someone under me

Chapter 339 Waiting for Death
In the dark room, there is only a little light from the broken window, and the eyes that have adapted to the darkness can vaguely see the situation in the room.

Li Yi and Fang Ting lay side by side on the bed, Han Ying stood motionless in front of the bed, Zhou Xiaoyan, who was still in shock, was squatting in the corner of the bed on the other side, and at the end of the bed were Yan Ming on one side, monks on the other, Lao Dao and Song Yang Standing on both sides of the bed, Song Yang was against the wall, and Lao Dao was facing the window, the bedroom was so crowded.

The most painful thing is waiting, and what is more difficult than waiting is not knowing when the other party will come and whether he will come, and what is even worse is knowing that if the other party comes again, it will be even worse, and everyone may die .

"How about I go to check the distribution box, probably the switch has tripped..." Yan Ming said impatiently.

Today's city people can hardly bear the darkness. It feels like losing their soul without electricity, and it feels uncomfortable to do anything.

"It's useless even if it's repaired, and the power will be cut off when they come again later. It doesn't matter if I'm a ghost, but it's troublesome if your eyes can't get used to it." The old man said.

"You just said that they will come again, and they have been waiting for two hours, why haven't they come yet?" Song Yang muttered.

"As long as the sky is not yet dawn, there will still be danger." The old Taoist said.

"Then we can't just wait like this." Yan Ming said, "You have exhausted your mana, the monk lost the magic weapon, and I was injured when I stretched my body halfway. Now the only one who can beat is Miss Han. If they come again If so, the ones who came must be stronger than those two just now, what should we do then?"

"If I can't beat them, then I will run away with the two of them. They shouldn't be able to catch up with me." Han Ying said lightly.

The others were dumbfounded. They said that if Han Ying ran away, they would have to wait quietly to be beaten to death.

"Yingying, can you take me with you too, woo woo..." Zhou Xiaoyan cried again in anxiety.

"Hey, why do I have to wait until we are defeated?" Song Yang yelled, "Why don't we run now? Drive the car until dawn, so that those guys can't find us?"

"Are you sure there are no ghosts lurking outside the building?" The old man said disdainfully, "Besides, if you are driving, you are not afraid of another evil ghost who died in a car accident or something?"

The last time the bus fell into the river is still fresh in people's memory, the kind of evil spirits that can control cars are not easy to deal with.

"Oh, it's over, my pity my house is about to be demolished, and I'm about to get rich, but I'm wasting my money..." Song Yang said with a bitter face.

"Death is nothing to be afraid of," the old Taoist said, "The key is that after death, the fat man will definitely capture our souls and give him his life or something. That's called trouble..."

"Working hard? What are you doing?" Zhou Xiaoyan asked.

"You don't know? The big fat man runs a nightclub, and I was captured by him as a waiter or something," Song Yang said, "You look like... I think you can be a top card."

"Wow..." Zhou Xiaoyan cried again.

"Are you not afraid, kid?" The old man said angrily, "Don't cry, girl, don't worry, nothing will happen tonight."

"Do you have any other solutions?" Yan Ming asked, frowning.

"Of course, hehe..." The old man stroked his beard and said, "You forgot? There is someone under Li Yi!"

"Yes, you can find his dean Bai, and Lao Jin." Song Yang slapped his hands.

"Captain Yan, if there is any movement later, you should quickly notify the subordinates with a ghost order, and they will definitely not watch Li Yi die." The old man laughed.

"Well, I'll tell them now, lest they be late later." Yan Ming said.

"No," said the old Taoist, "there are people under that fat man. If you notify now, it will be easy to leak the news. If the other party finds a way to interfere with the black and white, they will not be able to come."

Now that I have said that, everyone is finally a little relieved, and the next step is to continue to spend time.

The feeling of staying up late at night is really uncomfortable, Yan Ming is smoking, the old man is drinking, Song Yang and Zhou Xiaoyan took out their mobile phones to read the headlines, the monk is meditating with his eyes closed, only Han Ying is left staring at the window outside.

They stayed up until four o'clock in the middle of the night, everyone was cold and sleepy, even Zhou Xiaoyan and Song Yang fell asleep, but Han Ying called softly: "Be careful..."

Yan Ming put out the cigarette butt at once, took out the ghost messenger, waited for the confirmation of the situation, and then sent a message to ask for support. The old man also put away the wine bottle, and leaned against the wall to look outside.

But in the open space downstairs, a layer of fog suddenly appeared, just like the dry ice fog on the stage, only one meter above the ground.

Suddenly, a figure walked out of the small bungalow, walked through the fog into the open space, raised his head and looked upstairs.

"Send!" The old Taoist gave an order to Yan Ming, and Yan Ming immediately contacted his subordinates with a ghost order.

"Everyone, it's getting late, and it's almost dawn. Surrender now. I can consider letting you survive now." The man downstairs shouted loudly.

"Fart your mother!" The old man scolded loudly, "Gao Laojiu, when did your overbearing bastard ever count on what you say? No wonder I believe you!"

"Hehe, old man, since you know that I, Gao Laojiu, don't count what I say, then you must know that I never blink when I kill people!" The guy downstairs yelled, "If you come down now, I can hand you over to the fat man!" Master, otherwise, if I make a move, none of you will be able to run away once the red-eye is killed!"

"Huh, come up and try if you have the guts." The old man yelled, "I don't know if the old man told you that he asked you to kill Li Yi, but the current wandering god, you dare to touch a hair of him, Lord Chenghuang!" I will not let you go!"

"Haha, I escaped from hell. I haven't seen the hell do anything to me for so many years. I'm afraid of them!" Gao Laojiu shouted.

"That's fine, come up if you have the guts, I'm sure I'll let you come and go!" The old man bluffed and shouted.

"Okay!" Gao Laojiu sighed, raised his hand and waved forward.

"No, he really brought someone here..." the old Taoist shouted hastily.

Sure enough, in the next second, a lot of little ghosts emerged from the shadows, men, women, old and young, and they all rushed towards this side as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

"Did the next one answer?" The old man asked anxiously.

"No reply." Yan Ming was also anxiously clutching the ghost order.

While speaking, a ghost rushed to the front of the building. Although the downstairs door was locked, the kitchen window was open. Seeing that the little ghost had rushed into the building, there was also a little ghost crawling up the sewer outside the window.

(End of this chapter)