It hurts to smash a ghost with gold

"It's rare to see a girl as quiet as you here. You are very suitable for being quiet." As soon as Qiaojin's butt touched the soft sofa, his expression immediately flickered, as if a film was pasted on his ears, blocking out the noise Isolated, he immediately became vigilant.

The girl held the Sprite bottle in both hands, lowered her head and couldn't see her expression clearly, and said in a cautious voice, "I also like quietness. But it's easy to hide in a lively place."

Qiao Jin stopped talking nonsense, and cut straight to the point: "I left the number, have you encountered any trouble?"

"Your breath is so strange." The girl raised her head slowly. This time, there was only a piece of gray in her eyes without any focal length.

Qiao Jin suddenly clenched his wine glass tightly, his brows furrowed tightly, his eyes didn't look away, there were still pupils just now.

The girl didn't get too entangled in this sentence, her gray eyes were full of confusion: "I've been very strange recently, I don't know where I come from, where I'm going, everything I see is deformed, the mirror at home is curved Yes, the table is soft and the floor is concave."

Amnesia!Qiao Jin asked tentatively, "Then you... are you a ghost?"

The girl froze for a moment and shook her head: "No, I'm not. They are!"

The last sentence was urgent and impulsive, Qiaojin looked up, his breath was stagnant, people came and went to the crowded nightclub, and countless shadows began to mix, they were strange, some were wet, some were missing arms and legs, and even some were harmonious. People are chatting!

"I feel like I've been stared at all the time recently, it's terrible!" The girl pounded the table excitedly, her petite face full of irritability.

Qiao Jin felt his heart skip a beat. The girl in front of her was logically confused, and her face, especially her eyes, didn't look like...a human.

"Let's sort it out." Jokin clasped his hands on the table and stared into the girl's frightening eyes. "You said you're not a ghost, so are you human?"

"I don't know." The girl shook her head dejectedly, "My brain is about to explode."

Qiao Jin gritted his teeth helplessly, why Liang Yueyang didn't come out: "Then, what is following you?"

"A monk!" The girl suddenly raised her head, "The black one, since I escaped from him for the first time, I haven't shaken him off."

What is a black monk?What about painting?Jokin tried to force a kind smile: "When did it start?"

The girl's curly hair slid down her shoulders softly, making her cheeks smaller and more delicate: "Last month, at Xin'an Bridge."

"!" Qiao Jin's face tightened, "Can you recall the day?"

"It's the middle of the month. It's about 56th of the lunar calendar. The moon is very round." The girl tried her best to remember, and frantically went to the phone to click on the calendar.

Qiaojin saw that her whole body was shaking, so he went to check it himself, and comforted him with a wry smile: "Calm down first." But asking a few words, why is it like forcing a woman into prostitution.

The girl stared at Qiao Jin blankly, her eyes were empty, the phone rolled from her hand to the table, her gray pupils were filled with tears and panic: "He's here again."

Why hasn't it appeared yet? Thinking of that thing, both of them couldn't see it, Qiao Jin gritted his teeth, hesitated for a moment, turned over the table and locked the little girl in his arms, hoping that the yang energy on his body would be able to resist it, A phone call was made.

Liang Yueyang heard the voice of "unable to connect" from the mobile phone again, his eyes were gloomy and terrible, he lost contact with himself, seeing that he was chatting with that girl without any problems, he was hooked by the two arrogant evil spirits at the door passed.

As the anger accumulated little by little, Liang Yueyang followed the route that Qiao Jin walked just now, and the cold yin energy radiated from his body. Wherever he walked, the ghosts felt the pressure doubled.

"Excuse me, what happened to the two people here just now?" Pausing at the table where Qiao Jin sat, Liang Yueyang pressed two fingers on the table and asked the man at the next table.

Under pressure, the man sweated on his forehead: "Sorry, I didn't notice."

"Excuse me." Liang Yueyang took a long breath and kept on stepping, the monitoring room was always about to capture something.

Qiaojin pulled the girl out of the seat, as if he had returned to the night of ambushes from all sides, and the extraordinary perception appeared again. He rushed aside without any hesitation, and then saw the place where he was sitting just now rolled away in cold sweat. Looking at a human head, he stared at it with terrifying eyes.

"Let's go." Qiao Jin blocked the girl behind, stepped back, calmly took out a bracelet from the depths of his sleeve, it was a rivet ring given by Liang Yueyang, with four rings, just enough to wrap around an arm.

It was not easy to go out in this direction, so Qiao Jin made a decisive decision and signaled to go up the stairs.

Just as the weapon was fixed, the head on the seat "Jie Jie" smiled, as fast as lightning, and swooped with flesh and internal organs under its neck. Qiao Jin pressed the girl's head, dodged in a hurry, and then rushed upstairs. Behind the glass counter, he gritted his teeth and said, "It's disgusting, I don't even want to do it."

As he spoke, he hurriedly retreated, causing others to look sideways.

The girl staggered along with Qiao Jin's footsteps, and as soon as she stopped, a black earth-colored round face appeared in the mirror in front of her, with a weird smile on her lips.

"Ah!!" the girl screamed, covering her head, "He obviously wouldn't chase him to such a lively place!"

Qiao Jin didn't say anything, his bright eyes were extremely sharp, he bent his arm, and slammed back hard, the glass "hula", shattered all over the floor.

"Sir..." Someone far away greeted him.

"Take care." Qiao Jin pulled out his wallet and threw it over without hesitation, "I'll change it later."

He didn't notice that the pupils of the person who caught the wallet were erect.

As soon as he finished speaking, the veins on his forehead twitched.Surprised by the vigilance of his body, Qiao Jin already bent over and half rolled to the side. Looking again, a woman with long pointed nails was reaching out her hand. Her face was serene, her smile was gentle, and her expression remained unchanged. And the complexion is lifeless.

"Are you usually blocked by so many things?" Qiao Jin couldn't help looking at the girl beside him with a bitter face.

The girl looked confused: "No, there is only one black monk on weekdays."

It was getting colder and colder around him, and Qiao Jin had goosebumps all over his body. He rubbed his arms and saw a layer of ghosts surrounded by flesh and blood, as well as lifeless stone puppets like women. .

"Didn't we just go up one floor?" The smile on Qiaojin's face gradually faded, "It shouldn't be a haunted place after all."

Wherever you look, you can't see normal humans.Qiaojin clenched his fists, rubbed the rivets with his thumbs, and looked at the stone puppet in front of him calmly.

"It's a bit familiar. That one is called Shen Wuyu. He seems to have a habit of collecting stone statues." Qiao Jin squatted and rubbed his legs, his eyelashes fluttered, his feet flew, and under the lights, he greeted the woman with a fist on the cheek .