The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 282: Fairy Qiao (1)
"Hurry up, what the hell?"

Qiao Guan remained motionless, just sticking at the door like a small piece of wood, until he heard movement inside, and an older gangster appeared behind Huang Mao.

"Old Seven, what's the matter?"

"I don't know where the girl came from, saying that Brother Huang is begging for money."

"Ask for money?" Wei Laosan glanced at her from the corner of his eye, seeing her smooth skin and delicate features, he suddenly smiled, "Old Seven, open the door, how can you let the guests stand at the door?"

Huang Mao glanced at him, and at a glance, he knew that the old guy was lustful, so he opened the iron gate with a "click".

Qiao Guan looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, his facial features were fairly regular, but he was short, and his smile was a bit wretched.

Wei Laosan stretched out his hand and was about to pull her: "Isn't it just to ask for some money? Come in and have a good time with my brother, and my brother will give you money."

As he spoke, he clasped her wrist carelessly, but he quickly flung it away as if he had been touched by electricity.

wipe!Why does this girl look like a dead person, so cold!

At this moment, Qiao Guan's ghostly aura was wide open, let alone ordinary people, even some skilled mages and priests couldn't easily break through the barrier that was propped up.

She stepped over the threshold and frowned as soon as she entered the door. The place is really dark, has someone died before?
The space in the rental house is not big, and the living room can barely accommodate a set of leather sofas, a TV with a big butt, and a few young people playing cards and eating sunflower seeds on the sofa. Look over here.

Melon seed shells and beer bottles fell crookedly on the ground. It was obvious that this was just a den where some unworthy gangsters often gathered.

At this time, a person stood up on the sofa. It was a young man in his twenties, his face was red from drinking, and his neck was thick, and he couldn't speak fluently: "Where is the little beauty, come and sit with brother."

After saying that, seeing that Qiao Wan still didn't move, he got up staggeringly, walked over and dragged her: "What are you doing standing there, come quickly, and have a drink with brother."

It's a pity that he was hit by a small stone flying towards him before he met her.

A few people still laughed at first, a little girl came up with a bag of stones, either she was too stupid or had a brain problem, but no matter whether she was sick or not, as long as her body was healthy, she could play.

However, in the next second, when they saw the drunk man let out a scream and rolled on the ground, one or two of them widened their eyes.

"Fuck, bitch, what have you done!" Wei Lao San was the closest to her, and he reached out to slap her twice, but that bitch suddenly threw three stones at herself. The gravel, but when it came into contact with the skin, his whole body was in pain like being burned, and his head went blank for an instant, and he didn't know anything after that, he just rolled on the ground blindly.

Qiao Guan didn't like the way he looked at her very much, so when dealing with him, he used a few more stones, which was enough to hurt him for three days.

In fact, Qiao Guan could have come empty-handed. Since the last time she discovered that Fu Tianlang's yin can cover the chains on her fingertips, she has followed suit. She practiced hard to cover the will-o'-the-wisps when she returned home. Zhao family's talisman, long-distance attack is no longer her weakness.

But these people are just a group of punks running around in the society. They have no skills at all, and it is enough to deal with them with small stones.

Qiao Wan turned around and dealt with Huang Mao smoothly. The people sitting in the distance were stunned for a moment, but seeing that the other party was just an ordinary girl, they rushed up to snatch her bag of stones, but when the other party let go, a sack The small gravels poured over his head and face.

It was like a wave of fire, with a thud, and the few people fell to the ground in an instant before they could even utter a scream.

Qiao Wan saw that it was broken. When she was in a hurry just now, she shot a little harder. It wouldn't burn this group of people...

Frightened, she quickly squatted down to check, and was relieved to see that although several people were already semi-conscious, their souls had not been burned.

Qiao Wan patted his butt and got up, and opened the door at the end.

There is no one in the empty room.

Qiao Guan blinked, retracted again, and turned to open another room closest to the door. This time there was someone in the room, but the man was hiding in the corner. Seeing her open the door, he held a knife in his pocket and pointed at her. wave.

The edge of the knife is sharp, and with such a knife, she will definitely lose the rhythm of arms and legs.

However, only a "ding" sound was heard, and the blade vibrated and bounced away.

Huang Yuanshan was shocked, he quickly took two steps back and stared at her like a ghost.

Damn, what is the origin of this woman, even if she kills his brother outside the house by herself, she is still invulnerable at this moment?
Qiao Wan was stabbed for no reason, although he didn't get hurt, he turned around in a bad mood.

When she turned her head and glanced over his shoulder, she immediately widened her eyes: "Are you raising a brat?"

Huang Yuanshan is about thirty years old and has a big beard. He is standing in front of the desk and looking at her in shock: "You...where did you hear that?"

Qiao Wan glanced at him, and finally understood the origin of the dark energy in the room.

She pointed to his shoulder: "You have a lot of yin, and you haven't raised it well? He looks very thin. "

Huang Yuansheng's face turned pale: "Can you see him?"

Qiao Wan nodded: "He's lying on your shoulder."

Huang Yuanshan's heart skipped a beat, and he took two steps back.

Earlier, he did spend tens of thousands of dollars to bring back a little ghost from Thailand for the sake of luck. In fact, it was just a flower pot with the bones of the baby spirit buried in it. After that, he obeyed the "master"'s advice and brought back a little ghost every half a month. From the elbow, draw out half a tube of blood with a syringe to feed.

But who knows that several months have passed, but his luck has not improved at all. He thought he had been fooled, so he stopped making offerings, but everything went wrong after that. , and then the Taoist priest left, he also thought that this was the end of the matter, but unexpectedly...

He thought of the red mark on his chest, at first it was just a faint mark, and then it gradually turned into two small paw marks, the marks became deeper and deeper as time went by, and now the skin on his heart had been broken.

"Nonsense, so what if I raised it? That kid was taken away early in the morning!" Huang Yuanshan didn't believe it, and snorted coldly, still looking at her vigilantly.

Qiao Wan pulled a chair and sat down, shaking his head and sighing softly: "Then you must have met a liar, have you had any itching or pain in your chest recently?"

Huang Yuanshan's eyes widened: "How do you know..."

Qiao Guan poured himself a glass of water to moisten his throat: "I see, you haven't fed him for several months. He was so hungry that he could only scratch your heart and eat it."

(End of this chapter)