Nightmare Apostle

"Five yuan." Mo bargained blankly.

In the end, during the tug-of-war between the two, Yang Xiao told the truth about how he punished the father and son named Chen in Room 8009 for 7 yuan.

After hearing that Yang Xiao beat up a ghost violently, Mo Daidai couldn't help but feel surprised. This incident opened a new door for him, which proved that under certain extreme conditions, ghosts can attack, and the effect is surprisingly effective. Good.

Based on Yang Xiao's courage and courage alone, Mo Daidai felt that it was worth the price. This was a dangerous and bold attempt.

But the scene that happened next made the guy in front of Yang Xiao even more unpredictable. Mo Dudai took out another 5 from his pocket.

Yuan, handed it to Yang Xiao, "I bought this news, you can't tell anyone else."

Yang Xiao: "???"

"This news can make money. I guess by the morning, your bonus will either be none or extremely generous. You should understand,

If all of us here have money, it will greatly weaken your advantage and mine, and it is not ruled out that ghosts will increase the ransom amount. "Mo looked at Yang Xiao blankly and explained seriously.

Yang Xiao looked at Mo Dadai as if he were seeing a long-lost brother, and accepted the 5 yuan with a smile, "It's interesting, okay, I promise you."

"Chu Xi, there is one thing I want to say up front. I am a businessman, and trust comes first in everything. Since you promised me, you must keep it." Mo Daidai emphasized.

After accepting the money, Yang Xiao had a new understanding of Mo Dadai. This man was very interesting. Although he looked stupid, he had a good mind and was unusually persistent in rules. "There is one more thing I want to ask, Why are you following me during the day?"

"I told you, it wasn't me, it was Tong Han. She said she felt you were weird." Mo Daidai explained openly.

"What's weird?"

"I don't know, you can ask her face to face." Mo Daidai didn't seem to want to continue the topic. He waved his hand and issued an eviction order, "Chu Xi, you can leave, I want to rest."

Seeing that Yang Xiao didn't move, Mo sighed and explained: "Don't worry, you are very useful. I won't harm you. Each person will only be targeted by the ball-shooting ghost once at most every night. Please be careful." Just don’t encounter that female ghost.”

He said goodbye and left, just as Mo Daidai said, Yang Xiao returned safely all the way. When he returned to his room and closed the door, he breathed a sigh of relief.

There was a lot of information obtained tonight, and it was very useful. Yang Xiao thought of Tong Han who was hanging out with Mo DaDaDai during the day. He suspected that Mo DaDaDai also accepted Tong Han's money and revealed some key information in the mission to her. .

As Mo Daidai said, he is a businessman. Since he is a businessman, it doesn't matter who he does business with, as long as the price is reasonable.

2 hours ago.

Wang Longhui stood in front of a mottled wooden door, raised his head, and confirmed that this was his destination tonight, room 9032.

After doing enough mental construction, he finally reached out and knocked on the door.

Not long after, a strange sound came from the room, as if someone was dragging a piece of meat and rubbing it on the ground, and Wang Longhui's heart rose in his throat.

The door opened with difficulty, and an old man wearing a dog-skin hat and a gray thick cotton-padded jacket appeared in front of Wang Longhui.

The old man looked haggard, with dull eyes, sunken eye sockets, and a sickly sallow complexion. He was wrapped in a thick cotton jacket and thick cotton trousers. He had a pair of wooden crutches under his arms. These crutches had obviously been used for a long time. , the edges are badly worn.

"Uncle Song, I'm here to cook for you." Wang Longhui introduced himself politely. In order to make himself look brighter, Wang Longhui even took care of his hair before going out.

The old man's cloudy eyes gradually came into focus, and he struggled to get out of the way. His voice was hoarse but still polite, "It's all your help. Come and take care of such a bad old man like me."

"Anyway, uncle, you are too polite." Wang Longhui walked in the door with a smile, acting as well-behaved as the old man's children and grandchildren.

After entering the door, he first observed the room. There was nothing special about the layout of the old man's room, but a large wooden table placed in the middle of the living room attracted Wang Longhui's attention.

This is a large black round table, made of wood, made of very solid materials, and very textured. What really makes Wang Longhui feel strange is that there are 6 chairs placed near the wooden table.

One of the chairs in the center has a backrest, which is obviously the old man's seat, but what happened to the remaining five chairs?

According to the power of attorney, Uncle Song is a lonely old man. Is it possible that he still has the habit of inviting his neighbors to have dinner with him?

Thinking of this, Wang Longhui panicked a little. After all, the "neighbor" invited by Uncle Song would not be a good thing. He was worried that he would face far more than this ghost tonight.

‘Uncle Song, are there any other guests tonight? Wang Longhui pretended to ask casually, "My craftsmanship is average. It would be bad if I made you lose face." "

Uncle Song shook his head and sighed, "No, apart from a kind-hearted person like you, who else is willing to deal with a bad old man like me?"

Hearing this, Wang Longhui finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his smile became more sincere, "Don't say that. If you need it, I can still come to accompany you in a few days. How about a week later?"

"Thank you for your hard work, good Samaritan." Uncle Song was moved and tears oozed from the corners of his eyes.

Wang Longhui was too lazy to waste time with him. After pretending to ask if he had any taboos, he started preparing to cook.

It must be said that Wang Longhui was shocked when he opened the refrigerator door. The compartments inside were filled with mostly fresh vegetables, as well as various meats that had been thawed and ready to cook at any time. Some meats such as fish and whole chickens were cleaned up very cleanly.

Wang Longhui checked the meats very carefully, because after entering the room, he could always smell a faint stench of decay.

But until he checked the entire refrigerator, he couldn't find the source of the stench. The food here was very fresh, as if it had just been bought from the morning market.

And the food stock was very large, enough for 4 or 5 people to eat for a week. Wang Longhui couldn't help but wonder, can an old widow eat so much food?

"Uncle, how much food do you think I should cook?" Wang Longhui probed: "How much can you eat by yourself?"

"I will eat as much as you cook. Make more. It's better to cook all the food in the refrigerator." Uncle Song stood not far from Wang Longhui with crutches and stared at him, "But young man, you have to be faster. I am very hungry."

As soon as this sentence came out, Wang Longhui immediately understood it, and his hands moved quickly. It seemed that this was the crisis tonight. Uncle Song was a starving ghost. If he was not fed within a limited time, he would be eaten.

Uncle Song had no dietary restrictions and very low requirements for food. As long as he could eat, it was fine. Wang Longhui simply boiled half a pot of water in a large aluminum pot,

then threw in large pieces of beef, pork, and a whole frozen chicken. Seeing that Uncle Song did not object, he threw all the messy food in at once, and then added a lot of seasonings.

I don't know if it tastes good, but it will definitely fill you up. After that, he didn't dare to sit idle, and used the old-fashioned black iron pot next to him to cook a big pot of white rice.

As the smell of the food wafted out, Uncle Song stared at the iron pot with his eyes fixed, drooling from the corners of his mouth, "Hungry... hungry, how long will it take?"

"Soon." Wang Longhui was busy, holding a skewer with half a duck on it and roasting it.