Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

"Little brother, you can tell, I have always felt that something is not right with Zi Mao's recent situation."

Brother Pingtou was delighted when he heard this and looked at Ning Xiaolei in surprise.

Ning Xiaolei said: "It's too obvious. I'm afraid it won't be a good idea if we don't deal with it as soon as possible."

"I, I've been to the hospital. I did a lot of X-rays and so on. The doctor couldn't tell me why. Brother Flathead, I don't want to die yet. Please help me find a way to save me!"

Seeing what Ning Xiaolei said was so serious, Zi Mao was immediately frightened and said with a sad face.

Ning Xiaolei frowned. The black energy he felt had a cold air, which was similar to the demonic energy he cultivated and not like the secular things.

Could it be that this purple hair was contaminated with something unclean, or was manipulated?

"Little brother, is there anything you can do?"

Seeing Ning Xiaolei thinking hard, Brother Flathead's eyes lit up and he asked.

After pondering for a moment, Ning Xiaolei said: "I need to ask more about his specific situation. I feel like something supernatural."

"Supernatural? Brother, why don't you just say it's a ghost? Oh my god, it scared me to death."

The purple-haired gangster was so frightened that his face changed drastically, and tears welled up in his eyes.

If we talk about the thing that people are most afraid of, it must be ghosts. Mentioning it makes a chill run down your back.

Even a gangster like Zi Mao, who has been in society all year round, is no better than ordinary people.

"I'll go, buddy, just kid me, is there really such a thing in the world?"

Brother Flathead was startled and looked at Ning Xiaolei in disbelief and asked.

As a former soldier, he would not believe anything like this. If such a thing really existed, there would be no chaos in the world.

"Do you think I'm joking? If it's as you guessed, you have to ask what Zi Mao has been doing recently."

Ning Xiaolei shook his head, glanced at Brother Flathead lightly, and asked.

Brother Pingtou nodded thoughtfully, looked at Zimao and said, "Did you hear that? If you don't want to die, tell me honestly. Did you do something bad again without telling the employer?"

"Brother Flathead, I didn't. I always remembered your instructions and never did anything against my principles."

The purple-haired gangster shook his head vigorously, his eyes filled with fear.

At this time, how could he dare to hide anything and reveal everything he had done recently?

"Little brother, there seems to be nothing wrong!" After listening to Zi Mao's narration, the flat-headed brother frowned.

"If you think about it more carefully, if you can't figure it out, I'm afraid you'll be doomed. Judging from your appearance, you only have a few days left!"

Ning Xiaolei curled his lips, he could conclude that Zi Mao was not telling the truth.

"What? How many days? I, I...I said, I said anything. Just a few days ago, Tianrentang gave me a large sum of money and asked me to dispose of a corpse."

After saying this, the purple-haired gangster took a long breath, and a big stone fell to the ground in his heart.

These days, this matter has been weighing on his mind, making it extremely uncomfortable.

Saying it now made me feel much better.

"Tianrentang, corpse?" Ning Xiaolei's face changed drastically, and he seemed to have thought of something vaguely.

Could it be that the owner of this corpse was too resentful and turned into a ghost after death, entangled with a purple-haired gangster?

"Bastard, I don't think I value you so much, Zi Mao, you actually do such a shameless thing behind my back."

The flat-headed brother was so angry that he cursed and slapped Zi Mao so hard that he turned 360 degrees before stopping.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Zi Mao knelt down with a pop: "Brother Flathead, I was obsessed with money for a while. I realized my mistake. I will tell you where the body is buried."

"You, oh, you are really mad at me. It seems that my flat-headed brother has been neglecting his discipline recently, and you are all messing around with me."

Pointing at the purple hair and the previous yellow hair with trembling fingers, the flat-headed brother was so angry that his lips trembled.