Age of Terror: I Have a Monster Editor

Zhao Jun responded in a deep voice, "However, Dad, we have provided so many benefits to the organization over the years!"

"The accompanying demon spirit that was promised, I haven't even seen a ghost!"

"This is too unreliable!"

Zhao Jianfeng smiled slightly: "Come on, don't worry!"

"Dad, did you get any good news?"

Zhao Jun immediately asked excitedly.

Zhao Jianfeng became serious again and glanced at his son: "Ah Jun, I have always taught you to be patient, but you just can't hold your breath!"

"When the time comes, I will naturally tell you!"

"Now, just do your own thing!"

Zhao Jun nodded: "Okay, Dad, I'll listen to you!"

The father and son had another secret discussion.

It was getting dark soon.

Jinlong Steelworks.

Ye Fan was lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

ding dong ding dong ding dong --

On the wall clock, the chime of twelve o'clock sounded.

Ye Fan suddenly opened his eyes.

There are very light demon fluctuations outside, which are faintly coming.

He stood up and glanced out the window.

In the huge factory area, there is not a single person, and it is completely empty.

A few street lamps are quite lonely, exuding bursts of faint light.

It was terrifyingly quiet all around, and even the chirping of birds and cicadas at night disappeared without a trace.

Ye Fan's eyes widened, he picked up the Tang knife, and walked out of the house.

When I came to the door, I was about to turn the doorknob.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Master Yu Lingshi, are you asleep?"

"Master Yuling Master?"

It was Wang Chunrong's voice.

Ye Fan frowned slightly.

Could it be that he is the hanged ghost?

Ye Fan opened the door.

Outside the door was the flattering Wang Chunrong who was wearing a large security uniform.

Seeing Ye Fan, Wang Chunrong smiled all over his face, and asked flatteringly, "Master Yuling Master, it's cold at night, I brought you a blanket over here!"

With that said, he handed over the blanket in his hand.

Ye Fan took a careful look at the security guard, and did not sense any demonic aura, so his face softened.

He closed the door and patted Wang Chunrong on the shoulder: "Thank you!"

"I'm about to go out to the factory, but I can't use it!"

"Go back early, the factory is not safe at night!"

With that said, Ye Fan walked downstairs.

"Okay, Master Spirit Master!"

"Don't tell me, it's been a bit chilly along the way!"

Behind him, Wang Chunrong replied.

The flattering and respectful expression on his face suddenly changed after seeing Ye Fan turned his back to him.

The face of the old philistine suddenly became gloomy, and the eyes full of crow's feet at the corners of the eyes squinted with a sharp murderous intent and cold light.

Under the blanket held by both hands, a sharp knife and dagger suddenly stretched out and stabbed towards Ye Fan's back heart quickly and accurately!

[Author's digression]: 16 cards have been lifted, embarrassing! Ask for a wave of silver tickets for comfort!

Chapter 20 Hanging the Ghost Warehouse

The expression on Wang Chunrong's face suddenly became cold and cold, and the murderous intent in his eyes was extremely blazing.

A sharp knife stretched out from under the blanket and stabbed directly at Ye Fan's back!

Just as Ye Fan stepped down the first stairs, his ears suddenly moved slightly.

Twice the physical fitness of ordinary people, he could clearly hear a very faint sound of breaking wind.

In the back of his heart, there was an extremely cold chill.

Warning signs rose in my heart.

His pupils suddenly condensed, and he squatted and turned around, grabbing the sharp knife stabbing behind him.

He looked intently. At this moment, Wang Chunrong had a flattering and philistine look on his face, full of cold and ruthless color, like a top-notch killer.

Wang Chunrong's face turned red.

He felt his right hand, as if being grasped by steel tongs, could not save it at all.

Can't even take it back.

"How...how is that possible?"

Wang Chunrong murmured in shock.