan said cautiously: "Uncle Zhong, please say a few nice words in front of the Immortal."

Uncle Zhong has great confidence in his Immortal: "Don't worry, you two. No one understands mysteries and weirdness better than my Immortal.

In this competition between you, that kid hit the iron plate and will definitely lose. "

Du Jinpeng and Wei Guoyan were obviously relieved.

How could this kind of wandering fairy between white mountains and black waters have been able to enter the Du family before?

But when a mystery came, the ancient Chuma Fairy immediately became a guest of the powerful.

For more than a month, people have secretly discovered that, let alone whether these magicians can defeat the mysterious ones, at least they have the ability to communicate with the mysterious ones!

Those "immortals" have their own communication methods, which are just right for the mysterious.

Uncle Zhong in front of him was worshiping a yellow immortal.

According to him, the great immortal has been practicing Taoism for 465 years.

In these mysterious scenes before him, there was no trouble that the old man could not solve.

……

At six o'clock in the evening, the red phone rang on time as if it was equipped with an alarm clock.

Zhang Qingxiang was not in a hurry to go out, so Du Jinpeng waited together.

"Senior Brother Ximen," Zhang Qingxiang called Ximen Ye over: "Let's split up our group first. You and Tian Mingkun and the others will form a new group."

Ximen Ye smiled and nodded, understanding what he meant. Now he has three free laborers, so he doesn't use them in vain.

But Ximen Ye was worried about those three and asked in a low voice: "Are they reliable?"

Zhang Qingxiang smiled slightly: "Brother, you must believe in my ability."

Ximen Ye was relieved and formed a new group with Tian Mingkun, Peng Shuangjie, Xiong Zhenlin and Feng Lintong.

At 8:30 in the evening, other teams had already dispatched. The phone rang again. Zhang Ruiqian answered it and handed it directly to Zhang Qingxiang: "Let's go."

Zhang Qing waved to Du Jinpeng, led the two newcomers, followed by the cleanup team, and set off in a mighty manner.

On Du Jinpeng's side, Wei Guoyan was driving, and Mr. Du also sat in the back with Uncle Zhong. "Uncle Zhong, let's see how you show off your power next."

Uncle Zhong corrected him: "I can't do it, I have to look at my great immortal."

Du Jinpeng didn't see the "Great Immortal"'s ability with his own eyes, so he still felt a little uneasy.

It’s not like he has no brains. He just believes whatever Uncle Zhong says?
Are there too many scammers these days?

If Uncle Zhong and his Huang Xian don't perform well tonight, Du Jinpeng will ask his family to replace them tomorrow.

Ten minutes later, they arrived at the scene of the accident.

This is an old community with sixteen seven-story old residential buildings.

An elevator was just installed last year.

The one that mysteriously arrived was Building 3.

The entire building was surrounded by a thick layer of darkness. It was a little different from other mysterious scenes. The darkness here was not like thick fog, but like layers of black cloth wrapped around it.

The only entrance and exit left is the elevator door where the elevator is installed.

But on the elevator screen showing the floor, there were no numbers, but a blood-red grimace that kept rising and falling!

An agent looked at the elevator door and felt a chill down his back: "How come this elevator door turned into two coffin boards?"

Du Jinpeng looked at the elevator and asked in a low voice: "Uncle Zhong, how are you doing?"

Uncle Zhong didn't respond for a long time. Du Jinpeng was a little impatient when he waited. Uncle Zhong suddenly said: "My great immortal said that the things inside are a bit fierce. Let the boy touch a nail first, and then he will take action."

Du Jinpeng felt uneasy, but he still waited patiently.

Zhang Qingxiang came to the elevator door and tried to activate [Yuzhu] secretly, but there was no response inside.

Zhang Qingxiang took out the eight-sided swallow-tail spear again and clicked on the elevator button.

In the triangular block of the button, the red light flashed on and off quickly, as if a wire was short-circuited, but the red light was particularly dazzling.

On the electronic screen, the dark red ghost face shook a few times and began to decline.

The elevator then descends.

Ding!
The elevator has arrived.

The grimace stopped at the bottom of the electronic screen, seeming to be smiling, welcoming the person who was about to die, making it even more weird and terrifying.

rumbling...

The two coffin boards made a dull sound of wood rubbing together and slid aside. The car was empty and eerie, with a pale pale and bluish light falling from above.

Zhang Qingxiang observed for a moment before walking in.

The elevator doors rumbled shut again and began to sway upward.

In the process of rising, the sound it makes is not the sound of mechanical rotation, but a "squeaking" sound that makes people tremble in their souls.

It's like... a hanged ghost hanging from the beam. When the wind blows, the body floats, and the sound of the hanging rope rubbing against the beam is made.

On the electronic screen, the dark red ghost face opened its mouth and laughed silently, as if it was rising with the car.

Zhang Qingxiang held the green light spear tightly, his face full of caution. Suddenly Zhang Qingxiang raised his head suddenly. On the top of the car, a cover was opened at some point.

Several gloomy faces were lying on the gap, looking at him.

His eyes were blood red, his face was black, his sharp fangs turned out of his lips, and a drop of fishy saliva fell on the ground.

Zhang Qingxiang snorted fiercely and thrust the [Tiger General's Spear] upwards, like a dragon out of the sea.

Those grimaces retracted with a swish.

Zhang Qingxiang had already followed the gun, shrunk his body, passed through the hole and stood on the top of the car.

It was dark all around, and there seemed to be a faint light, and some things could be vaguely seen.

The hungry ghosts who were spying on him were quickly crawling away along the surrounding walls.

There was a thick layer of dark blood flowing down the wall.

Zhang Qingxiang suddenly noticed that what was holding the elevator car was not a steel cable, but a few long hairs.

Looking up along the long hair, there is a wet female ghost at the top, her neck is crooked, her eyes are pale, and she is pulling the car up by her hair!
　There is another chapter tonight.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)