Female boss's personal expert

Chapter 626 Ghost Hand Demon Princess!

There is someone behind the door.

As soon as Hao Lian Yanyue walked into the bedroom, her keen sixth sense sent her a warning signal of danger, and her pupils shrank violently.

In her bedroom, she was only allowed to enter alone, and no one, including Han Zekai, was allowed to enter without permission.

The sense of danger like a poisonous snake behind her made Hao Lianyanyue react the fastest, half turned around, picked up the wine bottle and smashed it behind the door.

Sure enough someone!

When the wine bottle was smashed down with the sound of the wind, Hao Lian Yanyue only saw a white shadow flash in front of her eyes, and the wine bottle hit the ground heavily.

Before the sound of the wine bottle breaking could be heard, Hao Lian Yanyue turned around abruptly, and the wine glass in his right hand shot out with lightning, flying towards a white figure that had already floated to the center of the bedroom with the slightest sound of breaking through the air.

Shiro Shadow seemed to shake for a moment, and the goblet stopped in the air, or it was pinched by two fingers.

Hao Lian Yanyue's gaze was immediately attracted by this hand.

What kind of hand is this?
I believe that even the person with the best appetite will vomit after seeing this hand, and have a nightmare for half a month-the word skinny is used for this hand, it seems to be a beautiful adjective , except that it is covered with a layer of pale skin, it is no different from a skeleton, and there are big black spots on the skin.

One hand can be so terrifying, what about the owner of the hand?

Hao Lian Yanyue backed away subconsciously, but then stopped, the tense nerves all over her body relaxed instantly, and she walked into the bedroom again, closed the door with her backhand, staring at the male part of the man in white and said lightly: "Before you come next time, you'd better inform me in advance. I'm a timid person. If I hurt you when I'm in danger, it won't be good."

"You really want to hurt me, but unfortunately you don't have the ability."

It's a woman's voice, the voice is beautiful, sweet and crisp.

If you just listen to her voice, you will definitely think that she is a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, but there is a hint of coldness in her voice.

"You dodge a bullet every time?"

The corners of Hao Lian Yanyue's mouth curled up, and she looked up at the woman.

The woman standing in the middle of the bedroom is not too tall, about 1.6 meters five, wearing a white dress, her gray hair is casually scattered behind her head, her pale face is expressionless, but her eyes move with the eyeballs, occasionally It emits a sharp luster.

If someone saw the woman's hand holding the wine glass, they would definitely think that she was as thin as a hemp stick, but it was not the case. Although the woman's figure was not too plump, it was definitely not like that. The bamboo poles even look a bit like yoga instructors, curvy.

How could such a woman with a decent figure have ghost-like hands?

Hao Lian Yanyue also wanted to know the answer, in fact, she even wanted to know what this woman known as 'Ghost Hand Demon Fairy' looked like.

The reason why Guishou Moji's face was expressionless was because she was wearing a mask.

Ghost Hand Moji looked at the wine glass in her hand, walked back and forth a few steps, and asked: "So far, you have attacked me seven times in total, five of which were with firearms. Can I dodge bullets?" , I believe you should know best."

Hao Lianyanyue lowered her eyes, looked at the bamboo flute hanging on the waist of Ghost Hand Moji, sighed and said: "Oh, you are right. I still can't figure out how a person's speed Faster than a bullet."

"That's because I'm not human at all, I'm Ghost Hand Moji."

With a shake of Ghost Hand Moji's right hand, the wine glass in her hand flew to the cabinet by the window, and after a few slight shakes, it stopped still.

Hao Lian Yanyue walked to the window, sat down and looked at the wine glass: "I'm not sure that the things are in his hands, or that I don't have enough reasons to search where he hides things... You know, he is not Ordinary people. If it is hard, it has no other meaning except to expose myself."

"The things must be in his hands, at least Sun Tianyang's scriptures are in his hands."

As the ghost-handed Moji said, with a wave of her left hand hidden in her sleeve, a small white ball flew towards Hao Lianyanyue.

Hao Lianyanyue raised her hand to grab the small ball, it was a ball of paper.

Ghost Hand Moji's voice sounded: "The plan has changed, and we will follow the above in the future."

Hao Lianyanyue opened the paper ball and took a look, then tore up the ashtray on the cabinet and lit it with a lighter.

The piece of paper must have been specially treated. After being ignited by the lighter, it suddenly burst into flames like gunpowder in a firecracker, and then disappeared. There was only a layer of white traces in the ashtray, but no traces remained. The next trace of soot.

After watching Hao Lianyanyue burn the paper with her own eyes, Ghost Hand Moji turned and walked towards the door.

"Wait, I have a question for you."

When she walked to the door, Hao Lian Yanyue suddenly asked: "I want to know who the old monk I assassinated last time is."

Ghost-handed Moji turned around, looked at Hao Lianyanyue's lower abdomen, and said lightly: "For the sake of a bamboo stick being stabbed on your lower abdomen by him, I can tell you. That old monk is the master of the middle palace." , the name is Honest Monk. He has another identity, that is, Kayang Living Buddha who is active in northern Xinjiang."

"What, he is the master of the middle palace? The master of the middle palace is Kayang Living Buddha?"

Hao Lianyanyue was startled, and sat up from the window with a face full of disbelief.

