At twelve o'clock, the night is dark.
The crowd that had gathered to watch the hearse during the day had dispersed.
However, the Xinli City police officers still guarded the scene and stayed at every step.
Just after twelve o'clock, three bald monks wearing red monk robes appeared with neat steps.
The police officers guarding the scene seemed to have received instructions. As soon as the three red monks appeared, all the police officers turned around.
The three monks stood with one hand in front of them and bowed to the police officers.
Then he bowed solemnly to the pile of ashes that had been cleaned together.
Every monk's face was extremely solemn.
Then, three monks in red hurried to the ashes and rummaged inside very carefully.
Even though several hours have passed, the temperature of the ashes has not gone down and is still hot to the touch.
But the three monks didn't seem to feel it. They were serious and meticulous, groping carefully as if they were panning for gold in the sand.
Finally, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on a monk's face. He reached out from the ashes and took out a piece of white paper that had been burned to only a few fragments!
His face was full of ecstasy and he shouted excitedly: "Found it!"
"I found it!"
Xia Kingdom, Yundu Road, Zhongzhou.
Yang Ning looked at the burned paper in her hand, leaving only a small piece of paper, and smiled slightly.
Then he yawned.
It seems that he has no interest in anything and is indifferent.
...
Early the next morning, seven o'clock.
Yang Ning got on the flight to Mingyue City.
His behavior seems to be just a personal behavior, but in fact, many people are secretly sweating because of his behavior.
Everyone in the Special Administration Bureau is confused.
They had just killed about forty people in Tianxiang, and it was live broadcast all over the world, and now this big brother who didn't even dare to mention his name was making moves again?
Ten o'clock in the morning.
Yang Ning appeared with a bouquet of flowers in his hand in front of the Fulong Building, which was once the Shangli Hotel and has now been rebuilt into a shopping mall and commercial apartment complex.
Looking at the modern shopping mall building in front of him, Yang Ning showed a sincere smile on his face.
At this time, on the LED screen on the facade of the building, a dancing red cartoon figure suddenly stuck out his tongue at Yang Ning.
Yang Ning said with a smile: "Well, I took everyone from passing through the mirror to traveling thousands of miles overnight. Little Baldy, you have become awesome again!"
This time, the red cartoon guy twitched his butt.
Yang Ning: "Well, I think this time, you are very likely to beat me in the mirror world."
Snapped!
The building's LED screen instantly went black and the power went out.
Seeing this, Yang Ning smiled happily, walked into the mall, turned around the elevator, took the stairs, and went up to the twenty-fourth floor.
The door to the fourth floor has been sealed, with a seal attached to it.
At this time, there were many flowers, elegiac couplets, and some sacrifices placed in front of the door on this floor.
Yesterday was the tenth anniversary of the fire at the Xiangli Hotel.
Even though ten years have passed, many people no longer remember the original fire.
But there are many people who still remember it in their hearts.
There are still people who remember them.
Putting down the flowers in her hand, Yang Ning leaned slightly towards the sealed door in front of her.
Click!
The sealed door opened automatically, and Yang Ning stepped in.
This floor still looks like it was after it was burned by the fire. At this moment, there are many "people" standing in the corridor who are like charcoal.
There are "people" from the Santa Group, and there are also "people" who died in the fire that happened here ten years ago.
There was also a small blood-red figure among them.
Putting a lit green incense stick on the floor, looking at these "people", Yang Ning said: "If you don't have any last wishes, then let's disperse, right?"
The ghost figures who were burned to death bowed to Yang Ning to express their gratitude, then became thin and disappeared into blue smoke.
Even the ghosts of everyone in the Santa Group expressed their gratitude to Yang Ning.
Because at the last moment of his life, Yang Ning did not let these people feel pain.
They have harmed people but are not the masterminds. They can just pay with their lives and there is no need to accept torture.
Of course, except for the group of Lorraine shivering in the corner.
He will become the eighth lamp in front of Yang Ning's desk.
In fact, strictly speaking, Lorraine is not qualified, but it doesn't matter, Yang Ning is willing to promote him exceptionally.
