My 30 years of touching corpses in Yizhuang

"Need. That guy is very ghostly, maybe you need to take action."

"I'm worried that you'll play him to death. You can't find the clues you need."

"Am I that kind of person?"

Lin Xiang stretched the universe in his sleeve and took out the long sword from his sleeve.

The withered flowers and plants in the courtyard instantly glowed.

Shuiniang hadn't touched her hands for a long time, her hands were itching, the fangs at the corner of her mouth were exposed, and the corpses quickly spread across the yard.

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In the early morning of the next day, Lin Xiang heard someone knocking on the door, and got up from the bed with sore body.

After Shui Niang became a flying zombie, since he was not its opponent either.

In the sparring at night, it was not lightly repaired.

She is suspected of revenge.

"coming."

open the door.

Seeing Lin Xiang haggard like this, Mr. Xi couldn't help but think of Shuiniang, and wanted to kill someone out of jealousy.

"Let's go!"

Lin Xiang closed the door and followed Mr. Xi and his servants into the mountain.

"Where's the craftsman?"

"If you think we are late, go up the mountain and wait for us."

"is it?"

"Brother Lin. You seem to be very confused."

Lin Xiang walked into the dense forest behind the two of them:

"I don't have any doubts, I just think this kind of place is the most suitable for killing people and hiding corpses."

"Brother Lin, are you kidding me! I never kill people, I just go to the mountains to hunt wild game occasionally."

Lin Xiang couldn't help laughing, and a few words made him show his fox's tail.

"What kind of wild game have you hunted?"

"Anan. Show him a tiger I killed recently. It is really cunning. It has been hiding in the mountains for five or six years. It has eaten countless people, but I went into the mountain and beat it to skin and cramps."

The servant took out a tiger skin from the bundle and spread it on the ground to show Lin Xiang.

"Like it?"

Lin Xiang reached out and stroked the fur on the tiger skin:

"I like it. Is it just like touching human skin?"

Mr. Xi's smile froze:

"Didn't Brother Lin just say that this kind of place is the best place to kill people and hide corpses? You're right."

Lin Xiang looked up at Mr. Xi, and couldn't help laughing.

At this moment, the servant was standing behind Lin Xiang holding a big stone, ready to hit him on the head.

He has done this kind of business dozens of times and is very skilled.

Chapter 55

"You don't kill people, don't you?"

"I don't kill people, but didn't I tell you that I usually hunt game; I will sew you into this tiger skin, take the clothes down the mountain and tell your wife that you were eaten by a tiger."

Mr. Xi couldn't help being excited when he thought of Shuiniang crying miserably on his shoulder.

Lin Xiang added for him:

"Afterwards, I will find someone to go up the mountain and beat me to death, in the pretense of avenging me, and Shui Niang is grateful to promise her with her body?"

"Correct answer. Unfortunately, there is no reward."

At this time, the servant was about to throw the stone down while Lin Xiang was not paying attention, but he didn't expect that the man's head turned 180 degrees, and Lin Xiang's head turned back to face the servant and asked:

"Can I watch you smash it?"

"Ghost!"

The frightened servant let out a scream, and the stone in his hand loosened, hitting his own head, and blood was all over his face in an instant.

The servant didn't care about his bleeding head, let alone Mr. Xi, and ran desperately down the road down the mountain.

Lin Xiang took off his head, put it back on again, and asked:

"Master Xi, who taught you how to make animals?"

After hearing Lin Xiang's words, Mr. Xi came back to his senses and couldn't help laughing:

"Do you think the dead need to know who it is?"

He took out the dagger from his waist, fixed his eyes on him, roared angrily, and rushed towards Lin Xiang without hesitation.

After taking two steps, Mr. Xi suddenly stopped.

It wasn't that he finally came to his senses, but that Lin Xiang's "Ruyi Subduing the Demon Pestle" was touching his forehead at this moment.

If he dared to take a step forward, he would mercilessly leave a bloody hole in his head.

"You, who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I want to know about Wang Yonglai."

"The bandit?"

"It's a bandit."