Hao Lianyanyue already knew about the news that Kayang Living Buddha had died in the Menggeer earthquake in Outer Mongolia.

It is not surprising that Kayang Living Buddha died in the earthquake. After all, not everyone is as lucky as Gao Fei and Tie Tu to survive the earthquake.

What surprised her was that the legendary master of the middle palace turned out to be the old monk who was assassinated by her.

"Anything is possible."

Guishou Moji used a well-known slogan, and seemed to smile a little after she finished speaking.

Hao Lian Yanyue was stunned for a moment, then asked again: "Since he is the lord of the Central Palace, why do you want to assassinate him?"

Ghost Hand Moji replied coldly: "This is not what you should ask."

"Then can I ask another question?"

Without waiting for Ghost Hand Moji to say anything, Hao Lian Yanyue asked: "Are you unsure about how to deal with Gao Fei?"

Ghost Hand Moji narrowed her eyes slightly, and said slowly: "If I want to kill him, thirty Gao Fei will die too."

"Just because of something on him?"

"That's not what you should be asking."

Ghost Hand Moji answered Hao Lianyanyue with these words again, opened the door and walked out without waiting for her to say anything else.

Hao Lianyanyue stood up immediately, walked quickly to the door, opened the door and looked at the living room below: the living room below was empty, the door and windows were closed, but the ghost-handed demon girl was gone .

Instead of going out to search, she closed the door and went to the hanging wardrobe under the south wall, and opened the door.

There is a notebook in the hanging closet, and the screen is divided into eight small screens, each of which faces the door, window, and even the secret passage under the stairs.

From the screen, Hao Lianyanyue could see that after the Ghost Hand Moji walked out of her bedroom, she turned right and walked towards the stairs.

Next, it is supposed that Hao Lian Yanyue should have seen the scene of her walking down the stairs - but in fact, she didn't even see a ghost, as if the ghost hand and magic girl disappeared out of thin air after passing the camera at the door of her bedroom up.

"She must have tricked the camera somehow."

Hao Lianyanyue breathed a sigh of relief, closed the cabinet door, walked to the window and drew the curtains, then opened the window cabinet and took out a box from it.

Inside the box, there is a small mobile phone, brand new, never used.

Hao Lianyanyue turned on the phone, and after the signal source appeared in the upper right corner of the screen, he quickly dialed a number.

A few seconds later, someone answered the phone over there, but no one spoke.

Hao Lian Yanyue didn't ask if there was anyone there, and said directly: "At one o'clock in the afternoon, I went to the Sunset Restaurant to find Gao Fei... After returning, the Ghost Hand Moji waited for me in my bedroom and gave me a new task." .”

The people over there still didn't speak.

Hao Lianyanyue stared at the call time, waited for the other party to be silent for more than ten seconds, then decisively hung up the phone, then deleted the call record and turned off the phone.

-

"Brother Da Biao isn't lying to me, is he? He's going to have a regular job? And the monthly salary is tens of thousands, plus bonuses... Hey, he must be bragging again. He's been like this since he was a child, always lying to people with big words."

Zhang Mao is a taxi driver, and the car belongs to Jinan Platinum Rental Company.

Zhang Mao is driving this car in partnership with others, or he is simply doing the work for the owner: the owner works the night shift, and he works the day shift. From 180:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm, he pays for his own fuel for [-] hours a day. The owner of the car pays a rental fee of [-] fast money, and after a month of hard work, he can earn about four to five thousand.

Earning four or five thousand from dawn to dusk is quite enough for a countryman like Zhang Mao. He doesn't believe that his cousin Chen Dabiao, who is also from a mud-legged background, will find a job with a monthly salary of tens of thousands, plus bonuses, unless it is dream.

Zhang Mao knew about his cousin Chen Dabiao going to the detention center a few days ago. After the incident, he sent 1 yuan to his cousin.

That's all he can do, he's not rich, and it doesn't matter if he's in the city.

Zhang Mao received a call from his cousin last night.

Chen Dabiao told Zhang Mao that he had come out now and found a good job.

He also said that his boss treated him very well and gave him several job openings, so he asked Zhang Mao if he wanted to work with him.

To be honest, Zhang Mao didn't believe that his cousin could have such good luck, but he can go to him tomorrow to see what's going on.

Today's business is not very good, the income is not half of the usual, Zhang Mao is a little anxious, hoping to get a "big deal", at least he has to earn the car rental fee.

Looking at the oil meter, Zhang Mao shook his head, temporarily put his cousin's matter out of his mind, and prayed to God for mercy—maybe God really heard Zhang Mao's prayer. When he passed an intersection, A woman in white stopped him.

"Hello, where are you going..."

Zhang Mao stopped the car, turned his head and said these words to the woman in white who opened the car door, his mind buzzed: God, is this the hand of a ghost?so scary!
"Go to Peace Square."

The woman in white closed the car door, raised her hand to brush her black hair, and seeing Zhang Mao staring at her hand in a daze, she stretched out her hand in confusion, shook it in front of his eyes and asked, "What's the matter, is there any problem?" ?”

The woman's fingers were slender and tender, as watery as light white, just like the hands of a piano girl.

"Oh, no, it's nothing, I was a little distracted just now, hey, sit down and drive."

Zhang Mao blinked his eyes vigorously, turned around and started the car, and thought to himself: Well, the eyes are blurred at a young age.

(End of this chapter)