Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

According to the narration of Jingguai, they were found three months ago. It was a very ordinary day for them. They sat in twos and threes among the branches and absorbed the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth, completely unaware of the approaching danger.

Until a woman stood in front of the tree. It was a beautiful and terrifying woman. She asked them to monitor all the movements of Wu Cong's apartment. For these little spirits, they dared not easily defy these powerful existences.

They don't want to die yet.

"Wei magpies have nests, and wei doves live there." The woman smiled and read a poem that they didn't understand, shook her head and sighed, "It's a pity that such a good place was occupied by you."

Before she left, she left an address, and they could go to this address to tell her if there was any news.

By the way, Wu Cong also knew how the sapphire ring came about. A certain vampire who was watching around here brought this ring with him and clashed with the local wizard, and then was robbed by the little barn owl.

"You don't know that vampire?" Wu Cong asked.

"I don't know." The ghost shook his head, "We've never seen a vampire before."

Wu Cong nodded and let the spirits go back to the tree.

"You know that woman?" Hotch is very familiar with the expression on Wu Cong's face now, he can often see that complex and helpless look on the faces of the murderer's family members.

"It's kind of acquaintance." Wu Cong nodded, half-closed his eyes, "Wei Que has a nest, and Wei Jiu lives in it. She really overestimated my ability to guess riddles."

There is simply an address for him to explore.

Hotch's body has not yet recovered, and it is impossible for Wu Cong to rest assured and leave him alone.

"I'll be back as soon as possible." The translucent soul lowered its head and touched Hotch's forehead.

"Be careful." Hotch nodded, focusing on rubbing all the little white balls rolling and acting coquettish in his arms.

Touch me, touch me again!The little white ball wrapped its tail around Hotch's arm and rubbed back and forth, trying to squeeze away the cinnabar dozing around Hotch's wrist while rubbing.

He is not Wu Cong with a loving father mentality, he is merciless when he moves his hands, and he is squeezed down after a few strokes of the cinnabar. Fortunately, the little girl sleeps unconsciously and has a good temper, writhing on the pillow I picked another nest and buried it in, not angry at all.

Hotch tapped Xiaobai Tuanzi's nose, and when he met those watery eyes, he couldn't say anything to reprimand him for a moment, so he sighed and ruffled his long soft hair vigorously.

Wu Cong's soul floated out of the window slowly, the sunlight hit the translucent spirit body, and the faint black air clung to the shadows of the surrounding trees and houses and spread towards his feet, as if the spirit body without shadows was also in a trance. Like a shadow.

That's why I said I can't go out with confidence.Wu Cong sighed softly, and the thunder light shattered the curse hidden in the shadow.

The breeze blew, and there was no one in place in the blink of an eye.

On the third floor of the apartment, Zhao Changle was sitting on the sofa with a notebook and was seriously taking notes while watching a movie. The light and shadow of the old black and white movie flickered. From one lamp to another, the shadow disappeared and protruded from the bottom of his feet again in an instant.

Song Yu stood by the window to change the water for the cuttings of plum blossoms, and watched a faint shadow float out of the apartment, a silent figure in the snow.

As if aware of his gaze, the shadow flickered twice, and quickly melted into the shadow of the nearby trees, disappearing from sight.

Song Jiao lowered her eyes, picked a narcissus that was in full bloom, turned around and put it on Zhao Changle's hair.

"Hey!" Zhao Changle covered his hair and stared wide-eyed, not to be outdone, he threw the narcissus on Song Yu's head, "Don't move!"

Song Yu spread his hands, and just stood there obediently and motionless to let Zhao Changle pin the flowers in his hair, and he didn't forget to put his arms around the human's waist to prevent him from laughing too hard and falling off the sofa.

His shadow on the ground moves with his movements, without any lag.

The address given by the spirits was an abandoned hospital. The building was still fresh with signs of being burned. Walking through the broken walls and ruins, it seemed that the mourning of the dead could still be heard. The resentment was heavy, and the walls Blood and vines crawled over the scorched marks.

At that time, the fire should have been very large. The ten-story high-rise building collapsed, making the place high and low like a maze. The snow covered part of the ground, and the ground that was not covered was also wet and sticky. Half of the dead trees stopped, making hoarse calls.

It was obviously an extremely gloomy environment, but when he heard the crow called Wu Cong, he inexplicably recalled the expression of a certain oriole who was a bird breeder, breaking down and screaming racial shame every time he encountered a crow.

