Ye Yang said in a deep voice, "Qin Yong's words just now were actually hinting to us that their next move will be set up outside."

Lin Zhao whispered, "He said: He watched his companions die one by one, but he was powerless. That's telling us that we can see Li Po through the computer."

"If Li Po is in danger, can we not help?"

"Helping means going out!"

Lin Zhao took a deep breath and said, "Li Po adheres to the code of the martial world. The martial world is treacherous, and the waves are turbulent. People who can survive in the martial world cannot be perfect people who adhere to Confucian ideals."

"Especially Li Po, his style of doing things is more like a Jiang Yang bandit (a daring robber). Maybe he will fall into the opponent's trap soon."

Ye Yang said in a deep voice, "Not maybe, but definitely!"

While Ye Yang was speaking, there was a rustling sound from the corner of the wall.

Ye Yang and Lin Zhao turned their heads at the same time to look at the areca palm placed in the corner.

The dense bamboo leaves were already shrouded in a shadow at some point.

No, it should be that the shadow cast by the areca palm on the wall has changed. At first glance, it looks like someone is squatting behind the bamboo, quietly parting the bamboo leaves, and peeking at Ye Yang in front of the computer.

Ye Yang slashed diagonally with a sword in his backhand, and the fierce sword energy instantly cut the bamboo in half.

Ye Yang's sword not only cut off the areca palm, but also cut off half of the black shadow.

Traces of blood gradually seeped from the sword mark on the wall.

Ye Yang glanced at the patch of scarlet on the wall, "So what if the other party sets up a trap? Liangjie Tang (Two Worlds Hall) has not slaughtered a god since its establishment."

"Then let's start with the Confucian gods!"

Ye Yang's indifferent voice caused the temperature of the entire room to drop sharply, and even Lin Zhao shivered.

Lin Zhao knew that Ye Yang would not strike at this time.

Ye Yang will definitely choose to break out of No. 44 when I can't handle the scene outside, and induce the ghost and god to turn around and deal with me, to help me share the pressure.

At that time, it will really be the time for us brothers to join forces to slaughter a god.

At that time, I didn't know that Ye Yang had already suppressed No. 44 with one person and one sword. I was lying in bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

I deliberately said in the property management office that Xia Mengying was a teacher, just to restart the kindergarten in Shanglin Community.

Everyone knows that children have pure eyes.

Children a few years old have not yet had their eyes blinded by the mortal world, and have not lost the spirituality they should have. They can often see things that adults cannot see.

In Shanglin Community, it is difficult to distinguish between humans and ghosts.

I used the Ghost Eye Secret Technique several times in a row in the community, but I couldn't see any ghosts wandering around.

In this way, it is equivalent to me being unable to crack the mystery of the figure by the window.

The message Chen Shuyu sent me said: Only the children in the classroom can see the figure outside the window.

If I let the children draw what they see, I will have at least a 50% chance of judging where the ghost is coming from from their paintings.

However, in this way, I am equivalent to angering the ghost by the window.

If the other party suddenly attacks and kills, I'm afraid I won't be able to protect the children in the classroom!

Take the lives of so many children to gamble?

If I gamble, I'm afraid I won't be able to get over my own hurdle.

If I don't gamble, I can still save Lao Liu!

Sacrifice oneself for righteousness?

I can't sacrifice other people's lives for my own righteousness, can I?

I tossed and turned for most of the night before falling into a deep sleep.

When I woke up in the morning, the first thing I did was to look at the flower pots on the opposite building.

As a result, what was placed on the balcony was a pot of areca palm that had been cut off.

Ye Yang was telling me that he had already suppressed the scene.

I had just sat down and took a bite of the breakfast Wang Butcher had brought up when the phone rang.

The property manager said on the phone, "Little Li, there is a job to carry a dead person now. Do you want to go? They'll pay a thousand."

I said, "Carrying a dead person should be done by a man, right? Am I going alone?"

In the Northeast, funeral homes have people responsible for driving hearses, but no one is responsible for carrying dead people.

Whether it is inviting the deceased out of the house and sending them to the car, or carrying the body out of the farewell hall and sending it to the crematorium, it is all done by the family members.

Only those who really can't find family members will hire people to carry the corpse out, and the cost is not low.

After all, this kind of thing of carrying a corpse will not only suppress people's luck, but also have to act as the deceased's relatives or filial sons and grandsons.

The property manager said, "I really can't find anyone here! Lao Wu is unwilling to do it either."

"He said that if you can't find anyone else, he will lend you a hand. If you can find someone, or are willing to carry the person down yourself, he won't! The money for two people will all be yours."

Lend a hand!

I couldn't help but sneer in my heart: Saying lend a hand for this kind of work means that he won't carry the dead person's head, but only carry the feet.

I carry the person downstairs, and he and the dead person are all behind me. What's the difference between this and carrying a corpse downstairs?

I said, "If they give me four thousand, I'll do it. I'll do the work of four people by myself. It's not too much to ask for four shares of money, right?"

The property manager said, "This, I have to discuss it with them."

"Don't you have a beautician? Can you go and put makeup on the deceased? They'll also pay a thousand."