Seeing this scene in front of him, Mao Yongan froze on the spot.
This talisman is his biggest trump card!
A shadow that can summon the old guy from Daocheng...
This was also the reason why Mao Yongan dared to find the old woman to settle accounts.
but...
Although the room was very warm, Mao Yongan felt as if he was in an ice cellar, feeling chilled to the core.
Old guy, just abandon him and run away?
The old woman's gaze towards Mao Yong'an was still gentle, but in Mao Yong'an's view... this was simply the gaze of a devil!
His body went limp, and Mao Yongan knelt on the ground without hesitation: "Grandma, I'm hungry!"
"Good boy, I'll cook for you."
The words 'I'm hungry' seemed to have some magic power in the old woman's eyes. She stood up with a smile and walked into the kitchen carrying the vegetable basin.
After a while, a bowl of steaming meat was placed on the dining table.
Mao Yongan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and didn't care whether it was hot or not. He grabbed the meat from the vegetable basin and kept stuffing it into his mouth. Finally, he looked at the old woman with admiration and said that...
“It smells so good!”
After finishing the bowl of meat, Mao Yongan stood up hesitantly, walked up to the old woman step by step, squatted down, and gently kicked her legs: "Grandma, you can solve this fate for me. "
The words were very intimate.
He knew the old guy very well. If his life was in danger, no matter how strong his opponent was, the old guy would not turn around and leave without caring about himself.
So this at least shows that the old woman is harmless.
This also made him a lot more courageous, and he dared to come forward and get close.
The old woman patted Mao Yongan's head: "Your fate is far from as simple as it seems..."
"If you don't spread out some of it, you won't be able to survive for up to a year."
"You can't control it, kid."
The old woman's voice was very gentle.
Mao Yongan's body was slightly stiff, and he looked like he was about to cry at any moment: "But grandma, what you took away was my half of the treasure... Now I only have the attribute of dying at any time..."
...
The old woman was startled: "Really?"
"It doesn't matter, the truth is...money is the source of trouble."
“Only by giving up the things outside you can you gain peace within yourself.”
Mao Yongan raised his head and gave the old woman a strange look: "That makes sense, but grandma, why do I always feel that you are lying to me."
"I'm tired."
The old woman closed her eyes, basked in the sun, and stopped talking.
Mao Yongan looked at the old woman, stood up, kept moving in small steps, stepped back, and finally reached the door, putting his hand on the doorknob.
"You're tired too."
Suddenly, the old woman, who seemed to be sleeping soundly with her eyes closed, spoke.
Mao Yongan froze his hand in mid-air, grinned with a forced smile, and finally returned to his familiar bedroom as if he had accepted his fate.
He fell heavily on the bed, feeling hopeless.
At the window of the living room, the old woman was lying on a rocking chair basking in the sun, with a hint of curvature appearing at the corner of her mouth.
…
Day group.
Awakening room.
A huge container opened and Wang Qiang walked out.
He always had a bit of a philistine look on his face before, but now...his eyes are cold and his expression is numb.
It seems that what is standing here is not a person, but a machine.
The little finger of his left hand had been cut off, and the wound had healed, leaving scars on both arms.
These scars were left intentionally by him and were considered a kind of mark.
As for the other container next to him, it was still tightly closed.
Beside the container, there was a chair.
Zhang Ziliang just sat silently on the chair smoking, expressionless.
Suddenly, Zhang Ziliang looked at Wang Qiang: "What are you going to do next?"
"Kill ghosts."
Wang Qiang's tone was cold and his words were brief.
Zhang Ziliang was a little surprised: "I'm not looking for your captain anymore?"
Wang Qiang shook his head: "My strength is too weak, and following the captain is just a burden."
"Understanding people."
Zhang Ziliang praised: "I have a job, do you want to take it?"
"Kill ghosts?"
Wang Qiang paused, looked at Zhang Ziliang and asked.
"kill!"
Zhang Ziliang shook his head, dropped the cigarette butt in his hand, and said coldly, with a hint of blood in his voice.
Then, Zhang Ziliang stood up, approached Wang Qiang, and whispered something.
Wang Qiang nodded, turned and left, with wisps of murderous aura exuding from his body.
Zhang Ziliang sat back on the chair and glanced at the container next to him, his eyes a little complicated.
There was another cigarette in his mouth, a little distracted.
I don’t know what I am thinking about.
Recently, his addiction to smoking has become more and more...
…
Old bungalow area.
A dilapidated bungalow that has been abandoned for a long time.
In the center of the narrow courtyard, there is a dry well.
A thin man with dull eyes stood on the edge of the dry well, holding a broom and sweeping the fallen leaves around.
As the fallen leaves fade away, strange lines appear one after another on the ground.
Throwing the broom aside casually, the middle-aged man squatted down, took out a knife with an expressionless face, and slashed his wrist.
Blood dripped down the wounds and onto the lines on the ground, flowing slowly along the traces.
The middle-aged man looked a little pale.
After the blood completely covered all the lines, he walked to the well in a daze and stabbed his chest with the knife.
With a gust of wind blowing.
The middle-aged man fell into the well and made a dull sound.
The blood on the ground gradually turned from bright red to black, and a strong fishy smell emitted from the mouth of the well.
…
Suburban cemetery.
At the deepest point, the coffin board standing in the soil suddenly opened.
The old man inside opened his somewhat cloudy eyes, raised his legs and walked out.
The coffin gradually became illusory.
At the entrance of the suburban cemetery, a wooden house appeared again.
At this time, the suburban cemetery was extremely quiet, without any sound.
The old man walked in the cemetery, stepping on every piece of earth with his feet, and finally slowly dissipated into the void.
Not long after the old man left...
You can vaguely hear the occasional roar from deep underground.
At this time, Wang Ye suddenly received a call.
On the other side of the phone, Wang Ye was politely asked about the name of the team to be established so that it could be registered in the file and announced.
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The rewards given by brothers in the past two days are so touching... I have to add more to my heart-breaking work... But I only have about four days of rest time left, and then it’s time to get busy again... Good days , there are not many left...please give me a reward! ! !
