Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Last night, the entire Wuyuan’s circuit was inexplicably out of order, causing a power outage, and the backyard camera stopped working somehow.

This seems to be related to each other.

He checked the surveillance, and Wen Xiaoai was on the new swing chair in the backyard at nine o'clock last night. After the power outage, the person disappeared. After that, the third master asked him if he saw Wen Xiaoai's figure.

So it was obvious that Wen Xiaoai left Wuyuan first, and the Third Young Master caught up with him.

So the other party came on Wen Xiaoai?

Such a weird thing made Tsing Yi once again think of the crow that disappeared into black smoke...

"..." Wen Xiaoai held Jun Moyan's hand, squatted there, lowered his head, and said nothing.

Because she really couldn't find any reasonable lies to send them away.

Seeing Wen Xiaoai silently, Tsing Yi's heart became more certain that there was something tricky.

"Drunkard, can you see what happened to the Third Young Master?" Tsing Yi was ready to get to the bottom.

"Well... If I say this is a nail injury, do you believe it?" The drunkard treated Jun Moyan's wound and looked up at Tsing Yi, who was made angry and helpless by Wen Xiaoai.

I think he is very cute like this.

The people present were taken aback, Shangguan Yu asked in a somewhat unintelligible manner: "Nail? Do you mean a weapon similar to a nail shape, or..."

He has seen several professional assassins specializing in "one hand", because this weapon is very lethal, convenient and flexible.

"No, it's real nails, human nails." The drunkard said, raising his hand and showing it to several people.

For some reason, hearing the drunkard said that it was human nails, the hearts of several people were inexplicably hairy.

"Are you serious, or are you kidding?" Tsing Yi frowned, her eyes were complicated, and she was obviously horrified.

"Do you think I'm joking or is it true?" The smile on the face of the drunkard made a few people really not sure whether it was true or not.

"Nail, corpse poison...No, no, it won't be a zombie." The white clothes brain flashed, and such a word popped in his mind.

As he said, he couldn't help swallowing, and subconsciously withdrew to Tsing Yi.

"Zombie, zombie? What the hell, you have watched too many movies." Shangguan Yu couldn't help but spit out, and then looked at Wen Xiaoai: "Sister, the drunkard is true or false. Some people use nails as weapons. The stabbed Jun Moyan?"

If it’s a nail scratch, it’s nothing, but it directly pierced five blood holes, and the wound was seven or eight centimeters deep.

This... is this a ghost? !

"……Ok."

In desperation, Wen Xiaoai said yes.

"Zombie, definitely a zombie." Baiyi heard Wen Xiaoai Ying, with a frightened expression, pointing to the wound on Jun Moyan's back and talking about zombies.

"Long nails are zombies? Don't be so fussy. There are so many things in this world that you have never seen before, and you can't even think of them. There are many unsettled cases in the police station. Jun Wushu is just one." The drunkard smiled. , Slow the atmosphere.

"This little girl still has injuries on her body. I think she has been frightened a lot. She must be scared in her heart. She hasn't rested for another day and two nights. Her mental state is very bad. If people don't want to say it, don't force them to say it. Mo Yan wakes up and asks Jun Mo Yan directly."

The drunkard looked at Wen Xiaoai, who looked very ugly, and said to Tsing Yi.

Tsing Yi also felt that he seemed a little too excited, but he was too worried about Jun Moyan, wanting to know what happened.