Pick up a corpse to be reborn: Miss Ghost

Chapter 663

Knives, blood, screams.

Li Mingfeng was shaking like he was sifting chaff, watching his book boy Dafu slowly approaching him with a hatchet in his hands.

The few kind ladies and young masters who had saved him before were all lying in a pool of blood, and it seemed that they were hopeless.

Li Mingfeng wanted to question Dafu loudly why he did this, but the excessive fear prevented him from making any sound, and he could only make a meaningless rattling sound from his throat.

Looking at the hatchet shining brightly in the candlelight, thick blood dripped down the blade one drop at a time. The slight sound of dripping water was like a death note, which scared Li Mingfeng almost to the point of breaking his heart.

Dafu is like a predator who likes to play with his prey. He deliberately walks slowly and treads heavily on purpose. Seeing Li Mingfeng's frightened distorted face, he almost burst out laughing with joy.

"No, don't kill me..."

Li Mingfeng managed to find his own voice, "I, I'm not bad to you, why, why are you doing this?"

"Why? You ask me why? Hee hee, because I was a criminal who murdered and robbed."

Dafu's honest and honest face, now under the candlelight, became extremely ferocious.

"What, what!? You, aren't you the gangster who has committed many crimes?"

Li Mingfeng was really crying inwardly now.

When he arrived in the capital half a year ago, it was the time when Zuan Tianshu was being hunted down by the officers and soldiers the most.

But no matter how smart the officers and soldiers are, it is impossible for them to think that a Jiangyang thief would turn himself into a scholar boy who went to Beijing to take the exam and hide in the academy, right?

"Hee hee, you have even heard the name of the master? That's just right, and it can be regarded as making you a sensible ghost."

Dafu, that's right, it's Zhan Tianshu. At this moment, he finally walked in front of Li Mingfeng. With a bloodthirsty and distorted laugh on his face, he raised the hatchet in his hand.

Stimulated by extreme panic and a strong desire to survive, Li Mingfeng grabbed something and threw it at the squirrel.

The squirrel raised his hand subconsciously to block it, and the speed of cutting with the hatchet was also slower.

But in such a gap, Li Mingfeng immediately ran out of the carriage.

(End of this chapter)