so dead

Are they a little too much? "

His new clothes!

The cover of the anti-wolf spray was opened, and when He Yi pointed the pump head at Fan Yu and the others, all the talisman papers in the master's hand flew out instantly, and they were arranged in a circle in the air, just surrounding He Yi When He Yi got up, just when He Yi was a little dizzy from the spinning talisman paper, the master bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed blood on the mahogany sword, directly slashing at Ke Ke!

"The evildoer will die!"

He Yi: "..."

Although the master's skills are not very high, but he seems to have two brushes. It can be seen from the fact that he can lead himself here. From the professional point of view, he is still a few blocks away from those charlatans outside.

pity……

He Yi is not an ordinary corpse. As a corpse with a brain and can think, the first thing he does when facing Taomu Jian is...

dodge!

Only fools confront him head-on.

Chapter 39

First of all, people who look like Taoists are not fast with their swords;

Secondly, his swordsmanship is not superb;

Third, although He Yi doesn't know kung fu, his physical strength and speed are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

In summary, it is not so difficult to understand that He Yi easily defeated the Taoist priest.

……

Fan Yu: "..."

Fan Yu stared blankly at the wailing Taoist priest for a few seconds, then announced coldly: "The double compensation is gone."

It's really neat to do this, except for the initial talisman array that can fool people, the little broken sword almost didn't let people stick it out.

Although many works have repeatedly exaggerated how powerful the mahogany sword is, but when it really matches this thing, He Yi realizes that it is actually not very powerful. Like the one he encountered, it is obviously not good enough.

I hope that one day he will not run into a really powerful one, otherwise there is still a danger of overturning.

For example, today, although he managed to beat Grandmaster to the ground, the back of his left hand was still injured.

After wiping off the blood on the back of his hand, He Yi said, "Have you had enough trouble?"

They came to the funeral parlor in the middle of the night to act wildly, they are really not afraid of collective fraud!

Fan Yu: "Has there been enough trouble?" He exhaled a puff of smoke as he spoke, "To be honest, not yet."

A Glock21 appeared in his hand, and Fan Yu slowly raised it: "Little zombie, the game should be over."

Sure enough, compared to half-baked masters, this thing made him feel more secure.

He Yi: "..."

He Yi slowly raised his hands and pretended to be stupid: "I don't understand, why you decided that I was a zombie, and you specially asked someone to lure me to the rooftop."

Judging from the appearance alone, he considers himself no different from a human being.

Fan Yu: "Although you are very careful, but..."

"As long as it exists, there must be traces, right?" Fan Yu smiled, "Honestly speaking, you are the most special zongzi I have ever seen."

Compared with the people of the same clan with black skin and rotting body, this little rice dumpling is really evil.

"Are you a zombie just by one sentence?" He Yi asked.

"Of course it's not just this sentence." Fan Yu said, "When you came to Xiahe Village, you were wearing things that were picked off from Zhang Meng and the others, right?"

He Yi: "That doesn't prove anything."

"I have investigated you." Fan Yu's smile gradually turned nasty, "Before I found you, of course I went through some investigations, and of course Zhang Zhaodi. Everything since you came here, even though I am not I know it [-]%, but it can still be investigated, are you right, Zhang Wei?"

Fan Yu: "This pseudonym doesn't sound good, and it's too common."

He Yi: "At least it's hard to find."

In view of the fact that this name is too common, it is not easy to find his information among the tens of thousands of people named Zhang Wei across the country.

The stranger's gun had obviously been on the safety lock, so He Yi had no doubt that he would shoot in the next second. Although he was surprised at the opponent's arrogance, He Yi couldn't do anything at this juncture. When people do it, they also use spells.

In order to save his life, he couldn't care less about other things.

Fan Yu: "Now, do you want to take the initiative to come with me, or should I take your zongzi corpse with you?"

If he could bring him back, he would be considered guilty of meritorious deeds, let alone the right to inherit.

He Yi: "Kidnapping? It's been a long time since I saw such an arrogant black party like you."

Fan Yu: "Do you not eat the fine wine for the toast?"

The moment Fan Yu was about to pull the trigger, He Yi rolled around on the ground in a flash. The dull gunshot echoed on the rooftop. He Yi looked at the fresh bullet marks on the place where he was standing. His complexion was particularly solemn.

He is serious.

Fan Yu: "Your skill does not match your appearance."

Although he didn't aim at the vital point, Fan Yu was confident that with his shooting skills, if this little zongzi didn't hide in time, he would have been destroyed long ago.

