Mysterious Resurrection: Starting from the Hanged Man Path

Chapter 17 Please
Wang Xiaoming glanced at Sun Yi, "Then what can you do?"

"But..." Sun Yi was speechless. What else could he do?

"Let's go." Wang Xiaoming said.

Everyone naturally followed, each with a different look on their face.

the other side.

Zhang Xiansheng looked at the card in his hand, then raised his head and looked at the man in front of him with a somewhat wretched face.

The wretched man patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, young man. Not only are these girls beautiful, they are also safe and secure. They are all word-of-mouth businesses."

"Can you come to my house?"

"I'm afraid this won't work. You know the current situation in Dachang City. It's really too chaotic. The experts are talking about leaks. What experts? Bricks? It's all bullshit."

The man continued, "Brother, don't worry, follow me. This place is absolutely safe and the environment is good."

"Really?" Zhang Xiansheng asked.

"Can I still lie to you?" The man winked.

Zhang Xiansheng could see that the other person's eyes were always glancing towards the entrance of the alley next to him, where most likely his accomplices were standing.

The man in front of him most likely wanted to trick him out and then rob him of his money with his accomplices.

Nowadays, people in Dachang City must be very depressed, and this method can basically be effective every time.

Since he had nothing else to do, he agreed.

"Okay, I'll give you a 20% discount." The man urged.

Zhang Xiansheng gave a dry laugh and followed the man.

As soon as the man reached the entrance of the alley, he suddenly turned around and changed his expression, and reached out to pull Zhang Xiansheng in.

As he moved, he shouted, "Haozi, a big fish has been hooked, come and help!"

Zhang Xiansheng glanced at the entrance of the alley and asked in a puzzled manner, "Where's my sister?"

"Sister, you are such a jerk. I, the Eighth Master, despise men like you who are obsessed with sex. Hand over the money obediently, or don't blame me for being rude."

As the man spoke, a switchblade appeared in his hand.

Zhang Xiansheng was so amused that he laughed. Seeing the man rushing towards him with a knife, he grabbed the man's hand and exerted force.

All I heard was the sound of bones cracking.

The switchblade fell to the ground.

The man who called himself Master Ba cried out in pain and fell to his knees with a thud.

He begged for mercy quickly: "Master, Master, let go, let go quickly, I was wrong, I was really wrong."

"You can't send me to the police station. I have an 80-year-old mother and a pair of children. If I go to jail, they will... suffer with me."

"Who told you that I'm going to send you to jail?" Zhang Xiansheng asked back.

"Ah? No thanks, Master!"

"Tell me, how do you want to die?"

"Ah?" The man was stunned.

He quickly defended himself, "How can I not die? I am just a small character, trying to make a living. I have the moral code of the underworld. I only rob those who are obsessed with sperm, and I won't kill them."

"Besides, it would be troublesome to kill me. It would be bad if you dirty your hands with my worthless life."

Zhang Xiansheng nodded. "Your reason is very good, but I am not the judge. Since it is my fault, let's toss a coin."

"Flip a coin?" The man was stunned.

Zhang Xiansheng took a coin out of his pocket and threw it on the ground.

"Letters facing up die, flowers facing up live."

After saying that, he released his grip on the man's hand.

The man's right hand was completely deformed. He endured the severe pain, picked up the coin on the ground with his left hand, and threw it into the air.

He didn't take it because the result would be known just by the coin falling to the ground.

Soon, the coin fell to the ground.

Literally face up.

The man stared at him, and the next moment he seemed to react and ran away.

Five meters, ten meters, twenty meters...

He spat, "If you want your eighth master to die, wait another 500 years." "Damn Haozi, I will skin you alive sooner or later."

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. If Haozi had come to his aid in time, he would not have suffered such a great loss.

Zhang Xiansheng did not chase after him. He bent down to pick up the coin on the ground, then stood at the entrance of the alley and looked inside.

In a corner of the alley, I saw a second-stage ghost baby lying on a corpse and gnawing on it.

This corpse should be the companion of the man just now.

suddenly.

An exclamation came.

The next moment, everything fell into silence.

Zhang Xiansheng knew without even looking that the man who had just escaped was dead.

He was killed by a ghost baby, or a wish ghost.

The wish ghost led the ghost baby to appear, and then killed the two ordinary people who had evil intentions towards him.

This feeling of being protected by a ghost is very strange, a bit like being a gigolo.

Of course, this is just a feeling. Zhang Xiansheng is very clear that the wish ghost's flattery is time-limited.

Now the goal has not been achieved yet, and I will become a face-changing person.

Judging from the time now, Yang Jian and the others should still be fighting hard in the hospital.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiansheng rushed towards the hotel, ready to go back and rest.

"The ghost candle is burning normally and has not been extinguished. My guess is correct."

Yang Jian stared at the lit red ghost candle in his hand thoughtfully.

If this is the case, Wang Xiaoming would probably be in trouble.

Never mind, let’s first find the thing that Wang Xiaoming mentioned, that strange finger.

He suddenly stopped and remembered that he didn't know where Wang Xiaoming's office was. He was so focused on dealing with the risks in the team that he forgot to ask.

Thinking of this, he decided to find Wang Xiaoming first.

the other side.

"Professor Wang, something is wrong now." Zhang Han said with a serious expression.

Dull, stiff footsteps sounded from behind, down the corridor.

It had been going on for a while now, and it sounded like it was getting louder and louder.

"I feel like we're about to be surrounded. Could it be that all those ghosts have woken up?" Sun Yi said with a pale face.

"Sun Yi, stop scaring people here." A ghost rider scolded.

Zhao Kaiming sneered, "What else can we do now except go up? We can't fight those ghosts behind us, right?"

Wang Xiaoming said at this time: "Don't panic, contact is a matter of time. As long as we can withstand the first wave of attacks, we still have a chance. Otherwise, we will all die here."

Although everyone was discussing, they did not stop.

"There are footsteps, upstairs!" Zhang Han, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped.

"It's over. There are people upstairs and downstairs. What should we do?"

One ghost rider gritted his teeth and said, "What else can we do? We just have to go for it. If we fight one, we'll break even. If we fight two, we'll make a profit!"

As Wang Xiaoming and others stopped, footsteps were approaching from both upstairs and downstairs.

"Go upstairs, quickly!" Wang Xiaoming said in an unquestionable tone.

Everyone moved on.

"Here it comes!" Zhang Han narrowed his eyes, ready to use his supernatural powers at any time.

"It's me, Yang Jian."

"It's Yang Jian! The footsteps upstairs are from Yang Jian!"

Soon, everyone saw Yang Jian appear in front of them with a lit red ghost candle in his hand.

"Professor Wang, which floor is your office on?"

"It's on the top floor, where we can evacuate at any time." Wang Xiaoming said.

"Okay, then I'll go get it." After Yang Jian said that, he turned and went upstairs.

(End of this chapter)