Super Dimensional Fantasy World

Chapter 309 Supplement to the chapter about Beimen Jueyi (5)

"Are you afraid if there are ghosts in this dead city?" Beimen Jueyi suddenly stopped and said.

"What?" Zong Bufeng asked with question marks all over his face.

"Don't you realize that such a city, gloomy and windy, is the perfect lair for ghosts?"

Zong Bufeng waved his hands: "What joke are you kidding? If you say you are a ghost, I might still believe you."

Beimen Jueyi suddenly turned around with a pale face: "I died so miserably!"

Zong Bufeng knocked the flashlight out of his hand and shined it on his face.

"Just now, when I saw how serious you were speaking, I thought you had changed, but I didn't expect you to be the same old man, the Er Gouzi I'm familiar with!"

Beimen Jue raised his head: "Er Gouzi?"

Zong Bufeng ignored him and walked away by himself.

Beimen Jueyi shouted from behind: "Hey, why are you going!"

"I'll find gasoline myself, you go find your ghost."

Beimen felt everything: "You childish ghost."

Then he bent down to pick up the flashlight that Zong Bufeng had hit on the ground and continued walking forward.

A cool breeze blew on the desolate street, and old newspapers from a few years ago were floating in the wind.

Beimen Jueyi stretched out his hand to catch an old newspaper. Although the newspaper had already turned yellow and worn out, the content on it was still clear.

Thousands of fugitive treasonous officials have been issued arrest warrants by the Kremlin!Vladimir came to power and shocked the world with an iron fist!
Beimen Jueyi glanced at the newspaper twice under the light, and the exclamation marks on the newspaper made him dizzy.

"The end of the empire is the moment when the surface reaches its most glorious moment."

Then he threw away the old newspaper in his hand and continued to search the ruins inside.

As he walked into a building, there was a faint sound of breathing in the still air.

Beimenjue's eyes narrowed and he began to become more vigilant.

He slowed down and walked inside.

It is impossible for Zong Bufeng to be here, just now he was walking in the opposite direction to himself, and he didn't need to make such a joke with himself, this kind of joke is only for him and himself.

There was a sneer at the corner of Beimenjue's mouth, could there really be ghosts?That would be so much fun.

Inside the dilapidated building, there were a few dusty chairs piled up, and the half iron door on the door frame was crumbling and full of rust.

The weak breathing gradually became clear in the ear, Beimen Jueyi identified the location, turned off the flashlight and slowly approached.

Pushing open the rusty iron door, a cardboard box that didn't match the whole building was quietly placed there.

The cardboard box is brand new, with a milk bottle logo on it, maybe it was used to hold milk before.

The faint sound of breathing came from this box.

Beimen Jueyi's vigilance has not diminished but increased. There are endless methods of killers in this world. They can appear in any place you can't imagine to give you a fatal blow.

Beimen Jueyi approached the box, and then slowly squatted down.

When the box was removed, a dying kitten lay on top of a wad of old newspapers.

The hair on its body was messy as if it hadn't been taken care of for a long time. The fur on the top of the head and the ear was gone, leaving a pustule. The most frightening thing was that there was a big hole in the kitten's neck. A thick parasite was devouring the kitten's few remaining lives bit by bit.

"What a poor little guy."

Beimen Jueyi reached out and picked up the kitten and held it in his arms.

The cold kitten felt the temperature coming from Beimen Jueyi's body, and opened its right eye with all its strength. Its left eye had turned a chaotic gray-blue color due to the infection of the pustules on the top of its head.

The parasite squeezed the kitten's vocal cords, and the kitten opened its mouth, but no sound came out.

Beimenjue caressed the kitten's front paws lightly. Its two front paws had been broken, and the rough marks showed that someone did it on purpose.

"Abusing a small animal?"

Beimen Jueyi said softly, and he still stroked the kitten gently, trying to make it feel as comfortable as possible.

The kitten closed its eyes again, feeling comfortable with the warm feeling from the human palm.

Beimen Jueyi stroked over and over again, first the front paws and then the abscess on the top of the head.

In this cold and dilapidated room, the kitten felt warmer and warmer, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Half an hour later, Zong Bufeng returned to the car with two barrels of gasoline.

He was lucky, when he searched the third house, he accidentally discovered that there were two sealed barrels of gasoline in the house.

In such a declining town, there are basically no gas stations, and many families will keep a few barrels of gasoline at home for emergencies.

