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My slightly frivolous tone was a bit harsh in the rainy night. Jiang Long and his men all retreated. They couldn't understand why there was an extra person in the villa for no reason?

"Who are you? I have no grievances with you, why do you come here?" Jiang Long picked up the knife on the table and motioned to several of his men to show them.

They were waiting for me, but no one dared to act rashly until they found out my details.

Looking at this group of gangsters who can be regarded as the most powerful gangsters in Jiangcheng, I had a sneer on my lips. If Jiang Long hadn't shown his trump card, I would have been ready to play with them for a while longer.

Being the anchor of the underworld show, I have experienced the deepest despair. No one in this city understands the special emotion of fear better than me.

Jiang Long touched my bottom line. In retaliation, I naturally wanted to give him a "perfect" and unforgettable ultimate experience.

This group of scum deserves no sympathy, there are too many sins against them. The people who have been hurt by them endure their anger and bear the pain, but they can hide in a comfortable villa and live a life of luxury and luxury. This is not fair.

I don't mean to despise the law, but the law needs evidence to be effective, and the evidence has long been lost in time, so if I want to punish them, I must avoid the law and use another more direct method.

"You have no grudge against me, but you peeked at something you shouldn't have seen." I picked up the deer-cutting knife in one hand, and the cold light was revealed. This knife didn't know how to hide itself at all. It was domineering, embodying the soaring sky of the ancient battlefield. murderous look.

"Sneaking something you shouldn't have? Who are you?!" Jiang Long's hand holding the knife shrank back. He had not been so uneasy for more than ten years.

"Want to know?"

The blade pointed slantly, and it was predicted that I would die in three days. At this time, I had no scruples, was unscrupulous, and was ready to go crazy for the last time.

Lightning split the sky, reflecting my ordinary face, and everyone in the room could see it clearly.

"You can call me Gao Jian."

The tip of the knife was lowered, and the other palm was stretched out in front of him. In the palm of his hand, a dark eyeball was turning: "Destiny ghost!"

The hall on the first floor seemed to be penetrated by rain. Countless long black hair emerged from the gaps in the ceiling, the joints of the tiles, the backs of the furniture, and under the carpets.

Men and women screamed and cried in the living room, but it was no use.

“If howling could solve problems, donkeys would already rule the world.”

The terror of the Mahayana ghost is even frightening to me as the master. It has swallowed too many things. The way I raise ghosts is different from any other orthodoxy so far. I have no control at all. I trust the ghost 100% and let it eat and grow.

Black Hair entangled several people, and they resisted desperately. Ming Gui may have attacked too many people at once, and his strength was somewhat scattered. Jiang Long and one of his younger brothers broke free before Black Hair was completely entangled. Coming out, the two of them quickly ran upstairs.

"Why are you running upstairs? Isn't this asking for death?" Dragging the deer knife, I followed closely behind the two of them. I can let go of Jiang Long's younger brother, but Jiang Long has read the information about the underworld show. , unforgivable.

The sound of the blade slicing across the floor was breathtaking. I passed by the women, and goosebumps appeared on their exposed skin.

Along the way, I also discovered that this knife is indeed capable of killing evil. Wherever the blade is dragged, the black hair of the ghost automatically separates and does not dare to collide with it.

"Ming Gui, I'll leave these people to you."

The remaining gangsters and women in the living room quickly collapsed to the ground. Their faces were gray and their bodies were stiff. Most of their life was taken away by the ghost.

I chased them to the third floor in one breath. Jiang Long and his younger brother seemed to be hiding in the rooms on both sides of the corridor.

"Many horror movies have similar scenes. Facing the villain's pursuit, the protagonist hurriedly hides in a closed room, holds his breath, and waits for fear to come in silence."

The calm before the storm is the most torturous, but for the pursuer, it is a kind of enjoyment.

"The night has just fallen, and I still have a long time to play this game with you."

"Bang!"

Holding the deer-chopping knife with both hands, I chopped the door lock vigorously. After destroying the lock, I kicked the door open.

