The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

Next to the gate of Queqi Logistics Warehousing Center, inside the security booth.

It is four to five square meters, with a single bed board tightly fitted and a wooden table with almost no place to stay.

Agarwood huddled on the bench in the corner.

There was no electricity, so she stretched her hand over the iron bucket burning charcoal to keep warm.

It is indeed much colder near Guilou than other places in Zique Town.

The crane is as tall as the sky, standing abruptly against the small window sill, like a giant who has strayed into Lilliput.

Wen Jihua, who was once a wealthy businessman, felt a little embarrassed and put on his ugly sunglasses again.

Chen Xiangyin looked at the dirty old man in front of him. He couldn't see any trace of a wealthy businessman, and he thought he was a homeless man.

Wen Jihua rubbed his knees, his faded cotton trousers and the knees were covered in black paste.

"I'm really sorry for treating you like young people exploring a haunted house."

After the rise of short videos, people who do not believe in evil come from all over the country to check in from time to time, making it difficult to prevent them.

The ending of these people is either bad luck, or they have an accident soon, become disabled or die.

Some were admitted to mental hospitals and committed suicide soon after.

Wen Jihua's only surviving son went to work elsewhere a year ago.

He was left alone and simply stopped going home and stayed in the security booth, thinking that he could be persuaded to stop him.

As a result, the more he persuaded others, the more enthusiastic he became, and they even pestered him for interviews and live broadcasts.

Wen Jihua simply took off his sunglasses and used his terrifying blindness to scare away the visitors.

Knowing the purpose of Chen Xiangyin and He Chongtian's visit, I felt somewhat lucky about their abilities.

He took out a bunch of black bananas from the box under the bed and greeted the two of them.

"Master Zhuang did come to me to see the ghost building, but unfortunately her whereabouts are elusive and I can't find her."

Chen Xiangyin's heart tightened when he saw the cracks on his hands. The black color had penetrated into his skin.

Wen Jihua's life was very difficult.

Without taking the banana, Chen Xiangyin asked, "Did Master Zhuang tell me why this building is so dangerous?"

Wen Jihua's furrowed brows furrowed further.

"Master Zhuang said that this building has a unique geographical location, and there are evil things that gather spirits and breed resentment. The root of resentment is that the person who ties the bell must also be able to untie the bell."

He Chongtian asked: "What is the evil thing?"

Wen Jihua shook his head: "Master Zhuang is the only one who came out safely after entering the building. I went in for a day and didn't find him."

The big black cat lying at the end of the bed stretched and yawned lazily.

Chen Xiangyin felt that it seemed to be squinting at him, and he raised his eyebrows and stared at the big cat to observe.

"This black cat of yours is quite interesting, just like a dog."

Wen Jihua tilted his head in surprise, "Cat? My Dabai is just a puppy..."

"Woof!" The black cat suddenly stood upright, wagging its tail to stir up the airflow, and stepped on the bed with its joyful limbs. The noise was no different from that of a puppy.

Agarwood and Crane looked at each other in silence.

The black cat put its two front paws on Wen Jihua's legs, suddenly raised one of its paws, raised it to its mouth, and made a "shhhhhhh" gesture.

Wen Jihua didn't know it, and looked pleased, "It's time for Dabai to accompany me, hey..."

Agarwood's pupils shrank, this cat became a spirit...?

Still, this cat...is haunted.

He Chongtian's sharp eyes narrowed slightly, "Yes, it's a dog. How long have you had it? It seems very humane."

Wen Jihua's eyebrows relaxed slightly, "My son raised him. He went to work last year and left Dabai with me."

Talking about his son, Wen Jihua let out a long sigh, "I don't know how Xiaomin is doing these days. He hasn't even received a phone call recently. I don't blame him. If something like this happens at home and affects the children, no one can bear it."

Chen Xiang followed his words and asked casually: "In which city does your son work?"

Wen Jihua: "Qingshan City."

Chen Xiangyin turned to look at Crane Sky, "We also came from Qingshan City." Wen Jihua looked surprised and was about to ask something when the black cat suddenly barked, making a sound like an adult small dog.

