I Have Died Long Ago, Poor Because No One Burns Paper?

In the carriage with only two people, a third person suddenly sighed.

That sigh seemed to be the last sigh of a dying person.

All the pain and regret are in the sigh.

Obviously there is no such a gloomy feeling.

But as long as I hear the sigh, I feel cold all over.

"Oh~"

Yang Shou's face became serious.

The temperature in the compartment drops, just like sitting in a freezer.

The exhaled breath was filled with a faint white mist.

This coldness is already obviously abnormal.

But he still didn't find the Bandage Man.

No back row.

The copilot didn't.

The driver is also a normal person.

Where is the weirdo with the white bandages all over his body?

The driver was scrambling to adjust the air conditioner.

He thought it was a problem with the air conditioner in the car.

But indistinctly, a small voice gradually sounded.

creak.

creak.

It looks like someone is scratching the blackboard with long nails.

Or rather, scratching the iron sheet.

"parking."

Yang Shou said.

At this time, the driver who realized that something was wrong stepped on the brakes again and parked the car on the side of the road.

The creaking sound of nails scraping the iron sheet disappeared.

Open the car door, Yang Shou gets out of the car.

When he was about to close the door, he thought about it and stuffed a piece of evil charm into the corner of the car.

The driver also heard the sigh.

If he doesn't find the bandage weirdo.

This talisman can temporarily save the driver's life.

"What's going on? What was the sound just now?"

The driver turned pale and got down from the driver's seat.

He went around the body of the car and found nothing wrong.

When I looked up, I saw Yang Shou standing quietly beside the car, looking towards the roof.

The driver subconsciously approached and looked up.

There are several long scratches on the paint on the roof.

For a sedan, this is an almost untouchable situation.

How can there be scratches?

I suddenly thought of the strange man in the white bandage on the 770, and the creaking sound heard in the car.

The driver's lips were blue.

"Just... Just now, that weirdo was lying on the roof of the car?"

In the roaring traffic, a strange figure covered in white bandages was lying on the roof of the taxi.

It sighed heavily.

Scratching the roof of the car with a fingernail.

The people in the vehicle are only a few tens of centimeters away from it.

If someone has a whim, stick his head out of the car window and look up.

Maybe he could meet those pale eyes.

The driver took a few steps back in a hurry.

This is a car he has owned for several years.

He dare not approach now.

He dreaded when he got back into the carriage.

Just getting ready to drive.

Just found the rear row in the rearview mirror.

Sitting a strange white bandage, sighing heavily.

"you do not need to worry."

"That's a trickster."

Yang Shou looked at the nail prints on the roof, but smiled, "It's coming at me.

"You should be safe until I die."

In the strange era, the ghost sender is no secret.

Only then did the driver know what was going on, and he didn't dare to say more, so he could only cry with a sad face, and asked Chi Chi:

"Then you... what if you die?"

"Then remember to leave a last word for your family and ask them to bury you in the Western Suburb Cemetery, so that we can still be neighbors."

Yang Shou said with a smile.

When the driver heard this, his face became even paler. You have already thought about it....

Not thinking about it, but where I was originally buried.

Yang Shou remained silent, left the fare, and left leisurely.

It's almost here near the black building.

You can also go there.

In fact, he had already seen it.

The Bandage Man had already set his sights on him.

However, it has not been shot yet.

(ccea) From the looks of it, they should be worried about fighting in real life and attracting the attention of conspiracies.

No matter when, the official power is almost always the most terrifying.

The bandage monster is going to approach him to the black building before making a move.

"It's very close to me, but I didn't notice the strange aura."

"Is there anything on him that blocks the breath?"

Yang Shou lowered his head, thinking while walking.

After a few hundred meters.

The high-rise buildings on both sides are gradually sparse.

Gradually, you can see low and dilapidated rental houses.

The mottled walls are covered with various small advertisements.

The road surface has changed from neat and clean to potholes, and some sections of the road are covered with sewage, mixed with vegetable leaves, giving off an unbearable stench.

There were few pedestrians on the street, and there was no one in sight for a long time.

Yang Shou turned around a street corner, felt something, and looked back.

A strange man wrapped in a white bandage was looking at him indifferently in a corner not far away.

The eyes were pale, without pupils.

In just a split second.

The Bandage Man suddenly disappeared.

Just like the scene just now, it was just an illusion.

When ordinary people encounter similar things, I am afraid that no matter how calm they are, they will tremble all over.

Yang Shou nodded, sighed and said:

"It should be good to follow someone behind you.

"When you are on the road, you will not be alone.

Continue to walk deep into the village in the city.

The surrounding environment is getting dilapidated.

Every time Yang Shou walked through a street corner, a moment later, the white bandage monster would silently appear and follow him all the time.

It was like a pale white shadow that couldn't be shaken off.

"I have a good memory."

"I've only been here once, and I can find the right way."

Looking at the building not far away, Yang Shou smiled with satisfaction.