"Are you hiding here?"

Carrying the knife, I walked around the house, checking the guest rooms and kicking open the doors. When I reached the end of the corridor, my ears moved and I heard the muffled gasps in the room next to me.

"Your mental quality is too bad, isn't it? If you were captured to experience the live broadcast of the underworld show, you probably wouldn't survive one round."

The blade of the knife pierced the wooden door, and then violently kicked it open. I did not go in, but let the ghost explore the way first.

The watery black hair spread into the house and got into the closet, window sill, and under the bed.

"Get away! Get out!" A man's hoarse voice came from under the bed, "Help me! Brother Long! Help me!"

"Stop shouting, he will come over to accompany you soon." Minggui dragged the man out from under the bed, letting his screams resound throughout the villa.

"There's only one left." I looked at the room on the other side of the corridor. I had looked in other places, but this room was the only one I hadn't entered yet.

Putting your ear against the door panel, you could faintly hear a very low conversation in the room, and the person speaking spoke in a hurry.

"Call for help? Is it useful?" I opened the door with a knife, and I entered the house. I happened to see Jiang Long hiding behind the desk. There was a phone on his desk that he hadn't hung up in time, and he held three talismans in his hand. .

"Stop! We can talk!" Jiang Long said anxiously. His younger brother's scream just now was still echoing in his ears. He had never been so panicked in many years since his debut, and he had never seen such a cruel and terrifying person. .

"Negotiations are based on equality of strength. Are you worthy?"

Five years ago, or before I became the anchor of the underworld show, I would never have imagined that one day I would say this to the big brother in Jiangcheng.

But now all this has really happened, and I have changed a lot in just a few weeks, although in life I am still the down-and-out guy who runs an adult shop, has no savings, and no relatives. But the difference is that anyone who wants to bully me and take away my things from me will have to pay a heavy price.

Jiang Long didn't reply. He really couldn't figure out my details. He had been living in Jiangcheng for more than 20 years, but it seemed that he had never heard of the name Gao Jian in both black and white circles: "You came from other provinces? This is Jiangcheng. , If you stretch your hand too far, aren’t you afraid that you won’t be able to take it back?”

"You can think whatever you want. I'm too lazy to talk nonsense to you. Have you ever been to No. 263 Tingtang Road and brought something out of it?"

"You mean that dog?" Jiang Long's eyes twitched: "After the anesthetic wore off, it was locked in the basement. If you came here for it, I will give you the key now and return it to you."

"The dog thing is another matter, I'm talking about other things."

"I don't know about the rest. We are only responsible for using anesthetic to stun the dog." Jiang Long looked confused, as if he really didn't know anything.

"What I'm looking for is a handwritten document containing information records about a certain place."

"I don't know what you are talking about?" Jiang Long continued to pretend to be innocent.

"It seems you need me to help you remember it, Ming Gui!" His black hair was stained with mottled blood, crawling out of my shadow and approaching Jiang Long.

As the ghost approached, Jiang Long finally couldn't bear the pressure and changed his words: "Wait! I remembered!"

"Where are the files?"

"exist……"

Before Jiang Long could say anything, an old man's voice came from the phone that had not been hung up on the table: "Jiang Long, hand the phone to the person opposite you and let me speak."

The voice that came out of the microphone was something I heard once before at Jiang Chen's wedding banquet. He should be the helmsman of Jiang Jin Real Estate and Jiang Chen's father.

Jiang Long looked embarrassed, but he did not dare to disobey Mr. Jiang and handed the phone to me.

"You must be Gao Jian. I heard Jiang Chen talk about you. You are really a formidable young man. Even my godson, who is rolling on the tip of a knife, was forced to this point by you. You are very good."

The tone was condescending, as if a senior was treating a junior. I sneered, and asked the ghost to strangle Jiang Long's neck, and then put the microphone to Jiang Long's mouth, so that Mr. Jiang could clearly hear his godson dying. The sound of struggling before.