Well, orioles, like crows, are songbirds.

Although it doesn't sound like it at all.

Wu Cong pursed his lips kindly not to laugh at his old friend who was already hard enough, and landed on the slightly melting snow.

A withered arm stretched out from the soil in a daze, and it looked like it should be in extreme pain before death.

Wu Cong is not surprised that there are corpses buried here, such a good corpse farm, it would be a fool not to make good use of it.

In fact, there are far more than just one corpse here, as far as the eye can see, there is a hand or a foot stretched out everywhere, and crows land on the dry fingers, pecking at the few carrion flesh on them.

Wu Cong walked around the protruding hands and feet of the corpses buried in the ground with a calm expression. These are the dead who are about to rise up. When you push the soil away a little, you can see the clay tablets with strange ancient Egyptian symbols painted on them. Clay tablets with mud mixed in appropriate proportions were once used to record various important documents—papyrus is light, but it is also easily damaged.

After mixing the clay board, pour the mud into a fixed frame, write on it while it is half dry, and then air dry it. If the conditions are ideal, it will not be damaged for thousands of years.

These corpses are different from the corpses dug up by the river by the police. They did not receive as good care as the corpses by the river. Clay tablet, engraved on the clay tablet is the logo of the sun god Ra, and a very strange pattern, Wu Cong stopped to study its efficacy for a while.

Well, gas gathering and catalysis are similar to those engraved next to the corpses by the river, they are all formations to speed up the speed of corpses.

He wandered around the ruins of the hospital. There was no one there except for the wandering resentful souls. Wu Cong left a monitoring spell, and then burned the place clean with a torch.

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Hearing the man's furious roar, the woman's bright red and full lips curled up, her eyes were as cold as daggers quenched with poison.

"What's the matter with you, so angry?" She leaned against the window and said casually, her tone full of gloating.

She is undoubtedly very beautiful, so beautiful that even the angry man couldn't help but slow down his tone slightly: "The morgue was burned."

"Huh?" The woman lazily covered her mouth with her hands, not even bothering to pretend to be surprised, "It's such a pity, you put a lot of effort into it, right?"

"What do you mean?" The man stood up abruptly and walked quickly towards the woman, his face contorted with emotion, "How dare you—"

"Pa—" the woman withdrew and slapped the man's hand away, took out a tissue and slowly wiped Danko's stained fingertips.

"What kind of pharaoh or vampire? I can't understand a woman from my family." Her tone was still so frivolous and coquettish, "I can't control whether you want to kill people or raise corpses, but..."

The frivolous voice suddenly lowered, "If this beautiful skin of the slave family loses a single strand of hair, it's not certain what this woman will do when she gets angry."

"Okay, all of you, calm down." The man who sat and watched for a while saw that there was going to be a real quarrel, so he hurriedly started to smooth things over, "We are all friends, how nice it is to be friendly."

As he was speaking, the mirror on the table suddenly shook. The angry man's eyes lit up, and he threw himself down in front of the mirror and stared at it seriously, as if he didn't care about anything.

The woman snorted and slashed at the man's body twice with the knife in her eyes. She spread her hands openly and said, "I want to go out for a stroll."

The implication is to give money, and you will be taken advantage of.

It's not a big deal that can be solved with money. Although the man is secretly annoyed at the attitude of these two people who don't take him seriously, it is undoubtedly a good thing to keep these two ancestors from quarreling. I took out one of the cards in my wallet and handed it over, "There is no password, just use it as you like."

The woman chuckled, took the bank card between her fingers, turned around and changed into the newly bought clothes, stepped on her little high heel and went out the door humming.

"Follow her." The man facing the mirror said with a cold expression on his face, a shadow floated out of the clay pot placed on the cabinet, slid along the wall to the floor, and ran out through the crack of the door.

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On the way back to the apartment, Wu Cong caught a strange shadow, crawling on the ground with difficulty and moving, he paused, and followed the shadow.

In the apartment, Xiaobai Tuanzi is enjoying the massage service from Hotch. She is so comfortable that her belly is exposed, her four legs are trembling, her eyes are narrowed, her mouth is moving, and she hugs Hotch's hand from time to time. Licking the opponent's slender fingers, the tail is still wrapped around the opponent's wrist and refuses to let go.

The little red snake on the other side put its chin on its body in a ball, looking at the little white dumpling, salivating.

It looks delicious...