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Chapter 12 Reverse Stealing(1/2)

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Another problem is that after the robber escaped, Cao Meng and others quickly discovered it.

That is, the body of the deceased dwarf merchant disappeared.

The two policemen who were guarding next to the dwarf businessman at that time never left, but how did the other party do it?

No one knows?

The only person who could know that stole the body of a dwarf businessman was not the robber, because he was fighting with the other policemen in full view of the crowd and could not get rid of them at all.

Helper?

If there were really helpers, this case would be more complicated than I had imagined.

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At the bus stop on Guaizili Street.

When I got off the bus in the morning, Xu Lai brought the dry umbrella.

When I got on the bus in the afternoon, Xu Lai brought the dry umbrella and had another bag.

And there was another strange passenger.

The bag was filled with bulging stuff, and it seemed that there were a lot of things, and it also emitted a slight fishy smell.

"Is it a fish?"

The driver Lao Wang asked, "It's quite appropriate to make fish soup this day."

As he said that, he started to start the car.

As bus No. 39 drove out of the city, it arrived at the Black Forest Station sign.

When Xu Lai is about to get off the car.

"That dry umbrella should be worth a lot of money, right?"

The driver Lao Wang said again: "It's a pity that it was before morning. You went out for a while and had a few more red roads, which made you lose the price."

Xu Lai got off the bus and watched the driver Lao Wang and bus No. 39 leave his sight.

He looked down at the dry umbrella in his hand.

The umbrella handle started from the bottom and there were five red circle marks, red like blood.

The man who got off the bus with Xu Lai was a big black man.

It is also the murderer of Guaizi Lijie during the day.

Now Wu Song has occupied his body, and his consciousness is controlled by Wu Song.

Wu Song also looked at the No. 39 bus and answered very seriously: "This coachman is not simple!"

"The more wise you look at ordinary people, the more you should be careful."

Xu Laiyan said, then handed the black bag to Wu Song, who carried it by Wu Song, and the two walked towards the Black Forest.

Although there is still a trace of dusk in the sky, it cannot shine into the depths of the black forest.

I picked up some dead branches and leaves and piled up a ball of fire.

There was light again around the altar.

Opened the dry umbrella.

Xu Hui, who had been locked up for a day, finally came out to move for a while.

Wu Song looked at Xu Hui and immediately arranged: "Don't be lazy, go and build a house with the dead branches and leaves that my Qiansheng brother picked up."

"What?"

Xu Hui pointed to the pile of dead branches and leaves: "Why are you kidding?"

"Brother Qiansui, this girl doesn't know anything, what are you doing when you stay by your side?"

Wu Song subconsciously revealed the soul-locking chain of the messenger in the underworld.

Xu Hui subconsciously took two steps back, and Xu Lai glanced at her:

"If you can't do it, just fight. If you hit too much, you will naturally learn it."

If Wu Song doesn't need to do it, Xu Hui will naturally know how powerful the soul-locking chain is.

Whether it is possible or not, just grit your teeth first.

As for Xu Lai and Wu Song, they surrounded the bag.

When the bag was opened, the corpse of the dwarf merchant inside fell out.

After the corpse of the dwarf merchant fell out, Wu Song's body suddenly throbbed.

"Do you want to let him out?"

"After all, you have taken possession of someone's body, so it's not appropriate to keep it closed."

Wu Song understood and shook his hand.

The ghost of the black man was squeezed out of his body.

He looked at his body in disbelief, and at this moment, without his own control, he moved freely, like another person.

There is also the sick young man next to him.

At first, it felt not very strong in the body.

Now that he has entered the spiritual state, he can clearly feel the pressure released by this sick young man inadvertently.

Very strong.

Very scary.

"Who are you?"

The black man asked.

Wu Song said, "I am Wu Song, this is my Qiansui Master."

The black man was puzzled.

Wu Songyan said, "It's like the lord in charge of hell, and he is a very big lord!"

Wu Song's explanation was roughly understood by the black man.

He asked curiously:

"Are you the King of Hell?"

Wu Song was stunned: "You have King of Yama here too?"

He turned around and looked at Xu Lai: Is the jurisdiction of King Yama so large?

He was a little scared.

After all, I was a fugitive taken out of the underworld. This is still the territory of King Yama, so wouldn’t I be caught back at any time?

But then I thought about it and found that I was surrounded by Master Qiansui.

What is he afraid of a guy who makes even the Ten Palaces of Hell?

"Yan Luo?"

Xu Lai smiled: "I am a demon who makes Yan Luo sleep well."

His smile was light and light, and he threw the corpse of the dwarf businessman in front of the black man's eyes:

"I brought his body back just to hear the story between you."

The black man looked at the zombie businessman's corpse, and the urge to want a bian corpse popped up in his mind.

But what's the use of doing that?

"Instead of wasting your energy, I would think about what I would satisfy me next. If I listen too bored, I would leave early."

Xu Lai tactfully explained his shortcomings of poor patience.

The black man seemed to understand.

Especially when he saw Wu Song standing beside him, he was like a little follower.

He knew how he got the dozens of policemen from the other side after Wu Song occupied his body.

Escaped easily from the siege of dozens of police officers, his strength is already great.

Not to mention his master.

"My name is Tie Hammer, Iron Mass, Iron Mass, Iron Mass, Iron Mass all day long, so they all call me Tie Hammer."

"I work for aliens. They have a group that loves our Blue Star ancient martial arts, so I specially create some antique weapons for them."

"I have a daughter, a family of three, and I'm living a good life."
To be continued...
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