Chapter 182: I met a ghost

"Hi-Wang, do you feel a little cold in his house?"

The yellow dog couldn't help but speak.

Both of them arrived at the table at this time.

Zhang Jian’s name is called Gui Fanchou, which is considered a Feng Shui technique. He really doesn’t know that the “little white mouse” came in to visit just now.

The two of Huang Gou looked at the "farm" in front of them and they didn't know what they were muttering.

"It's so cold. I feel so sleepy. Heiwen. Why don't you go and assassinate that kid first, I'll go to bed first?"

The yellow dog murmured.

"What are you thinking? Going, ha...and together too."

He yawned several times in a row.

At this time, Zhang Jian was so happy to listen to music and punch. It was not that he had no sense of security, but that he was not afraid that Xia Guo could not come in at all. If he came to assassinate, Zhang Jian was not afraid of practicing.

At worst, we have Wuji legs to escape...

Both of them were fighting, and in just five minutes, their eyes began to be confused and they slowly lay on the table.

There were chopsticks in the bowl in front of their faces, and they could vaguely hear the sound of the door in the inner room opening.

The drowsy eyes opened in a daze.

"Hey, why is it foggy in this room?"

The two of them were stunned when they saw the scene in front of them.

I saw a dim surrounding it, and a white mist actually rose faintly. The next moment, a series of soft murmurs came from my ears.

"I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry, huh... Is this for me? It's so good..."

The sound is not loud, but it keeps wandering in my ears.

"Click, click."

Immediately afterwards, a heavy sound of footsteps came. The sound of footsteps was far away, but it was getting closer and closer.

I saw a pool of red blood footprints on the ground like substance, and a foul odor also came. It was summer, but both of them felt cold and trembled all over.

According to folk legend, chopsticks are inserted vertically into the bowl of rice, which is not only an insult to the eater, but also a way to attract starving ghosts. This is also a kind of worship.

When the starving ghost saw the chopsticks inserted on the bowl, he thought it was the one who worshiped him, he would naturally come over.

There were sounds of crackling sounds, and the blood was dripping from the starving ghost's body.

In a daze, the two of them seemed to see one of them sitting opposite them and soon started to eat.

"Huh, it's so good, it's so delicious, but it's not enough, it's still so hungry."

The sound came to their ears, accompanied by footsteps and a foul smell. A trace of cold sweat appeared on the backs of the yellow dogs.

"Hey, there are still two people here? Let's eat it..."

I heard the sound from my ears, and the black hair was even sweating on my forehead.

They knew that Zhang Jian was so dangerous, if they knew who would dare to come?

"What to do, what to do!" Huang Gou was a little anxious and he looked around.

Seeing that the shadow had come, the two of them shrank, and the yellow dog kept waving his hands for fear of being eaten.

He saw the bronze sword in his hand constantly swinged out. After touching the shadow, the smell and sound disappeared without a trace after a tragic scream.

The two of them woke up like a dream, and their bodies had strength and their eyes gradually became clear.

"Is it a dream?"

The two looked at each other.

No, if the dream is so real, even blood can be seen? And the smell does not seem to be fake.

The two looked to the ground and saw a few bright red blood footprints coming into their eyes in front of the table.

The two of them took a breath and looked at the bowl. The rice in the bowl was reduced by half...

"I met a ghost!"

"This kid actually raises ghosts!"

The two looked at each other, not daring to be too late, and even dared to run away if they dared to look at Zhang Jian's door.

"Hmm? Is there any movement?"

Because the few people ran away, Zhang Jian took off his headphones and frowned.

He picked up a towel, wiped the sweat and walked out.

"Did you come so soon?"

He murmured in his heart, and Zhang Jian looked outside the house.

The living room is safe and sound, but the kitchen is in a mess.

"I'm really into the thief? But why is the only kitchen passive? By the way, I seem to have a unique kitchen layout. Isn't this really the case?"

Thinking in his heart, holding a curious heart, Zhang Jian walked into the kitchen.

I saw a kitchen knife and other things falling all over the floor in the kitchen.

And only half of the wheat in the bowl placed on his table was left.

There are two chopsticks inserted on the wheat, which is actually a relatively simple way to attract evil.

According to folk legend, starving ghosts will find food to offer to satisfy their hunger, and in the world, the food saved in the world is to offer them to them.

I believe some people have heard from my mother.

Zhang Jian deliberately did this because only in this way can a small Feng Shui array be formed.

Take yin to replenish yang, and evil enters yin and yang.

The bronze sword in front of Zhang Jian’s sect is for the formation of evil, and there is one inside, which is to attract evil.

As long as the bad person touches the bronze sword, he will be attracted to the kitchen, thus forming a dilemma.

Unless you are a master, it is really not easy to break Zhang Jian's small dilemma for a while.

"It seems that I was scared away. This is just a warning from the king to you!"

Zhang Jian picked up the bronze sword on the ground, and he hung the sword in front of the door again.

After cleaning up the surroundings, the wheat in the bowl was full of it. It was so messy that if Song Nizi saw it, she wouldn't be angry to death...

It took almost ten minutes before Zhang Jian removed the debris around him.

"Who is so immoral, tomato sauce is applied to the ground."

Looking at the footprints on the ground, Zhang Jian shook his head and picked up the mop and mopped it clean.

After sorting out everything, Zhang Jian looked at the door and smiled, and the door closed.

"Continue to practice martial arts and strive to make a breakthrough in two weeks!"

Zhang Jian murmured, and he returned to the room again.

On the street at this time.

"Huhh!"

"Ghost, I've hit it!"

The two of the yellow dogs exhaled deeply, their faces a little pale.

"Do you see clearly what that thing looks like?"

"No, but I smelled the smell, it smelled so bad, it was clearly a rotten smell, and I seemed to feel something was pressing against me!"

"Is this kid's family hiding a corpse?"

"This is impossible. Do you forget that our organization is also mysterious? Sometimes we all dream together!"

"Thinking of this way, it seems to be true..."

The two looked at each other. Although they didn't know each other's favor, they had some fear in their eyes.

"We'd better go back soon and try to get in touch with the organization!"

Huang Gou hurriedly said, after this time, he vowed not to come to Zhang Jian's house again, which was terrible.

"Well, maybe there is a way above!"

The two quickly reached an agreement.

early morning.

Zhang Jian made a joke. Today is the Internet celebrity gathering day. He looked at the clothes in the wardrobe and chose one casually.

When shopping with Song Ruobai, Song Ruobai thoughtfully bought some more clothes for Zhang Jian, which represented a good wife at home.
To be continued...