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The little paper man was jumping around in front of the car, very lively. Zhang Yiyan said a few words from time to time, turning left, turning right, going straight, etc. He was unusually silent at other times and kept using his mental power to control the paper man. Especially with his current physical condition, it was indeed very draining.

Looking at the driving direction, Yan Junge frowned, this Zhao Qiang couldn't be hiding in City A! ! !

what is this?

Dark under the light? ?

He turned his head and glanced at Zhang Yiyan, with his eyes closed tightly. He only spoke when he was approaching the intersection. Suddenly he thought of the first time the two of them cooperated. It was like this at that time. Zhang Yiyan directed with his eyes closed.

At that time, he thought this man was pretending, but now he felt completely different.

"In a word, I still remember the day I went to find Feng Zhi's body, and it was like this."

"By the way, how did you leave that night? So late."

Zhang Yiyan kept his eyes closed, raised his lips, and said in a tone that showed no emotion or anger, "When we walk to the highway, my uncle will pick me up."

",,,," Yan Junge was wrapped in guilt and heartache for a moment. From the village to the highway, it was more than 20 kilometers away. If he hadn't been so cold-hearted to him at that time, he would definitely come to find him.

"In a word, I was really sorry at that time."

Zhang Yiyan slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at him. Seeing the emotion in his eyes, he sighed leisurely, "Yan Junge, you said a lot of sorry to me, but none of this is important to me."

"Both then and later."

"It doesn't matter."

"Drive with peace of mind."

Yan Junge nodded, but he couldn't help but look at him out of the corner of his eye. I don't even dare to think about the meaning behind his words. It doesn't matter. What happened is not important, or...

After driving for almost an hour, we finally stopped outside a villa area.

The paper man seemed to have exhausted his energy after completing the task. He lay down on the tissue box in front of the car, motionless.

The two got out of the car. Zhang Yiyan glanced around and nodded. Yan Junge immediately went to negotiate with the guard. Within five minutes, the guard opened the door and let them in.

Zhang Yiyan led the way and soon arrived in front of a villa located at the back door of the community. Yan Junge pointed, "Is this it?"

"Yes."

Yan Junge frowned and gritted his teeth and said, "Is this guy so brave? Just hiding here like this?"

Ignoring his mood, Zhang Yiyan prepared to step forward, "Be careful."

"Hey, I've already called for backup, don't be impulsive." Yan Junge took two steps forward, put his hand on his shoulder and led him aside, a little anxious.

Zhang Yiyan turned his head and looked at him. His anger did not get worse. He was slightly relieved and said, "If you stop me again, Zhao Qiang will escape."

"Then you can't take risks." Yan Junge firmly opposed his unauthorized actions, especially when the other party was a dangerous person like Zhao Qiang.

"He is not on guard now. We can take him by surprise." Zhang Yiyan raised his right hand and took off the rope from his left wrist.

Before Yan Junge understood what he meant, he saw the rope ring loosening into a long red rope. One end of the red rope seemed to have a guide, and he quickly got into the villa along the gap.

Zhang Yiyan pinched the other end of the red rope, injected mana again and then quietly released it.

In the villa, Zhao Qiang was getting dressed one by one, while Zhou Ruo was lying on the bed wearing a lace suspender belt, smoking a cigarette, with flaming red lips, quite a bit like a female boss.

"In such a hurry to leave?"

Zhao Qiang put on his clothes and started to pull up his pants, "I've been here for two days, I have to go back and take a look."

"Isn't your brother here?" Zhou Ruo blew out a smoke ring, crushed the cigarette butt, got up and got out of bed, and hugged Zhao Qiang's waist from behind.

Smiling charmingly, "Come back tomorrow and I'll make braised pork ribs for you. Don't you like this?"

Zhao Qiang also laughed, turned around, hugged her into his arms, and kissed her forehead, "Don't make trouble, let's go together after finishing this job."

Zhou Ruo lowered his head and couldn't see his emotions clearly, but his arms loosened, and then he tightened his strength and put on his red lips. "Well, you have to be careful."

The two kissed passionately and did not notice a red rope slipping through the gap in the door. The red rope seemed to have intelligence. The moment it saw Zhao Qiang, it immediately flew out and kept winding around.

"Ah, what's going on?"

Zhou Ruo felt his body getting tighter and tighter, his lips parted, and he screamed, only to find that the two of them were facing each other and tied up.

Zhao Qiang was much calmer than her and struggled hard, but the red rope seemed very thin, but it was very powerful. Not only was it not broken, but it was tightened tighter and tighter.

Zhao Qiang only knew that he had to get rid of the restraints immediately. He ignored Zhou Ruo's shouting and moved with small steps. There were knives and guns in the bedside table. He had to get there quickly.

Hearing the shouts inside, Zhang Yiyan and Yan Junge looked at each other and broke in directly. After a quick glance around the first floor, Zhang Yiyan pointed down the stairs and signaled him to the second floor.

The two quickly ran up to the second floor and went straight to the bedroom. They saw Zhao Qiang and Zhou Ruo lying on the ground. Apparently the red rope had discovered his intention and tied his feet together.

Seeing this, Yan Junge whistled and gave a thumbs up to Zhang Yiyan, who looked a little pale and didn't say anything.

"Zhao Qiang, you are so beautiful, and you will be accompanied by a beautiful woman on the way to escape."

"Beauty, you don't treat us as outsiders. We wear so little in the winter, it's so cold."

Ignoring his nonsense, Zhang Yiyan pointed to the bedside table. Yan Junge nodded before taking back the sly smile on his face, and stepped directly over the two people on the ground. Zhao Qiang struggled violently twice, but to no avail.

"Who are you? You broke into a private house." Zhou Ruo screamed, but neither of them paid attention to her.

"Swish"

The drawer was opened, and there were two pistols and a dagger lying inside. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Illegal gun possession and controlled knives, come with us."

"Who are you?" Zhao Qiang gritted his teeth, his eyes full of unwillingness and resentment.

Zhang Yiyan clenched his right hand slightly, and the red rope seemed to be ordered to tighten even more. Zhou Ruo screamed in pain, and Zhao Qiang gritted his teeth to prevent himself from screaming in pain. He knew that he could not escape today.

After finishing everything, Zhang Yiyan turned around and left the room. He felt that this place was weird just now. He followed the feeling and walked to the first floor. He walked through the corridor and went down more than ten steps. He saw a wine cellar.

I glanced around at the furnishings here, walked to the third row, picked out a bottle of red wine, and pulled it hard.

"Crack."

A secret door opened in response.

There is a basement under the wine cellar. The whole space is glowing with red light and has a strong smell of blood.

As I walked slowly in, I saw all kinds of purple talisman papers and spells drawn on the ground.

As we walked further, the smell of blood became stronger.

With his nose twitching slightly, Zhang Yiyan stared thoughtfully at the circular sign in the middle of the basement. The pattern is weird, what is it?

"Yi Yan, why didn't you say anything to me when you came here?" Yan Junge's voice sounded from far away to near.

"This, what is this?"

Zhang Yiyan stretched out his hand to stop him from walking further in, "Don't come over."

After saying this, it seemed that it took a lot of effort on his part, so he took two hard breaths and calmed down.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Dharma enshrined on the table beside the wall and stretched out his hand to twist it.

"click"

The circular pattern in the middle of the basement split into two halves and moved away, and a person slowly moved up from bottom to top.

A woman, with her hair disheveled and her head hung low, could not see her face clearly. The slight rise and fall of her chest proved that she was still alive. Wearing clothes full of spells, the smell of blood hit her face when she appeared. These spells were drawn with blood.