Zong Bufeng filled up the car with gasoline, then rubbed his hands, and hid in the car to keep out the cold.

Not far away, Beimen Jueyi also came out of a building.

Zong Bufeng squinted his eyes. "What is this kid holding in his arms?"

Beimen Jueyi hugged the kitten and got into the car humming a little tune.

Zong Bufeng glanced at the kitten in Beimen Jueyi's arms.

"This place where the birds don't shit, where did you find such a little kitten?"

Beimen Jueyi thought for a while, then said with a smile: "Maybe someone abandoned it."

Zong Bufeng: "How is it possible, who would be willing to lose such a beautiful kitten?"

The kitten in Beimen Jueyi's arms felt the movement coming from outside and opened its big, crystal clear eyes.

It gently licked the palm of Beimen Jueyi, which was the magical human in front of him. After being stroked by this human's hands, the pustules on the top of its head disappeared, and the cloudy left eye became clear. The parasite on its neck It also disappeared without a trace, and now even the leftover blood hole has healed.

"What's its name?" Zong Bufeng asked.

"Er Gouzi." Beimen Jue said flatly.

It seems you can’t forget the Ergouzi joke, Ergouzi!Zong Bufeng complained crazily in his heart.

"I refueled, enough for us to walk into the city, let's go."

Beimenjue nodded, he put down the kitten in his arms, and patted its little head.

The kitten also obediently closed its eyes and snored.

Zong Bufeng also wanted to reach out to pet the kitten, but Beimen Jue stared at him.

Zong Bufeng withdrew his hand embarrassingly.

After this little episode, the two hit the road again.

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Mr. Zong was lying on the bed in the bedroom and looking at the magazine in his hand. These days, the senior management has started a series of reforms led by a few of them.

Mr. Zong was once again given an important responsibility.

This delighted some, and terrified others.

After the meeting, a group of prostitutes gathered around, most of them were brought out by Mr. Zong, and the rest of the bosses were all Mr. Zong's former comrades-in-arms.

The scene where a group of bigwigs stand together and laugh is really rare in history. Of course, the reporters at the meeting would not miss such a scene, and the flashes flashed continuously.

Haifeng ordered Liang Pingchuan to pull Mr. Zong who was chatting with his friends.

Seriously asked: "Where did that bastard of yours go?"

Mr. Zong was at a loss: "Why are you asking this?"

Liang Pingchuan said: "Isn't she my little granddaughter who just came back from England? The first thing this girl did when she came back was to find her elder brother. What do you think I'm going to do?"

Zong Haifeng laughed and didn't answer Liang Pingchuan.

The matters between children should be left to them to solve by themselves.

It was already late at night, Mr. Zong put down the magazine and took off his glasses to get ready to rest.

At this time, there was a hasty knock on the door suddenly.

It was so late at this point, only Uncle Zong could knock on the door.

Zong Haifeng said, "Come in."

Uncle Zong pushed open the door, and deliberately slowed down his pace to make himself look calmer.

But the anxious look on his face couldn't be concealed.

Mr. Zong Haifeng frowned: "What happened, so urgent?"

He knew that even if there was any news from the central government, Uncle Zong would not be so anxious. The only thing that could make him anxious was that the only heir in the family, his grandson Zong Bu, would no longer be sealed.

"It's the young master's business." Uncle Zong said.

"What's wrong with not sealing it?"

"The latest news just came from Russia, the young master has disappeared."

"Are you on a mission?"

"Yes, the mission sent by the academy, but each student will have a fixed tracker, and the young master's tracker has been blocked."

Zong Haifeng frowned even deeper.

"Have you found any clues?"

"Recently, an assassination organization called the Hells Angels has been active in Russia. We suspect that this has something to do with the young master. According to intelligence, the last place where the head of the Hells Angels in Russia appeared was Xianbelia, which is also where the young master disappeared. .”

"Now go tell Liangdao to go to Russia in person."

Uncle Zong bent over and nodded, and backed out.

Zong Haifeng leaned against the head of the bed and sighed.

"It all depends on your own creation."

When Uncle Zong found Wang Liangdao, he was sweating in the training room.

The 30-year-old Wang Liangdao is at his peak.

Whether it is his explosive endurance has reached a peak, plus the experience he has accumulated now.

If the current Wang Liangdao was thrown into the rainforest a few years ago, it would only take him one day to deal with that team of special elites, and he would not pay any price.

Seeing Uncle Zong coming, Wang Liangdao stopped what he was doing.

(End of this chapter)