The dark building has arrived.

As long as you go in, you can enter the copy world.

This should be the place where the white bandage weirdo took his time and forced him to come.

"Actually, you don't have to force me."

"I was here to find you."

Yang Shou turned around, greeted the empty intersection, and then walked into the dark corridor.

After a few seconds, the strange man with a white bandage suddenly appeared.

There was a flash of light in his pale white pupils.

However, after he discovered the midnight butcher's deliberate peeping, he was not going to let the midnight butcher and the people hidden behind the midnight butcher.

His figure flickered and disappeared in place.

The dark and damp corridor wafted with a rancid smell.

Faintly, one could hear sick laughter that wanted to be suppressed but could not be suppressed from behind some wooden doors.

Yang Shou walked in the corridor, the footsteps were clearly audible.

Many rooms suddenly fell silent.

No need to see it with his own eyes, Yang Shou also knew that the perverted murderers in the dark building were sticking to the wall or lying on the wooden door, observing the movement in the corridor.

They observed the target, and once they felt there was a chance, they would rush out from the wooden door and drag the target into the dark room.

However, when it was discovered that it was Yang Shou.

Most of the murderers retreated into the depths of the room resentfully.

They knew this ordinary-looking young man.

He was taken upstairs by the Midnight Butcher, and then he killed the black-robed doctor on the fifth floor and occupied the room next to the stairs.

This is someone they can't afford to mess with.

It's just that I don't know if it's due to lack of information, or the time to enter the black building is too short.

When Yang Shou passed a wooden door, the door suddenly opened, and a blood-stained Chinese with a simple and honest face came out.

"I want to leave the dark building to do something."

"Young man, can you help me?"

"Use your life."

The middle-aged man was holding a bone-chopping knife in his hand, which he chopped off suddenly.

It's just that there was a flash in front of his eyes, and the knife cut nothing.

Then there was severe pain in his leg, and he couldn't help screaming, and fell to the ground.

Yang Shou bent down, picked up his hair, dragged along the corridor, and asked casually:

"New here? Don't you know me?"

The middle-aged man suffers from pain and wants to struggle, but his whole body has no strength for no reason.

Feeling the slippery and cold touch on the floor, he screamed and shouted:

"Brother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Let me go please!"

"Do not kill me!"

Yang Shou stopped, lowered his head, and looked at him with a smile:

"Who said I was going to kill you?"

"I am a very kind person, and I don't like the tea area.

The middle-aged man was stunned, and heard Yang Shou ask again:

"Killed a few people."

"Three... no, four!"

"Only four?"

Yang Shou shook his head with a look of disappointment:

"It seems that you are not fierce enough, and your skills are definitely not good enough."

"Let me help you improve."

He reached out and tapped on the bed next to him.

The room was almost on the landing of the stairs.

Through the walls, one could feel the thick bloody smell of the residents inside.

This should be the strongest resident on the first floor.

The middle-aged man was lying on the cold ground, not understanding what Yang Shou meant.

Knock for what?

If it's not strong enough, it will only annoy the occupants behind the door.

If it is stronger than the resident behind the door, the resident will not open the door at all.

The respective rooms in the dark building are the default safe points.

The eyelids are attached to the ground, and are slightly tremored by the ground.

The already terrified face of the middle-aged man became even more astonished.

The residents in the room didn't dare to hesitate, and rushed directly to the door and opened it.

"You... what are your orders?"

A strong man over two meters tall, bowed his waist, and asked tremblingly.

He knew about Yang Shou's previous entry into the black building.

This mysterious and crazy young man didn't care about arousing the common hostility of the residents of the black building.

He even knew Yang Shou's ID on the death forum.

Sunny boy.

A top perverted demon who is going to hold a murder training class in the black building, attracting countless murderers to rush to Jinghai.

Yang Shou didn't answer the strong man's words, but lowered his head again, showing a kind smile, and looked at the middle-aged man.

"There is no technical content in killing people."

"I have to help you improve."

"But you are not eligible to take my class."

"Just learn from him.

The middle-aged man recalled the horror legend about the strong man, his face was ashen.

"no no!"

The brawny man understood what Yang Shou meant, grinned grimly, kicked the middle-aged man unconscious, and dragged him into the room.

Then he bowed his head and bowed, and returned to the door of the room.

"Sir, when you start the class, I can sign up for it."

Yang Shou showed a strange smile, "Of course, I welcome more outstanding killers like you, and I will notify you when the class starts.

"Good! Thank you sir!"

The strong man lowered his head, and dared to raise it after a minute or two.

Yang Shou has left.

Looking at the empty stairs, he couldn't help but feel emotional.

In his opinion, top killers like Yang Shou have lost the fun of taking the lives of ordinary people, so they don't bother to kill middle-aged people.

"I don't know what kind of character can arouse his desire to hunt."

The strong man shook his head and closed the door.

A white ghostly shadow flashed across the corridor. .