I have the fairy medicine book

Chapter 375 The Crazy Towel

Blood?

In a moment, countless incomplete pictures flooded my mind.

The night where you can't see your fingers, the back in a hurry, the heavy panting, the desperate wailing, the blood splattering...

Wang Yuchuan closed his eyes in pain, and the hungry ghost burst into his mind and opened his bloody mouth.

He shivered and opened his eyes suddenly, with a terrified expression on his face.

The news channel scrolled through the breaking news.

Wang Yuchuan touched the remote control, lifted it up and pressed the off button.The news broadcast on the TV stopped abruptly, and the room was filled with dead silence.

When he stood up, Wang Yiying's eyes couldn't help moving up following his movement, a black shadow enveloped her head, her legs went limp, and she slumped on the ground.

In order not to cause unnecessary pressure to her, Wang Yuchuan decided to disappear from her eyes.

He walked out with heavy steps and staggered to the next room.

There is a huge hole in the floor-to-ceiling window, which is now blowing cool breeze into the living room.The curtains fluttered up and down, and the air was extremely cold.

Wang Yuchuan shook his head and walked to the refrigerator.

He suddenly lost all strength, as if he was looking for something to rely on, he raised his hand to support the refrigerator door.

After a long silence, he opened the refrigerator door, raised his hand feebly, and took out a bottle of purified water.

He unscrewed the cap and poured a full bottle of mineral water directly on his head.

He could imagine what kind of virtue he was, and he sat down against the refrigerator.

The bedroom door was ajar, and behind the door, Wang Yiying messed up her hair meaninglessly.

She was annoyed and hated herself for not living up to expectations.Thinking of her performance just now, she really wanted to slap herself.

Hungry ghost... Wang Yuchuan muttered.

Fuck you hungry ghost.

Wang Yuchuan raised his head and gritted his teeth.

The air was filled with the smell of sweat and pungent body odor. A muscular man with a strange haircut was walking back and forth between the booths at the bar with a big mug of beer.

The bar was full of people, chattering in various languages.The scantily clad dancer crouches slowly on a pole, then kneels on the ground and climbs to the edge of the stage.

An Dongying person under the stage suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the dancer by the hair, and dragged her off the stage abruptly.

The dancer cried out in pain, and the Dongying man became even more excited, and began to tear off the few fabrics on her body.

Just when he was enjoying himself, a gunshot suddenly sounded from behind him, and the Dongying man paused, and there was a big hole between his eyebrows.

The dancer took the opportunity to get up and kicked him down.

The people around dispersed one after another. The bar manager held a semi-automatic pistol, walked slowly to the body of the Japanese man, raised his hand and fired a few more shots.

Several strong men walked over, and the bar manager handed the gun to one of them, helped the dancer up, and the two walked towards the office together.

Those strong men winked, and they cooperated, lifted the body of the Dongying man and walked towards the back door.

The atmosphere in the bar was still lively, and when the cleaners came to wipe off the blood on the ground, the stage was filled with people one after another.

The new dancer appeared under the bright lights, stepped on the catwalk, strode to the pole in the center of the stage, twisted her hips, squatted and shook her head, all in one go.

The bar manager shuts the door of his office to shut out all the noise.A young man was sitting on the sofa, holding a black suitcase tightly in his arms.

The bar manager pulled down the blinds casually, reached out and pushed the dancer on the back.

The dancer understood, twisted her waist, sat next to the young man, leaned over, and gently licked his earlobe like a kitten.

The young man gradually relaxed and his breathing became rapid. The dancer took the opportunity to take the suitcase from his arms and straddled his lap.

The bar manager picked up the black suitcase, walked to the desk, raised his hand and put the suitcase on it.

He opened the suitcase, a shirt with blood on the collar, and a white towel stained red with blood.

With a satisfied smile on his face, he opened the drawer, took out a thick envelope, and threw it on the coffee table.

At this time, the two people were already naked and entangled.

The bar manager closed his suitcase, pressed a mechanism on his desk, and a secret door opened in the wall behind him.

He took the suitcase and disappeared behind the secret door.

The moment after the bar manager left, the young man who was in a daze one second, his eyes became extremely cold the next second.

He raised his hand and greedily stroked the dancer's slender neck. Without warning, he suddenly exerted force and broke the dancer's neck in an instant.

He put on his clothes, walked over to press the mechanism on the desk, and the secret door appeared in front of him again.

After Wang Yuchuan uploaded the video on the blacksmith guild's public channel, a group of people approached the waiters at the Marco Polo Hotel, hoping to buy items with Wang Yuchuan's blood at a high price from them.

They also came into the sight of Special Agent Longbao.

A waiter agreed to their request, and after returning, he secretly dug out Wang Yuchuan's used towels and discarded shirts from the laundry room.

At this time, the waiter who came to trade with them was naturally disguised as a special agent of Longbao.

The waiter died in the bathroom stall.

Before the special agent left, he put up a sign saying "the pipe is broken and under repair" at the door of the bathroom.

Dozens of vans stopped at the entrance of the bar one after another. Hou Yi's special operations troops entered the field. With the order of the commander, the team members called out the stealth function of their tactical uniforms one after another.

The storm is about to come, and killing thoughts are everywhere.

The bar manager walked straight into an elevator, looked up at the surveillance camera on the northeast corner, and the surveillance camera moved up and down, scanning his body data in an instant.An instruction to pass popped up on the electronic screen embedded in the car wall, and the elevator door closed and then slowly fell.

second lower floor
The moment the elevator door opened, a bright light squeezed through the crack of the door.The bar manager subconsciously raised his hand to block his eyes.

What unfolded in front of him was an almost pure white space, the entire hall was spotless, and all the scientific instruments were neatly placed.

A tall, handsome young man with gold-rimmed glasses walked up to him quickly. Before the bar manager could speak, he grabbed the suitcase from his hand.

"Is everything I want here?" He asked impatiently.

"Yes, Mr. Zhang."

"Great." Mr. Zhang hurriedly walked to the nearest experiment table with his suitcase in his hand, and opened the suitcase.

Looking at the things in the suitcase, he was very excited. After a while, he took out the towel with a pious face like a pilgrimage, covered his face, and took a deep breath.

(End of this chapter)