Wen Jihua's face darkened, he picked up the guide stick next to him and stood up.

Chen Xiangyin looked out the small window. At the entrance of the storage center, several men were gathered together.

The leading man was using a vise to open the chain of the large iron door.

He Tongtian moved quickly and rushed out before Wen Jihua and Shen Xiangyin.

When Chen Xiangyin arrived, He Chongtian had already started fighting with them.

The six men swarmed forward, but one after another they were repelled by the crane soaring into the sky, unable to get close.

"Huh? Just explain it clearly. Why are you still fighting?"

After seeing the faces of these people clearly, Chen Xiang yelled, picked up a stone from the ground, and threw it leisurely.

There was a scream, and the stone hit the target, hitting one of them on the forehead.

It's the grandchildren who were at the hot pot restaurant last night.

He Chongtian originally came to stop him, but he didn't expect a few people to see it was him. He was angry because he had brought someone with him today, and wanted to give it a try.

The leader, Wang Rui, spat blood and staggered up, "If I hadn't stopped killing people now, you wouldn't be able to breathe now!"

He Chongtian dusted off the non-existent dust on his suit jacket, "Why don't you get out?"

Wang Rui said harsh words and pointed his finger at He Chongtian, but the fear of He Chongtian made him instinctively take a few steps back, looking as cowardly as possible.

"Get out? Where are you going? This road belongs to your home? Don't be too arrogant..."

He Tongtian sneered and walked up to Chen Xiangyin, "Xiang Yin, do you think it is necessary for me to stop someone from dying?"

Chen Xiangyin shrugged, "It's not necessary." As he spoke, his eyes glanced at the few Ya Sans, as if they were looking at dead people, "This kind of people can save air if they die."

Seeing this, several people raised their breath and wanted to fight fiercely, but they didn't dare, fearing that they would be beaten a few more times.

Wang Rui gritted his teeth: "If I don't know you, brothers, go do your business and leave!"

After that, several people continued to pry open the door.

Upon hearing this, Wen Jihua immediately rushed forward to stop, "It's you guys again! I told you! You will die!"

Wang Rui pushed Wen Jihua away, "Get out of here! I have my own ideas! You don't need to worry about it!"

"No!!" Wen Jihua rolled to the ground and hugged Wang Rui's legs tightly, "This is my building, you can't go in!"

"Seeking death!" Wang Rui kicked Wen Jihua in the stomach, causing the chain to break.

Chen Xiangyin stepped forward and helped Wen Jihua up, "Everyone has his own destiny. If others want to die after living enough, forget it if they can't be stopped."

Wen Jihua's face was brightened, he touched the wound in pain, and said angrily: "I won't shed tears until I see the coffin!"

He Chongtian picked up Wen Jihua's guide stick from the ground and handed it to him, then stood next to Chen Xiangyin.

The three of them stood outside the door and watched a few young men walking into the park gate.

The six of them were not as reckless as expected. When they approached the ghost building, they stopped in their tracks.

If you are far away, agarwood attracts your ears well and acts as a microphone.

"Wang Rui said he wanted to transform the ghost building into a hotel, but he couldn't find a construction team willing to take over the job."

"It turns out that Wang Rui was so poor that he was imprisoned for ten years. He was just released for two or three years and was doing nothing every day. Then he set his sights on the ghost building, hoping to get away with nothing."

"It's said that it will be converted into a hotel with simple decoration and rented out to tourists from out of town. I can still make some money from it. I don't plan to do it for a long time. I just want to make a profit!"

"Wang Rui said he has a treasure on him, so he is not afraid to go in."

"They can't turn it into a hotel for the time being. They plan to use it as a warehouse and factory. Wang Rui will clean up the site."

Wen Jihua cursed secretly: "Scum! You want to harm more people? You deserve to die!"

He Chongtian was suspicious: "Is there a treasure on you?"

Having said this, Wang Rui was seen shaking his legs, puffing up his air, taking a deep breath, and rushing in with his head held high.

The dark doorway swallowed up the figure instantly, and Wang Rui got into the ghost building.