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It was past ten o'clock in the evening, and the two gangsters who fell to the ground woke up from their coma, shook their drowsy heads, and looked at each other unconsciously, obviously not knowing what had happened just now.

Just as the two of them were holding their hands on the ground and recalling hard, they heard a man crying and crying from not far away: "Woo... no... don't blow me up... Woo... I don't dare anymore... I will never dare again..."

Following the sound, I saw that the old-fashioned little bastard was curled up in the corner of the wall, trembling all over his body, and his mouth was even more vaguely crying, as if he had encountered something that made him extremely frightened. The ground on his lower body was already wet, and there seemed to be a smell of urine...

Faced with such a strange situation, the two unconscious and awake gangsters were completely stunned. They softened their hands and fell to the ground again. They finally struggled to get up, but they saw the crying little gangster jumping up from the ground with fear on their faces, pointing out their right hand to point at the two of them, and cried louder: "No... don't come over... don't blow me... don't blow me, um..."

"Lai Zi, what's wrong with you?" I was confused by this little bastard. After the two of them looked at each other, they became a forbidden force and carefully approached the little bastard. While slowly moving their steps, they asked, "What happened just now?"

"No...you don't come over, don't come over!" The little bastard was already confused now, so how could he hear their inquiries? It was even more impossible for them to know that in the eyes of this little bastard, they were just the ghost who threw him into the oil pan and fried it?!

"Hell...I don't want to go to hell...I don't want to be fried! I don't want it, I don't want it! Wow..." He cried bitterly and cried loudly. However, the more he was so mentally unconscious, the more nervous the two little bastards became. The two people slowly blocked the retreat of this little bastard...

"I don't..." "Bang!" "Wake up!"

Suddenly, he rushed to the front of the little gangster, slapped him hard, and beat him up in a dilemma, not giving him a chance to lose control again. The little gangster who slapped him had already pressed him to the ground, turned his head and said to the other gangster: "Go and call a car and take him to the hotel to meet the person named Lu!"

"Go to see someone named Lu?" As soon as he heard the little gangster's words, the other little gangster was stunned for a moment, then nodded and agreed, turned around and ran out of the alley.

Three minutes later, a tricycle stopped at the entrance of the alley. Two little bastards lifted the little bastard who was still struggling into the car. I don’t know whether it was to vent my anger or why. After getting on the car, the two of them stepped on the mentally ill little bastard with their feet, trampling him tightly there, unable to move.

He arrived at Baihe Hotel on Xibin Road in a tricycle. Several elite thugs guarding the entrance of the hotel walked up to see this. After a brief explanation, several people worked together to lift the little gangster up. Regardless of his struggle, he walked towards the room where Lu Dexiang and the other big brothers were on the upper floor.

Faced with such a situation, the staff of the hotel did not dare to say a word, and they hid far away, for fear of causing unnecessary trouble, because today, the number of small gangsters in and out of the hotel is not like normal people dressed up in and out of the hotel has more than a few dozen!

Even a fool can probably understand what the people living in the room upstairs are...

At this time, Lu Dexiang was holding a teacup in his room, walking there extremely anxiously, with his eyebrows full of worry. The reason was actually relatively simple. He called this afternoon to invite those "sirs" over, but those "sirs" said that it was difficult for them to show up before the other party showed up.

What does it mean to be difficult to show up? To put it nicely, it means to be afraid of being alerted. To put it bluntly, it is his/her mother/ is timid and afraid of things! Lu Dexiang has never been a fool. Judging from the reactions of these "sirs", he vaguely noticed a breath that made him more anxious. This breath is called a conspiracy!

Lu Dexiang felt that he was afraid that he would let these "sirs" be used as guns! They hurried behind and did not show up, but asked him to bring the elite Lu family members to Baojing Town...

Just when Lu Dexiang frowned and was extremely anxious, he had knocked on the door for countless times during the day, but he woke him up from his trance again. He raised his eyebrows and was very impatient: "Get in!"

The door was pushed open silently, and the bustling sounds immediately rang in the room. The loudest howling was the little bastard who was lifted up by everyone... The extremely frightened expression, the almost crazy words and the chilling crying voice clearly entered Lu Dexiang's senses: "Woo... I... I don't want... Don't blow me... Woo... I don't want to go to hell... Wow..."

"What's going on?" Seeing this mentally ill little bastard, Lu Dexiang's heart suddenly became thrust.

"What do you think?!" One of the elite thugs guarding the door saw Lu Dexiang asking for a while, no one agreed, so he had to reach out and push the little gangster, one of the two.

After being pushed for a while, the little bastard woke up and quickly said to Lu Dexiang: "Brother Xiang, this is the thing..."

After explaining the experiences of these people in the alley in detail, the little gangster said quietly: "At that time, Mao Zai and I were both fainted. When we woke up, he...he looked like this..."

"Useless stuff!" Lu Dexiang scolded and then asked: "Are anyone nearby or is there any abnormal situation?"

"I didn't see it, but..." The little bastard recalled a lot of things as he walked over. When he heard Lu Dexiang ask, he hesitated for a moment and opened his mouth and said, "Before we were unconscious... a gust of wind blew in the alley."

"A gust of wind blows?!" Lu Dexiang's brows became more and more tight, and he seemed to see a pair of hands slowly reaching towards him... The thick uneasiness occupied his heart in an instant.

"Yes, Brother Xiang, a gust of wind!" The little bastard nodded quickly and added: "The wind is very small, but it is very cold, and... and I seem to hear it..."

"What did you hear?" Lu Dexiang's voice could not help but tremble. This strange situation was far beyond what he could bear.

"I heard...a woman's..." The little bastard's lips turned pale and he replied tremblingly: "a woman's crying..."

"Bang..." The teacup in Lu Dexiang's hand slid down, falling on the floor and falling into pieces!

A very small but cold wind was heard at the same time, I heard the cry of a woman...

All the evidence points in one direction, but among these three people, there is also a mental disorder, yelling not to go to hell. What is hell? That is the underworld! There are ghosts in the underworld...

Lu Dexiang's spirit also began to become a little dazed. He seemed to see a female ghost wearing white veil, disheveled hair, pale face, and bleeding from seven orifices. She was rushing towards him with a hideous smile. The laughter was very cold, very cold...

[bookid=1736480,bookname="Future Mobile"][bookid=1549228,bookname="Rebirth of the World"]
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