Supernatural: the Opening Host Approached Science

As if the weak surrendered to the mighty emperor.

Jiang Han's standing figure is a bit bloody and cruel, and he is unparalleled.

It's completely different from the previous humorous affinity.

Song Yazhi looked at it, and was stunned for a while.

The figure of this man seemed to be full of mysteries, which made her want to explore and understand what kind of person he was.

Lighthearted and humorous, and cold-blooded domineering, which one is him.

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Fourth more!

Zhencai-kun, continue to work hard to code words! *

Chapter [-] Late Night Taxi (Five! Please collect flowers!)

"End work." Jiang Han raised the controlled driver with one hand, "Who are you, oh no, it doesn't matter who you are, just tell me where you really are?"

The driver gritted his teeth and sneered: "Hehe, no matter how strong you are, you can't find me."

"Jiang Han, today's hatred, one day I will make you pay the price."

click.

Done.

The driver killed himself by biting his tongue.

Obviously it is the soul control of the other person in his body.

Song Yazhi sighed: "Mr. Jiang Han, thank you very much for your help tonight, otherwise we will surely die."

"It's not over yet." Jiang Han smiled, "Don't be in a hurry to thank me, this guy has caused me a lot of trouble tonight.

"He should have used the secret method of the Maoshan Fuxuan School. He used the talisman to pin the Specter on the dead driver. It's hard to find his real body." Song Yazhi said helplessly, "The Pseudo Energy Bureau will find out who he is. , it's not too late to take revenge."

Jiang Hantian opened his eyes.

Immediately, I saw in the air, there was a tiny thread of talisman, connecting somewhere outside the school.

He directly stretched out his hand and took all the things that had just exploded into the system.

Then chase in the direction of the silk thread link.

"Come with me, I never plan to spend the night in my revenge."

With the addition of physical fitness.

Jiang Han's [-]-meter sprint all the way to the end of the silk thread connection.

There, there is a wooden table surrounded by yellow cloth, with sticky rice, talisman paper, and incense burner on it.

However, the incense in the incense burner has been broken.

This scene is very much like a Taoist platform in a zombie movie.

Jiang Han curiously picked up a yellow talisman paper written in blood on the table: "This thing is the so-called talisman? It's quite similar to those Taoist talismans in Hong Kong and Taiwan movies."

Song Yazhi nodded: "Mr. Jiang Han, you don't know, the previous Hong Kong and Taiwan zombie movies were actually based on reality to some extent."

"Maoshan is divided into Zhixuan and Fuxuan. The kind in the movie belongs to the combination of the two."

Jiang Han nodded.

Continue along the silk thread.

soon.

He took out a grotesque humbug from the bushes.

Although he was wearing a Taoist robe, but his wretched appearance made him look like a gambler no matter how he looked at him.

No wonder the remarks of the national football team were made before.

"Okay, tell me who ordered you." Jiang Han picked up the peach wood sword on the table and pinched the Taoist's mouth, "Otherwise, I will give you the whole wood swallowing sword."

The Ba Zi Hu Daoist was scared to pee.

He quickly said: "Sir, I am also hired by someone!"

"Let me go! My zombies are all dead in your hands, and there is absolutely no way to do anything wrong in the future."

"Who hired it?" Jiang said coldly.

A flash of fear flashed on the face of the Ba Zi Hu Daoist: "Sir, I, I can't say... the other party is extremely terrifying and powerful..."

A cold brush.

The peach wood sword drips blood.

Jiang Han cut off one of his arms directly with the peach wood sword.

Life, and even fighting, he can easily pass with a smile.

However, for this kind of person who wants to kill himself, Jiang Han will never be the Holy Mother.

"Speak or not?" Jiang Han squinted at him.

The tip of the peach wood sword has been placed in the heart of the Eight-character Hu Taoist.

"I said, I said!" The Eight-character Hu Daoist collapsed completely. He never thought that a person who was so funny during the battle just now would be so cruel.

He was afraid.

"The person who hired me was a man named Li Qiyue."

"The rest, I really don't know."

The voice did not fall.

The peach wood sword in Jiang Han's hand has pierced his heart.

"Miss Song, your Psionic Energy Bureau should be able to find out, who is this Li Qiyue?" Jiang Han said lightly, "Can you give me the results tomorrow?"

Li Qiyue?

hear the name,

Song Yazhi was suddenly lost, and there was a hint of horror in the depths of her eyes.

"Mr. Jiang Han, I will give you a detailed answer before noon tomorrow." She nodded quickly.

Separated from Sucheng No. [-] Middle School and Song Yazhi.

Jiang Han stopped a car directly at the door.

As soon as I got in the car, it was a coincidence that the other party was the driver who took the taxi when he came.

"It's still open so late?" Jiang Han couldn't help teasing, "If you don't come home in the middle of the night, uncle and your wife will let you in?"

The old driver said with a face of vicissitudes: "If you don't go home, you will be tired at most. If you enter the door, I'm afraid you will be squeezed out. Little brother, uncle saw the two beautiful women around you just now. You are very lucky."

"I want to remind you that young people must be restrained, otherwise they will be like uncles. When they are old and their mother-in-law rides on their heads, they don't dare to be hard."

He subconsciously thought that today's young people are too good at playing.

Take two beauties to an abandoned school, Hipi, which is rumored to have ghosts.

"Cough, you think too much." Jiang Han reported an address and asked him to drive back.

Chatted with the old driver all the way, quite relaxed.

As a result, on the deserted road, the old driver suddenly stopped: "Sister, come up, uncle will take you for a ride, you can't call for the car in the middle of the night."

On the side of the road, a female college student is beckoning.

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Sixth!

The battle is over, let's do some relaxing plot, and ask for votes! *

Chapter [-] Ghost Bus (six more! Please collect!)

"In the middle of the night, the girl who suddenly appeared on the side of the road, uncle, would you dare to carry it?" Jiang Han couldn't help laughing.

"Damn, my uncle understands what you mean." The old driver lit a cigarette, and his tone had a bit of insight into life. "If it's not too tired to live, who would want to come out and run for a taxi in the middle of the night."

"I haven't been able to get along in my life, but what I am most proud of is that I have never felt sorry for my conscience."

"If she's okay, a girl's family is alone, if something happens, do you think we hurt her indirectly."

The old driver is obviously a warmhearted person.

The door is open.

The little girl in a thin dress outside the door sat beside Jiang Han.

A faint fragrance came.

Jiang Han turned his head and glanced at her, she was a pretty and clean girl.

Not like a ghost.

"Girl, where are you going?" The old driver woke up again with his talkative nature, "Why are you alone on the roadside this night, it's very dangerous."

"Uncle, please go to the bus stop in front of you." The girl whispered softly, her voice was very nice, "I am a student of Su University, I work part-time as a tutor to earn some living expenses, and I accidentally missed the last bus tonight. , you have to go to the front to get a car."

"Come on, you're all on the bus. Uncle will take you directly to school. It's a lot of trouble to transfer to the bus." The old driver smiled and said, "My daughter is a sophomore in high school this year. I dream that she will be admitted to Sioux City University."

"We are destined, uncle doesn't charge you the fare."

"No, no, no, no." The girl quickly refused, "Just put me in the front, how can I sit in your car for nothing."

The old driver also wanted to convince her.

Jiang Han, who was checking how many exercises he had performed this trip, suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Is there a bus route in operation ahead?"