Mercedes-Benz c28o.

Yang Mi’s favorite.

"This car is pretty cool."

"Do you like it? I like giving it to you."

Yang Mi shook the car keys in her hand.

"Do you want to fuck me or to wrap me?"

Chen Fan started to be inappropriate again, put his hands in his pocket and smiled, "Don't talk about that, this is not good. Do you know?"

"I really think of myself as a hot commodity!"

Yang Mi laughed and cursed, opened the car door and got into the car.

Yang Mi drove very steadily, at least better than the legendary female driver. In fact, it was said that the distance was not far away, and it took more than half an hour to drive. What surprised Chen Fan was that this place was not outside the suburbs, but near an old garden that was not particularly far from the city center. It has been many years since no one has driven it, but this ruined wall has a unique view.

"Can this place still be built?"

Chen Fan said a little puzzledly.

"There's someone above."

Yang Mi shrugged and parked the car downstairs of an old building about nine stories high. The stairs were already half pushed and the intersection was closed. When Yang Mi came over, a guy with the appearance of a contractor came over and looked at it. After saying hello to Yang Mi, he raised the railing and put Chen Fan over. After Chen Fan and the others entered, a man with bright clothes quickly ran out of it.

Middle-aged man with greasy head and flour.

Because of the good health, I look younger.

When a fat man is young, he always looks a little older, and looks younger. It is obvious that the person in front of him belongs to the latter.

Chen Fan got out of the car, and Yang Mi greeted the man. The two were very familiar and enthusiastic. Chen Fan carefully observed and confirmed that these two people should not be lovers or something. It is estimated that this person is one of the financial owners of Yang Mi's company.

"Hello, Mr. Chen." The other party stepped forward and shook hands with Chen Fan. It should have a southern accent, but he couldn't hear exactly where it was. He made an appointment to touch the southeast coastal area.

"I heard about Chen Xiansen's name earlier. I'll see you today. I'm lucky to have three lives."

The other party held Chen Fan's hand and stopped putting it down. It looked very sincere and warm.

"You are kind to you. Miss Yang's friends are my friends. Everyone is friends, so you can say something."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a guy running out from inside. The guy was sweating profusely, "What happened, something happened!"

"What's wrong?" The fat boss's face changed.

The guy looked at Chen Fan and Yang Mi, and wanted to speak but stopped. Finally, he lay in the man's ear and whispered to him.

The man gasped and looked back at him, "Really?"

"Yeah!" The guy wiped his forehead with sweat.

"Send to the hospital quickly, what are you waiting for!"

"Hey!"

Chen Fan felt it was inexplicable, and Yang Mi felt it was wrong, "What's wrong?"

"What happened."

The fat boss sighed, "I just invited Feng Shui master, please help me. The person who came here told me just now that he was not good at all!"

Chen Fan stood outside and looked up at the old buildings inside that were no longer inhabited by anyone, raising his eyebrows, "What's wrong with this place? Is it haunted?"

"Let's talk while walking." The fat boss signaled Chen Fan to come with him, and the three of them walked inside.

The lighting equipment that was temporarily pulled is still relatively bright, but they are all old lamps with big light bulbs, and the wattage is extremely bright, which is much awesome than I imagined.

The fat boss said to Chen Fan in front, "This building was finally taken down before the New Year. The old city area was renovated, and this area was about to be pushed down. It had already started construction a few months ago. I don't know which plague god I committed. People died one after another, and no one dared to start construction."

Chen Fan looked around with his hands behind his back, and he saw many shadows standing in the shadows in front of and behind the house and staring at him with malicious intentions, so he did not doubt the other party's words.

"Several people died here, it's the nearest."

"There are seventeen or eighteen who have died and injured, and they are all workers on the construction site."

"Have you seen it with Feng Shui master?"

"Well, I spent a lot of money and invited masters."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw several men dressed in migrant workers running out in a hurry on their stretcher.

A man was lying on the stretcher, with a purple body all over his body, his mouth was crooked and his eyes were twitching evilly. His hands were very distinctive, and he was curled up, with six or seven hands. His eyes were so vigorously that he could not see his pupils. He kept foaming out of his mouth, twitching and looking at him again, completely dying.

Chen Fan looked at it and felt it looked familiar, so he quickly called them and ran over.

He looked down with his hands behind his back...

Damn it!

Isn’t this Taoist Huanglong?

Although Huang Long and the others' relationship is not a stubborn buddy, it is quite good. Chen Fan usually goes to other people's places to eat and drink. When he saw Huang Long being made like this, he became furious at that time, "Hey, Lao Huang! Lao Huang!"

He raised his hand and patted Taoist Huanglong's face twice. Huanglong's mouth was clattering and Chen Fan understood at a glance that there was something in his mouth!

"You guys put him down!"

Everyone quickly put down Taoist Huanglong, and Yang Mi and the fat boss also came over.

Chen Fan broke Huang Long's mouth with his hand, but Huang Long suddenly widened his eyes, rolled his eyes, glared at Chen Fan angrily, and the blue veins on his neck and forehead were exposed, as if he was about to knock Chen Fan to death!

"You all have to die!"

A woman's voice.

The voice of the old woman.

"Everyone has to die! Everyone has to die!"

"Click!"

With a light sound, Huanglong stopped screaming and his chin drooped.

Yang Mi retreated a moment and quickly turned her head, but the foreman following him was shocked.

"This is a catcher."

A young man asked the foreman.

The foreman didn't say anything, but nodded silently.

Chen Fan actually dislocated Taoist Huanglong's chin in an instant.

"Does there be flashlight?"

"have."

A young man took out a flashlight from his pocket and Chen Fan shone it into Taoist Huanglong's mouth with the flashlight, and was startled.

Taoist Huanglong's mouth was covered with extremely fishy stinking skewers.

Under the shadow of the broken foam, there were thick black heads inside, and the one was densely packed, squirming like life, but there were too many, which completely blocked Taoist Huanglong's throat.

Chen Fan stretched out two fingers and stretched over. Without saying a word, he pinched a squat of his head and slowly pulled it out. He didn't dare to exert too much because he didn't know how long the head would be. As soon as he tried, the other party twitched obviously. Priest Huanglong's sweat came out layer by layer, and his Taoist robe was already wet.

Chen Fan also had a cold sweat on his forehead, but he knew that if this thing was not pulled out, Huang Long's life would be explained here.

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