When he saw Yang Ning, Lorraine, who had become a charred ghost, showed extremely strong resentment in his eyes!
Yang Ning smiled, "Mr. Lorraine, I just like your unruly look."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand, and Lorraine turned into a ball of black smoke and wrapped around his fingers.
Finally, the little bald Wu Di led a coke man to Yang Ning.
Yang Ning said to the coke man: "Don't worry and go."
The Jiaotan Man knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Yang Ning three times before gradually dissipating.
After dealing with all this, Yang Ning stayed in Mingyue City for half a day and booked a flight for the evening to return to Zhongzhou.
When we returned to the store, it was dark again.
Looking at the eighth soul lamp lighting up in front of his desk, Yang Ning felt an infinite sense of satisfaction appear on his face.
He flicked the flame of the candle with his hand, and in the dim light, Lorraine's infinitely malicious face could be seen.
Yang Ning smiled and said: "Come on, Mr. Lorraine, let's make a bet..."
"Well, let's bet on whether your holy monk master will save you?"
Between the lights, Lorraine's expression suddenly became frightened!
But Yang Ning ignored this and continued: "If, I mean if, that celestial monk is willing to save you..."
"hey-hey......"
"Then the fate between us will come."
Yang Ning played with the flame on the wick for a full hour before putting it back to the desk.
As soon as the soul lantern was gone, Yang Ning immediately yawned.
On the side, Shiwen, whose whole body was broken into pieces, held his little head, blinked and asked: "Chengcheng, you seem to have been sleepy since you came here."
Yang Ning yawned again and said nothing.
He looked at the eight soul lamps in front of his desk and thought, when will the ninth one come?
On the side, the little turtle crawled over with his hands and feet, and said with a smile: "Chengcheng is sleepy because besides candles, Chengcheng has no other toys to play with!"
As he said that, he used his severed arm to hold two severed hands and handed them to Yang Ning, "Chengcheng, let's play with you!"
Beside, Chen Yamei handed over her cute little head in a similar manner, "Chengcheng, here you play!"
On the other side, Xia Tian stretched out his hand to dig out the heart in his chest, but Fatty Sun, whom he hadn't seen for a few days, was still shaking his large intestine.
Honghong stared at her red hands, and Tongtong began to search her eyes...
Yang Ning: "Stop it!"
All the kiddies stopped.
He yawned again, feeling a little hungry.
Looking at the little brats in front of him, Yang Ning said with some dissatisfaction: "You are not young anymore. You are all in your 10s or 20s, but none of you can cook?"
"I have to eat takeout when I'm hungry at night. How unhealthy is this?"
The taciturn Tongtong blinked his scarlet ghost eyes and said, "How about calling the Special Administration Bureau? Let them deliver it?"
Another taciturn man named Honghong moved his red and bloody hands and said contemptuously: "Tongtong, you don't know anything about the Special Administration Bureau. They manage special affairs and are not responsible for delivering food."
Tongtong shook her head: "No, no one knows the Special Administration Bureau better than me."
"Although they are not responsible for delivering food, they can be responsible for Chengcheng's delivery."
Fatty Sun shook his intestines and asked: "Chengcheng, how about I give you some fresh food? Original flavor, keep it fresh!"
Yang Ning: "???"
The next second, crackle!
The store suddenly lit up with a blue arc!
Now, the large intestine in Fatty Sun's hand was really edible.
At this time, Ming Ming, who was holding the diary, floated over and said to Yang Ning, "How about I kill a chef for you and let him cook every day?"
Yang Ning glanced at her and said, "The place in the corner has good feng shui, but that's more suitable for you."
Mingming: "?!"
She shed tears from her eyes and said with great emotion: "I knew you cared about me. Today, I will kill anyone who can cook for you no matter what."
As she spoke, she spread her hands, and the notebook that seemed to have become one with her opened automatically.
One horizontal stroke, one vertical stroke, one stroke and one stroke, a small blood-red "wood" character quickly took shape!
Snapped!
Yang Ning pressed down her notebook and said, "This person will come by himself after a while, so don't bother."
Dang, Dang, Dang!
At this time, the door of the shop rang, and someone knocked on the door.
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