Chapter 245 This woman is not normal

The people at the scene were stunned for a second. Jingthorn rarely showed such a knowing smile. It can be said that they had never seen him before, but when they saw Yin Hui, they would smile so happily.

They couldn't even believe their eyes.

"Okay, I'll stay with you here, I want to see how you conduct the soul-summoning ceremony." Bramble's face was full of curiosity and comfort.

Yin Hui did not answer, but looked at the busy crowd at the scene, feeling confused and confused. In the end, he had to lock the target on the broken plane.

The complex structure and weird parts of the plane were unprecedented in his imagination, and he had never even taken a private plane.

Although the plane has been cut into two pieces, the decorations and space inside have not been destroyed so terrible.

Just looking at it, you can imagine the luxury in the cabin at that time, comparable to the presidential suite.

Those who can take such a luxurious private plane must have an extraordinary identity. Yin Hui had a little interest in the victim Shanbian Youyuan and did not understand what the identity of this guy was.

"Yin Hui, if you have nothing to do, come here, I have something to discuss with you." Jingtie's soft voice made this sweet voice.

However, the sound exploded in his heart like a death talisman, charred his heart.

"Why are you still standing there? Let me discuss with you a few questions that must be asked during this soul-summoning ceremony." Seeing that Yin Hui was still standing still in a daze, Jing Thorn smiled bitterly.

"Oh." He came to his senses stupidly and walked to the side of Thorns.

"From some clues at the scene, this person's identity is extraordinary, and the severity of the matter is likely to exceed our imagination. And according to the instructions from the superior, we must investigate this matter clearly before it can be achieved." Jingtiao swallowed and spitted: "As far as the superior knows, their trip to China is very secret and urgent, so only the delivery staff of the embassy and Shan Bian Youyuan know their affairs. What you have to do is ask the purpose of the trip and some other information from Shan Bian Youyuan. Do you understand?"

Seeing that she did not attack him with sugar-coated shells, he breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, "Well, I will keep your mission in mind."

"It turns out that you are not wrong." Jingtie patted his shoulder: "The handsome guy is good. After this mission is over, I will reward you."

Listening to her ambiguous words, Yin Hui had only one thought in her mind, which was to find a crack in the ground to drill down. He didn't want a woman to continue to humiliate her family.

"Okay, okay, sister, I won't make things difficult for you." Jing Tiao looked at Yin Hui's blushing face and thick neck, and smiled: "Look at you, sister, I'm clear about doing things and won't let you suffer."

Yin Hui nodded.

This woman is abnormal, absolutely abnormal, 100% abnormal, and 10,000 abnormal.

He now only has one idea, that is, to leave this woman as soon as possible, and not be tempted by her beauty and lose her life.

But Jingtie didn't think so. I didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. I felt a sense of belonging and down-to-earth when I stayed with him.

This is a feeling I have never experienced before. With this feeling, she has the determination to follow Ding Yinhui for the rest of her life.

But when she thought of her yin and yang body, she was still stunned.

The other party doesn't seem to like to stay with her, and stay with this woman who makes all men in the world ecstatic. If she knows about her Yin-Yang body, wouldn't she be even more reluctant to stay with herself?

Her white brow, who believed she was invincible in the world, frowned, which was really a troublesome thing.

"Okay, the sky has begun to dim. I have to prepare to avoid being caught off guard." After saying that, he left the scene as if he ran away.

She sneered as he watched his escape.

She has a hundred confidences about her own conditions. But when facing such a man, she is still a little inferior.

In fact, there are many men who are trying to lose their life and stay with her, and they even have to register first when they queue up. Many of them have much better conditions than Yin Hui, but for some reason, when they meet him for the first time, they seem to be attracted by some of his advantages.

Is this the legendary love at first sight?

She smiled mockingly, and her slender legs followed the path Yin Hui walked.

At this moment, the sky was already a little dim. Not far away, there was a small lighthouse built temporarily. The people were all dispersed and the noisy sound was gone. Instead, there was a strange atmosphere on the scene.

Yin Hun had already put on a yellow Taoist robe at this moment. The yellow Taoist robe seemed very obvious in the dim night. There were many small insects surrounding him. Against the backdrop of the light, Yin Hun also looked like a small lighthouse.

Yin Hui, wearing Taoist robe, exuded a classical aura all over his body. Coupled with his sharp edges, the man's face made him even more jealous, handsome, and manly temperament. Almost all his advantages were combined with him.

"Boss, I think this kid is quite suitable." I kept observing Yin Hui's thorns carefully, and the thoughts were interrupted by the voices beside me.

She was very familiar with the voice, and was the follower who had been by her side for decades, Lao Mao.

He turned his head to look at Lao Mao, nodded without any expression.

"If you are embarrassed to say something, I can introduce it to you." Lao Mao said with a faint smile.

"No need, I will deal with my own business." Jingtie refused his kindness, looked away from Yin Hui, and looked around alertly.

There were dense guards around, but she was still a little worried. She had always been so rigorous.

"Boss, don't worry, ten of these people were transferred from the special forces. Even if they have nine lives, they can't get in. Don't worry." Mao smiled and patiently explained to Jingthorn.

"Yeah." Jingtie seemed to feel relieved a lot, and let out a long sigh and said, "What, do you think Yin Hui is really suitable?"

"Yes, I feel that boy has a strong yang energy. Even if your yin and yang complement each other, that boy's life will not be much loss."

