Ye Yang said in a deep voice: "Qin Yong's words just now are actually hinting to us that their next step will be to set up a trap outside the house."

Lin Zhao whispered: "He said: He watched his companions die one by one, but was unable to do anything. He just told us that we can see Li Po through the computer."

"Can we not help Li Po when he is in danger?"

"To take action means to go out!"

Lin Zhao took a deep breath and said: "Li Po, what he pursues is the way of the rivers and lakes. The rivers and lakes are deceitful and the waves are turbulent. Those who can survive in the rivers and lakes cannot be perfect people who adhere to Confucianism."

"Especially Li Po, his behavior is more like that of a gangster. He might fall into the other party's trap soon."

Ye Yang said in a deep voice: "It's not maybe, but it's certain!"

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

Ye Yang and Lin Zhao simultaneously turned to look at the pot of loose-tailed bamboo standing in the corner.

I don’t know when the dense bamboo leaves were shrouded in shadow.

No, it must be that the shadow cast by the pot of loose-tailed bamboo on the wall has changed. At first glance, it looks like someone is squatting behind the bamboo and quietly opening the leaves and peeking at Ye Yang in front of the computer.

Ye Yang slashed the bamboo with his backhand at an angle, and the sharp sword energy immediately cut half of the bamboo flat.

Ye Yang's sword not only cut off the pot of Sanwei bamboo, but also cut off half of the black shadow.

The sword marks on the wall gradually seeped out blood.

Ye Yang squinted at the bright red on the wall: "What can we do if the other party sets up a trap? Since the establishment of the Two Realms Hall, the gods have not yet been killed."

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

Ye Yang's voice, which did not smell like fireworks, caused the temperature of the whole room to drop sharply, and even Lin Zhao shuddered.

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

Ye Yang will definitely choose to kill No. 44 when I can't cope with the situation outside, causing the ghosts and gods to turn against him and help me share the pressure.

At that time, it will really be time for us brothers to join forces to kill the gods.

At that time, I didn't know that Ye Yang had already suppressed No. 44 with one man and one sword, and I kept lying on the bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

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

Everyone knows that children have pure eyes.

A child of several years old, who has not been blinded by the world of mortals and has not lost her spirituality, can often see things that adults cannot.

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

I have used the secret technique of ghost eyes several times in the community, but I can't see any ghosts wandering around.

This means that I cannot decipher the secret of the figure by the window.

The news sent to me by Chen Shuyu said: Only the children in the classroom can see the figures outside the window.

If I let my children draw what they see, I would be at least 50% sure that I can tell where the ghosts come from from their drawings.

However, in doing so, I angered the ghost by the window.

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

Risking the lives of so many children?

Bet, I'm afraid I won't be able to pass my own test.

Don’t bet, I can still rescue Lao Liu!

Sacrifice yourself for justice?

I can't sacrifice someone else's body to take my righteousness, right?

I thought about it over and over 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 upstairs.

As a result, what was placed on the balcony was a pot of cut-off bamboo.

Ye Yang is telling me that he has calmed down the situation.

As soon as I sat down and took a bite of the breakfast served by Butcher Wang, the phone rang.

The property manager said on the phone: "Xiao Li, there is a job of carrying a dead person now. Do you want to go? I will pay one thousand."

I said, "Should a man do the lifting of the dead? Can I do it by myself?"

Here in the Northeast, there are people at funeral parlors who are responsible for driving hearses, but no one is responsible for carrying the dead.

Whether it's taking the deceased out of his home and taking him to the car, or taking his body out of the farewell hall and putting it into the incinerator, this is what the family members do.

Only the person who really can't find his family will hire someone to carry the body out, and the cost is not low.

After all, carrying a corpse would not only put a strain on one's luck, but also require the deceased to be considered a close relative, or a filial son and grandson.

The property manager said: "We really can't find anyone here! Old Wu is not willing to do it yet."

"He said that if you can't find someone else, he will help you. If you can find someone, or are willing to carry the person yourself, he won't! All the money from both of them belongs to you."

Give me a hand!

I couldn't help but sneer in my heart: When doing this kind of work, the meaning of helping is that he doesn't lift the dead man's head, only his feet.

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

I said: "The family will give me four thousand, and I will do it. I can do the work of four people by myself, so four cents is not too much, right?"

The property manager said: "I have to discuss this with someone."
Chapter completed!