He Yi smiled wryly, then took out the charms from his pocket, he didn't want to go with the bad guys, so he could only use these.

Fan Yu: "You still say it's not a zongzi?"

Seeing that He Yi was about to show his true skills, Fan Yu also became serious, and his subordinates who had been electrocuted and fell to the ground gradually slowed down during the confrontation. They formed a circle around He Yi again.

A few more guns were shown, and He Yi's situation suddenly became even more unfavorable.

A drop of cold sweat slowly flowed down from his forehead, He Yi couldn't help wiping it away, and then his smile became more bitter, unexpectedly he was still sweating?

Fortunately, he didn't have to worry about this problem for a long time, Fan Yu and his subordinates left him no time to think.

The second bullet fired from Fan Yu's gun seemed to kick off the chaos, and several bullets rushed towards him one after another.

As if in slow motion in a movie, the high-speed spinning bullets were clearly visible in his eyes, extremely slow.

It was only then that He Yi discovered that his physical flexibility was worthy of his reaction speed.

Still slightly reserved for the second wave of shooting, He Yi easily dodged by relying on his flexible movements and the flying swallow talisman.

This is a spell that can only be used on the caster to increase the speed.

But even though they all managed to dodge, it was not easy for He Yi, and scratches were inevitable when he dodged the bullets in embarrassment, so He Yi's originally clean clothes were dirty a lot under the baptism of the cement floor.

There are also some small scratches on the body, but these are nothing.

There is no monitoring on the roof, and he is not the only one who is on duty at the funeral parlor. Although this group of people is useful, at most it can only reduce the noise but not completely soundproof, so what He Yi has to do now is to procrastinate.

The colleague on duty who was dragged to the police called the police after hearing the noise.

In 2018, it was not at all the era when these criminals could use knives and guns at will.

Although he could get rid of them with his own strength, He Yi didn't want to do that, because he was afraid of the power behind him, and because of his own life.

When the desire for satiety is satisfied, he is the most harmless corpse, and besides, he also wants to struggle...

Struggling to see if I can send them to prison in a human way and keep my peaceful life.

He didn't ask for much.

But why do these people always bother him again and again?

Chapter 40

Pei Ziang woke up suddenly.

For some reason, the cry of the man in white in the dream tonight was particularly sad, which directly made Pei Ziang feel a little uncomfortable.

The original calm gradually disintegrated as the man in white cried, and just as Pei Ziang tried in vain to approach him to comfort him, he suddenly woke up.

Pei Ziang looked at the time, it was one o'clock in the morning.

The drowsiness was gone, Pei Ziang rubbed his forehead for a while to relax, and then he simply lifted the quilt to freshen up, anyway, he couldn't fall asleep, so why not make some supper and send it to He Yi, just to spend this long night together.

Of course, if the way to spend the long night together is to applaud for love instead of sitting in the funeral parlor's office and chatting with He Yi, that would be the best.

……

After Pei Ziang prepared himself and packed his meals into boxes, he immediately went downstairs and drove. He wanted to drive to the funeral home quickly, but he didn't expect to get stuck in a traffic jam at the intersection just before the funeral home.

Pei Ziang almost collapsed and couldn't stop honking his horn, playing in a traffic jam at 02:30 in the middle of the night, the traffic in City H is probably not a pill.

Just when he finally drove the car to the funeral home and was about to stop, he saw a few police cars parked in front of the funeral home, and there were constant police shuttles at the door, Pei Ziang suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

Just as he stopped and got out of the car, the warning tape was already pulled up, and the yellow belt made Pei Ziang feel a little more uneasy, so he quickly took out his mobile phone and called He Yi.

As expected, the call didn't go through.

Mao rashly stepped forward to ask, the police would definitely not tell him what happened.Many employees on duty at the funeral home had already sat in the police car and prepared to cooperate with the police to take notes. Pei Ziang looked outside the funeral home for a while, and when He Yi was nowhere to be seen, he simply dialed the number of an acquaintance.

"Hey, what's the matter?" The voice on the other end of the phone was full of dissatisfaction.

"Old Xu, help me find out the news." Pei Ziang said after a moment of consideration, "Help me find out what happened in the funeral home, and where is Zhang Wei, the employee of the funeral home."

"Fuck, wait for the letter."

After explaining, Pei Ziang consciously returned to the parking space and sat in his car before the police chased him away. Although the waiting process was long, fortunately, Lao Xu's movements were fast, so within 5 minutes, Pei Ziang's call came again. sounded.

"It's a big deal." Xu Xiu's voice