Strange talk live room

Full of wine and food.

Wang Laizi held his belly and left with satisfaction.

It was still early, so I didn’t go home right away. Instead, I took a taxi and rushed to Yunhui Yayuan.

With the magic talisman by my side, I decided to go to Sister Hong’s house to try again tonight.

However, when I arrived at the gate of the community, I was stopped by the security guard and refused to enter.

The person standing guard tonight happened to be the security guard who chased me away in the morning, and he recognized me at a glance. Seeing me entering the community again and again, they probably regarded me as a criminal and made other security guards remember my appearance.

It is impossible to enter Yunhui Yayuan in a short time. I can only give up temporarily and wait until later to find opportunities.

The only good thing is that I can finally sleep peacefully tonight.

After two consecutive nights of tossing and not getting much rest during the day, plus drinking some wine, I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I didn't have a single dream, but I was suddenly woken up by a loud banging sound in the middle of the night.

But the sound only rang for a moment, as if someone had set off a firecracker at my door, and then it became quiet again.

I listened for a while, but there was no movement, so I continued to sleep in a daze.

Wake up in the morning feeling refreshed.

I followed the example of a Taoist, sitting cross-legged on the bed, closing my eyes, and practicing the art of observing Qi with the Heavenly Eye. I didn't go out to look for food until my stomach growled.

I opened the rolling shutter door and stepped out. I felt like I was stepping on something wet. When I looked down, I was shocked.

My foot just stepped on a pool of dark red blood!

Although the blood has coagulated, it has not completely dried up. Obviously it has not been here for too long, and it still exudes a faint fishy smell.

I moved my feet away in disgust, and found that the blood was dripping and extending in one direction. When I looked along, my heart suddenly jumped.

That's the direction of the Eight Immortals Steamed Bun Shop!

Besides that weird and scary old man, who else is there in the bun shop?

What happened last night?

I thought of the loud bang like a cannon.

I was stunned for a moment, then my heart moved, and I opened the golden brocade bag, and sure enough I found that the evil-avoiding talisman inside had been reduced to ashes.

so close!

If I hadn't gotten the talisman yesterday, I would have been the one bleeding!

There was a chill in my heart.

It was already past eight o'clock in the morning, and people were coming and going in the villages in the city, starting another noisy and hard day.

The crowd gave me some sense of security. I lit a cigarette, calmed down my mood, and then slowly walked towards the Eight Immortals Bun Shop along the blood trail.

The dripping blood gradually became less and less, and only two or three scattered drops remained, and finally disappeared at the gate of the Eight Immortals Steamed Bun Shop.

The dilapidated door was tightly closed, and the whole house was lifeless.

Standing on the road, I had a strange feeling. There seemed to be a pair of cloudy eyes inside the bun shop, looking at me through the door panel.

Feeling cold all over, I left quickly.

I still haven’t figured out what happened to Sister Hong, and the old man started to take revenge on me again, one wave after another.

The trouble caused by the strange talk live broadcast room is not small!

I don’t know how injured the old man is, but he is definitely not dead. I don’t know when he will attack me again.

They all live in one place and are hard to guard against.

After thinking about it for a long time, I felt that I couldn't sit still and wait for death. I had to find a way to solve this problem first. At the very least, I want to make the old man no longer a threat to me.

The old man doesn't open the door during the day, and the people in the city's villages are very discerning. If I rush in, it will definitely cause some unnecessary misunderstandings.

I can only do it at night. It's too dangerous to go alone. I need to find someone to help.

After breakfast, I started looking for Wang Laizi again on the street. I looked for his usual places several times, but I didn't see him.

Well, it happened to be gone again.

When I make money in the future, I must give him a mobile phone first!

In the afternoon, I received a call from Han Wenshan. Sure enough, he found a paper man with his birth date written on it in his pillow, and he had burned it as I asked.

He should be happy for the rest of his life, but I couldn't hear any happiness in his tone. Instead, he was full of exhaustion.

But I didn't want to meddle in other people's business, so I said a few words of congratulations and hung up the phone.

Not long after, my phone received a text message from the bank.

One hundred thousand arrived!

This number is a bit shabby for the richest man in the Han family. No matter who Han Wenshan is from the Han family, buying a life for one hundred thousand yuan is worth thousands of dollars.

But I have nothing to worry about. For me, one hundred thousand is already a huge sum of money.

At least this year I don't have to worry about food and clothing, and I can concentrate on the things in the weird talk studio.

Late at night, the village in the city fell into a deep sleep.

The old two-story building at the edge of the street, huddled under the dark sky, looked increasingly ghostly.

As soon as the wind blew, the signboard of Eight Immortals Steamed Bun Shop, which could vaguely be seen in large characters, began to sway precariously.

The blackened door was tightly closed, not a trace of light came out from the gaps between the doors and windows, and the whole house made no sound, as if it was dead.

Taking advantage of the darkness, I quietly slipped out from the dark corner on the opposite side, bypassed the main entrance of Baxian Baozi Shop, and came to the alley behind the kitchen.

Grabbing a stone from the ground, he threw it at the greasy window.

Snap!

After waiting for a while, there was no movement in the bun shop.

Then I walked over quietly and pushed the window tentatively.