"I mean, are you sure Yin Hui will agree? We don't have any feelings. How could he accept me?"

In the face of love, she was as nervous as a girl.

"Don't worry, boss, you've thought too much. There is no need to worry about this. Just based on your conditions, there is no one in the world who can resist the temptation. What's more, this boy." Lao Mao patted his chest and said with confidence.

"But do you think Yin Hui is interested in me?" Jing Thi asked Lao Mao.

Lao Mao felt a little uncomfortable when he looked at the sad face of Thorn. After so many years of following Thorn, he had never seen her so helpless, like a child.

When did he worry so much about such idiots? What magic does this kid have that makes Thorns so uneasy?

He looked at Yin Hui and found nothing different from other men, so he had to sigh.

"Do you know? It is said that Conan Doyle seems to be interested in Yin Hui, and you have also investigated his life experience. Don't there be three little loli in the family? How could such a man with a feminine relationship like me?"

She still lacks confidence, which is very different from the image of a strong woman in the past.

Mao fell into deep thought.

From the outside, although this kid is a bit handsome and a bit masculine, he is not as handsome as Kaneshiro Takeshi, so he doesn't have so many fans. And there are three women who are willing to share a man at the same time, so how powerful is this man?

At this moment, Lao Mao was already busy wearing a Taoist robe, and the soul-summoning ceremony seemed to have officially begun.

The two of them were not chatting, and they overwhelmed their stomachs.

Less than one meter in front of the plane, there was an Eight Immortals table. Yin Hun sat quietly on an old-fashioned chair, holding a money sword in his hand, staring at the front with bright eyes, as if he was paying attention to something.

Looking along the eyes, there was nothing else outside the special forces ten meters away.

Conan Doyle and others gathered about ten meters to his left and looked at Yin Hui, all wanting to see what Japanese ghosts are like.

The sun completely sank into the other side of the mountain, and the scene was as quiet as death, except for the occasional sound of one or two unknown insects.

The light emitted by a temporary small lighthouse provides bright light to the scene. Although it is not very bright, it is enough to ensure that their vision is clear.

"The sky is spiritual and the earth is spiritual and the Taishang Laojun is about to appear." Yin Hui held the money sword in his hand and suddenly soared from the chair, flew over from the Eight Immortals table, and then landed steadily.

"Demons and ghosts are about to appear." His feet settled down and he shouted a slogan again.

The money sword in his hand reflected the light of the light bulb, and it was full of light, as if it was more eye-catching than the light bulb itself. As his agile hands danced, the money sword flew around in the air like a butterfly, the light also circled around them like a butterfly.

As he jumped around quickly, the air stirred by him quickly ran around, turning into strange evil winds. It was cold and bone-black.

Suddenly, a thick black mist slowly floated from not far away.

The black fog was very strange, as if it was a ball of sewage, rolling in, with a huge momentum, as if it wanted to completely swallow them.

Seeing the black fog, he looked at that direction with some ignorance, and then his face immediately became nervous, and the money sword in his hand was even more powerful.

Wherever the sword light and sword shadows passed, there seemed to be a bright trace, and the traces looked very obvious, just like the money sword was engraved.

However, the other party did not change at all because of Yin Hui's acceleration of movement. It continued to roll in, with signs of swallowing them.

"No." He screamed inwardly, quickly stepped up his pace to the Eight Immortals table, shot with a sword, and shot several talismans completely.

The money sword that quickly rose up and shot the talisman, swung in mid-air, leaving a series of yellow shadows.

The high temperature generated by friction with the air actually burned these spells completely, and the burning flames actually formed a skull. With his forceful throwing of the sword, the skeleton flame actually flew out completely and finally shot into the black fog.

The black fog actually let out a miserable roar, and then the black fog was deformed.

Yin Hui became even more nervous. Looking at the flame skeleton completely swallowed by the black fog, he felt uneasy.

The black fog temporarily stopped moving forward, and Conan Doyle and others breathed a long sigh of relief. They had never seen such a dark fog, as if it were sewage.

After wandering around in the spot for a while, the black fog began to change. The black fog was deforming and divided into small human heads, sticking together, but trying to pull around like separate.

"Gaga, ghaga." The black fog made a series of noisy rattles, and at least a hundred laughs would have to come from the black fog at the same time.

The special forces surrounding the outside were stunned for a moment. Even as special forces soldiers, they often performed secret missions, they had never seen this scene. They all stared at the strange black fog.

The darkness released by the black gun in my hand seemed to be absorbed by the black fog, which made the black fog so thick and so miserable.

"No, what is that?" After a brief silence, the black fog actually began to change again, and the outlines of the separation became clearer and clearer. It was not until in the end that it was divided into hundreds of black fogs with different sizes of heads but relatively independent, that she could see clearly what it was.

The black things were actually heads with disheveled hair, and their facial features were covered by black and sticky hair, sticking to their faces. Through the hair, they could vaguely see the facial features inside, covered with white and dense maggots. The flesh had long been rotten and there was no normal skin. The two black eyeballs stared at them straight through their thick hair, and their open and deformed mouths seemed to be shouting, black, as if they were going to eat them.

Hundreds of ghost heads occupied all the places in the black fog, and opened their mouths and made a sharp laugh. It looked very strange in the dark night, floating in the air with disheveled hair, and staring at everyone with dark eyes.

"Shoot, shoot me." Even though Jing Thorn is a Yin-Yang man, he has never been directly exposed to such supernatural events, and his palms are sweating.
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