Horror: There is joy in the opening of the coffin, and the ball is brought to the end

Chapter 575 Weird House (65)

Without He Kaifeng's magic power, I can't change back to Yang Guo, I can only go back as Ye Leiling.

The matter is not over yet, the masked man has escaped, he will definitely make the next move, and He Kaifeng and I have become his biggest enemies, he will never let us go.

Escape is useless.

In this case, let's face it bravely and confront him head-on. I will use my true identity to live in the Wang family openly. I believe that he will show up to find us before long.

Now, he knows that we have a magic weapon to deal with "Ten Thousand Ghosts Gnawing", and after I applied corpse oil to break the magic, he must have been seriously injured, and I believe he will not take the risk of using that trick again.

Back at Wang's house, I told Sniffles Qiang everything about the Tenth Hell Company, and then I took people to You Jinyi's dormitory to look for someone, but the building was already empty.

It is impossible for us to report such evil things to the police. Not to mention that the police don’t believe it. Even ordinary people will completely believe it without seeing it with their own eyes.
We didn't sleep for almost two nights, and we were exhausted. I rested for a day and a night before I recovered.

Two days passed quietly, nothing bad happened, and I didn't hear a word from He Kaifeng.

I wanted him to recover, but I missed him so much that I couldn't help but ask him during lunch, "Dear! Tell me, should I eat lychee meat first? Or fish-flavored meat first?" Silk?"

Sniffle Qiang, who was sitting opposite me, had been looking at me with pity since I sat down. When he saw my question, he immediately became happy and was about to answer. I asked and answered the question myself: "I'd better eat first." Fish-flavored shredded pork, right?”

Sniffle sighed for the Nth time, and said to the steward Lao Ding beside him: "What should I do? This lost soul is like this before my husband is dead. If he is really dead, then he will go crazy?"

I didn't tell Nose Qiang about He Kaifeng's true identity. I only said that he was seriously injured and was taken back for treatment by his family abroad.

Butler Ding was pouring milk for me and Sniffles, and he shook his head and sighed, his eyes were red, and he said sadly: "My God, I don't have eyes. How can such a good person..."

"Isn't it?" Sniffles said sympathetically. Then, as if he remembered something, he turned to Butler Ding beside him and said, "Uncle Ding, go to the street and buy me a bowl of pot rimming paste." , be sure to paste the seafood on the side of the pot.

When she was a child, when Leilei was in a bad mood, she would eat a bowl of seafood hot pot paste made by my grandma. Every time she finished it, nothing happened. "

"Hey, I'll go right away." Butler Ding put down the milk jug and accidentally knocked an apple in the fruit bowl to the ground. The apple rolled to my feet.

I looked down and saw that the apples were big and red. Every time something I ate fell on the ground, I had to throw it away. It was such a pity that I wanted to help pick up the apples.

"Oh, look at how clumsy I am." Butler Ding said and ran over, bending down to pick up the apple.

Our hands touched the red apple at the same time. It is summer and the weather is hot, but Butler Ding is wearing a long-sleeved Tang suit with a strong ancient flavor. The whole neck is covered by a vertical collar, and his pair of shoes that look ordinary are actually Very special black canvas shoes.

I don’t know why, but these originally insignificant scenes stayed in my heart. Butler Ding got the red apple and said to me with a smile: "Thank you, Miss Ye, I can just pick it up myself. Old Ding, I will go buy seafood for you right away." The edges of the pot are smeared. I’m sure my young boss doesn’t want any more of these apples, so why don’t I give them to Old Ding? Just wash them and they’ll be fine.”

Butler Ding took the apple and left. He walked very lightly and walked much more briskly than the average fifty-year-old man.

(End of this chapter)