Climb out by clinging to the wall...

Does the shop owner know Yan Zi Li San's unique skill - "Scorpion Climbing the City Upside Down"?

Qin Nuo searched the room for a while, and after finding nothing else, he asked Bai Wei to explore other places.

As there were no other factors interfering, the two made rapid progress.

After checking several half-closed rooms, it was already 2:30 in the morning when they arrived at the third floor of Weimei Hospital.

"There are nearly four hours before the end of the mission."

Qin Nuo glanced at the time and spoke as he walked forward.

"I searched most of the building so quickly, but I didn't find anything."

Bai Wei was a little confused.

Not only the half-open rooms, but also the closed rooms have been entered, and so far no abnormalities have been found.

"Do you think it's too smooth?"

Qin Nuo lifted his collar.

This hospital was disturbed by doctors and patients several times before it closed down.

Except for the doors and windows on the first floor, which had been repaired and patched, the windows on the other floors were damaged to varying degrees.

Although it was summer, the wind coming in from the exposed window was still very cold.

Blowing on the skin, the whole person was cold.

"It feels like the calm before the storm..."

Coming to the third floor, Bai Wei looked at the deep corridor in front of him and said.

It was as if something unknown was staring at him from the depths of the corridor in front of him, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

He secretly glanced at Qin Nuo next to him.

This man looked calm and unperturbed, and seemed not to worry about possible dangers.

"What are you looking at me for?"

Feeling that he was being watched, the latter asked indifferently.

"Aren't you afraid? There might be evil spirits hiding in front of you waiting for an opportunity to come out."

"Afraid?"

Qin Nuo asked curiously: "Taoists are also afraid of ghosts? Don't you make a living by catching ghosts?"

"Taoists are also human beings, right? Human beings will be afraid of things."

Bai Wei squinted unhappily: "And who said that Taoists must rely on chasing ghosts for a living.

Donations from believers, undertaking rituals, and social work are our main sources of income.

For example, my master usually earns tens of thousands of yuan every month just by collecting tickets, drawing lots for fortune-telling, and selling consecrated instruments.

Occasionally, he meets some dignitaries who come to ask for feng shui, rituals, and fortune-telling, and they earn more.

Now he has bought three houses and two stores in Pingjiang City.

Even if he retires and doesn't work as a Taoist priest, he can live a comfortable life by collecting rent every month."

It turns out that not only are monks well-off, but Taoist priests are also good at making money.

He can buy several houses in Pingjiang City, and his net worth is close to 10 million.

"As a direct disciple, will all the property of your master belong to you in the future?"

Qin Nuo asked meaningfully.

"I don't know."

Bai Wei shrugged: "Master is in good health now, and it is estimated that he will be able to jump around for another 30 or 40 years.

But he did mention it.

He said that when I was 20 years old, he would transfer a house to my name as a birthday gift."

Qin Nuo smacked his lips.

I always feel that the players I meet are either powerful or rich.

The only one who seems to be a poor guy is Sad Arrow.

But you can't judge a person by his appearance.

Maybe Brother Arrow is actually the young master of a hidden wealthy family in the imperial capital?

There are not many similar plots in online novels.

What wife owes 50 million and carries a pig to pay off the debt.

The cowardly husband ran over, and the creditor knelt down and shouted: Master!

What about the grandma's birthday party? The gift money of 500,000 yuan sat at one table, the gift money of 700,000 yuan sat at another table, but the useless son-in-law asked: Which table should the gift money of 2 billion yuan sit at?

It is always said that art comes from life.

These seemingly outrageous and irrelevant absurd plots, who can guarantee that they will not happen in reality?

Could it be that the author has congestion in the cerebral cortex, necrosis of peripheral nerves, and is just fantasizing?

If it is really made up, how can we explain the thousands of readers who flock to such novels and compete to follow them?

After all, everyone has received nine years of compulsory education and is a cultured person who can easily get 985 and 211.

How can it be possible that they don't have the ability to distinguish between reality and fiction?

Just as the two were chatting, there was a sudden movement in front.

It seemed like the sound of feet stepping on fallen leaves.

Not far away.

Qin Nuo immediately frowned and stared, and the frying pan appeared silently in his hand.

"Master, is it an enemy?"

Bai Wei, who also heard the noise, couldn't help but look nervous.

He also held the peach wood sword in his palm, ready to defend against the enemy at any time.

"Hush."

Qin Nuo made a gesture to silence.

He placed the frying pan in front of him and reached forward carefully.

Because they were worried about being exposed, they had not used anylighting equipment.

Only relying on a pair of naked eyes, exploring in the dark environment.

At this moment, it is not clear what appears at the other end of the corridor.

But it is definitely not a good guy.

As the two go deeper, the situation inside the corridor gradually becomes clear.

Several sneaky black shadows with stiff walking postures appear in sight.

Sensing the approach of the player.

These shadows raised their heads and looked at them in unison.

The gray and white faces showed expressions that no one could understand.

The simple facial features drawn with ink, the vicious and hateful eyes, and the lips that seemed to be smiling seemed to be saying something.

Paper man!

Hiss——

Bai Wei took a breath of cold air, and the peach wood sword was about to stab out.

Qin Nuo's movements were faster.

Before the other party took action, the Nine Yang True Qi had already started to circulate in his dantian.

The extremely yang and strong breath was like a burning furnace.

Even standing nearby, one could feel the heat.

Qin Nuo stepped on the ground and swung the frying pan at the nearest target.

One hit.

The paper man screamed and flew out sideways.

The face was almost deformed by the blow, half in shock and half in pain.

It seemed that he had not yet reacted to Qin Nuo's sudden attack.

The other paper men rushed over in a hurry.

Their faces were full of anger and hatred.

But before he could stand up completely, Bai Wei, who was stepping on the Seven Stars Gangdou Step, came from the side.

The peach wood sword in his hand carried the Taoist magic of slaying demons and exorcising evil spirits, and he pierced the shoulder of one of the paper men with one sword.

The cold light rose, and the sword energy was still majestic.

Looking at the bright moon, who is the group of the lonely and arrogant.

The whole arm of the stabbed paper man drooped like soft noodles.

No flesh, no bones.

It was an empty shell made of paper paste.

The paper man who lost an arm wanted to resist, but a strong wind hit his ear.

After Qin Nuo knocked a target away, he threw the frying pan with his backhand.

The surging and thick Nine Yang Qi followed the direction of his attack and vented on the face of the paper man.

In an instant, the surface of the paper man made a "sizzling" sound.

It was like a piece of pig skin roasted on charcoal fire, turning red.

"A dirty thing driven by evil spirits."

Qin Nuo snorted coldly and increased the strength of his hand.

Prepared to destroy it in one fell swoop.

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