Chapter 65 (1/2)

Dark Matter Museum ye bu yu 28490K 2022-07-23

First, there is really no problem here.

Second, there is a problem. But what you see is what you get, which represents your strength. If you can't see it in the open sky, you're not strong enough. You're not strong enough to get rid of filth. Don't you want to die? Run away before you feel numb.

But obviously, this time Ji Xiaotong can feel something strange in the room. But with open sky light, she can't see. Does this mean that the abnormal things in the room have exceeded Ji Xiaotong's strength.

At the thought of this, the bald boss's back is cold. Even the saints of A-level cleaners feel a difficult task. A group of d-level cleaners stay here. Aren't they waiting to die as cannon fodder?

”Elder sister, why don't we withdraw first.” The bald boss swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.

Ji Xiaotong gently shook his head: ”although I don't know what's strange here. But it's not difficult to cope. ”

Then she took out a piece of paper from her handbag and handed it to the bald boss: ”all doors and windows, all entrances and exits, all pasted. I'll see what's coming tonight. ”

Ji Xiaotong sat silently on the sofa, motionless, like a curvaceous sculpture.

The bald boss five people were busy. According to her instructions, they pasted paper symbols on all entrances and exits. These paper talismans are all high-grade goods made by class a talismans. The five people who watch them swallow their saliva. Where is this paper symbol? It's a lot of money at all.

It's enough to buy some f-level paper symbols just by relying on their own amount of tasks. Grade a paper symbol, don't think about it.

Ji Xiaotong, who was sitting in silence, was absorbed. All his energy was used to monitor everything near the room. Her spirit is highly concentrated, but her brain is constantly thinking.

Ice snow smart she, now very confused.

River city is obviously entrenched with an extremely terrible monster. What is this monster? Is there any connection with the separation of Zhou Yun's head?

Time has never been divorced from causality. After tonight and tomorrow morning, we should ask her what happened more than 20 days ago.

As time went by, night soon fell. Darkness engulfed the already gloomy river city in this lonely living room. The repressive atmosphere flows in every inch of space.

Although Zhou Yun seems normal, she doesn't fall into a state of madness. Just now I was still talking. The next moment I would grab my neck and scratch it hard. It was said that her neck was itchy. She tried so hard that her nails were about to fall into the skin and flesh. As long as she looked at her, she would get the blood from her grasp. As if he wanted to pull his head out.

In the evening, the middle-aged woman cooked some home-made dishes and invited Ji Xiaotong and others to eat.

Ji Xiaotong refused without hesitation. He took out a fist sized white steamed bread from his pocket and ate it with the mineral water he brought.

The bald boss was not polite and had a good time.

Just as the clock of the electronic clock on the wall just crossed 10 p.m., suddenly, something outside the house hit the window hard, making a loud dull sound.