Gravekeeper

Not long after, the bastard named Fu Laoliu came to the door:

"It's Sister Zhou, how come you have time to bring people to our place? In this world, you still dare to walk outside?"

Zhou Yingzhu glanced at Fu Laoliu who was a little wary, and said lightly:

"Why, don't you let me in to sit down?"

Through the door, Fu Laoliu smiled:

"Sister Zhou, although you are not very old, you are an old man. Now you bring so many brothers to my place, I..."

No one is stupid. Through the surveillance, you can see that there are dozens of people standing outside the door of this dark alley.

Such a fierce appearance makes Fu Laoliu a little confused.

The most important thing is that he has no intersection with this mother Rakshasa who has long been cleaned and is already a regular businessman!

Now the other party comes to the door like this, what exactly does it mean?

"Fu Laoliu, let my people in now, I might be able to let you off later." Zhou Yingzhu's faint voice sounded, which made Fu Laoliu slightly stunned: "Sister Zhou, I haven't offended you before, right? What do you mean by this?" However, the figures standing behind the two women were a little nervous.

A man about 40 years old looked at the eldest sister in front of him, and then whispered: "Eldest sister, the brothers didn't bring any powerful weapons..."

This is Longguo, and there are not many hot weapons after all. Even Zhou Yingzhu and Wei Xiongguang, who are well-known figures in the entire Central Plains Province, actually have at most a few shotguns and some pistols.

As for more, don't even think about it, and for a little gangster like Fu Laoliu in front of him, it's good enough to get one. So, under the obstruction of such an iron stake door, if you want to go in directly, there is really nothing you can do if people don't open the door. However, Zhou Yingzhu didn't seem to hear Ah Cheng's advice.

Her face remained calm.

Fu Laoliu was not an ordinary person. Hearing this, he sneered:

"Zhou Yingzhu, I'll give you face by calling you Sister Zhou. I, Fu Laoliu, am not made of clay. Why did you come to my place with so many people for no reason today? You want to come in without telling me?

You want to let me go? I want to know how you can let me go?"

Zhou Yingzhu smiled and said, "Very good."

She turned around and looked at An Ruoxue, who had been waiting impatiently. Obviously, she felt that it was a waste of words to say more to these people whose final fate had already been decided.

Finally, An Ruoxue, a woman who no one knew what she was doing before, finally walked slowly to the front.

Then, in the eyes of everyone, she took out something from the purse in her hand.

Beauty head!

The thing that looked like a human head sculpture appeared, and immediately opened its red lips, and a voice full of sorrow rang out.

When this voice rang out, almost everyone seemed to be possessed at this moment.

The song seemed to ring in everyone's mind.

It was the affectionate call of a mother returning home, the whisper of a lover, and the childish voice of children and grandchildren enjoying the happiness of family.

In front of it, no creature could resist.

So.

No one saw that the long sword was unsheathed!

Drawing the sword was like a ghost. With one knife, the iron door that was half a centimeter thick was cut directly like tofu!

The executioner's knife!

The ghost of the life-buying man!

The first cooperation was effective!

The huge iron door collapsed!

The song that sounded from the bottom of the heart was also withdrawn in an instant.

Fu Laoliu looked at Zhou Yingzhu who walked into the courtyard, his eyes were confused and surprised, and soon, he saw the head held by An Ruoxue, and only fear remained!

At this moment, everyone came back to their senses.

However, it was too late!

Zhou Yingzhu felt that her blood was boiling.

She seemed to have returned to that night again, the happiest and most joyful night of her life!

She looked at the terrified Fu Laoliu, the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised, revealing a hideous smile that she herself was not aware of, and chopped down with a knife!

[Kill! ]

[Long knife in hand, cut off the head with one knife! ]

[Kill! ]

[Blood on the head, all the people in the room are headless! ]

[Kill kill kill kill kill kill! ]

[In this bloody slaughter, you finally realized the responsibilities of the executioner, and you gained one day of life. 】

【Your understanding of the executioner's sinister duty has deepened. 】

Everyone behind him was stunned.

They stared at the elder sister whose long skirt was dyed red by the gushing scarlet.

However, what frightened them even more was the young woman next to them and the beautiful head in her hand that seemed to be smiling at them all the time.

Especially the subordinate named Acheng, whose palms began to tremble at this moment.

Strange, they couldn't have been unaware, but they only now realized that their elder sister was actually related to this thing.

At this moment, ordinary younger brothers were filled with fear, but Acheng and others standing in front were excited.

Many things, many times, do not require the leader to talk eloquently, just showing them is enough to make the subordinates daydream.

This is what is happening in front of us.

After sheathing the long sword, Zhou Yingzhu calmed down the murderous intent in his heart, and then ordered:

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"Bring everyone here, leaving fifty obedient ones, and kill all the disobedient ones. Oh, and leave the heads. That gentleman needs them." That gentleman? Heads?

At this moment, Ah Cheng suddenly remembered the night in Shendu City that made him have nightmares for several days in a row because of the evil star who had killed countless people when he was young and killed countless people with a spray gun.

That night when he piled up heads into a mountain!

My eldest sister, is she working for that mysterious 'gentleman'?

Is this ability and weirdness a gift from that 'gentleman'?

"Yes!"

He answered loudly.

...

At this moment, Chu Qing, who didn't know that he was missed and admired by others, was calmly browsing the website of the House of Ghost Stories.

His backstage information was still densely packed.

A large number of private messages asking for information made him unable to hold back and directly closed the private messages from strangers.

Those people from the Hell Society did not send messages again, but the person Chu Qing followed, apparently, still sent him a message almost every five or six hours.

‘Big brother, please help me!

’

‘Big brother, are you still there? ’

‘The host of the post…’

Chu Qing continued to circle upwards.

This person trapped in the mirror was extremely persistent.

Chu Qing thought about it and sent him another message:

“Are you still alive?”

Almost three minutes later, the other end replied:

‘Alive, big brother, please help me.

Chu Qing smiled again:

“Still alive? Okay, then you hold on, I’ll go right away.”

Then, he closed the dialog box directly and calmly browsed the rest of the posts.

The center of Zhongyuan Province, Xingcheng.

In a dead silent community, in a dim house.

It was dark here, but the only computer in the room was on.

A figure sat in front of the computer woodenly, sending messages quickly:

[My name is Zhang He, I live in Yulong Community...]

There was no fluctuation in his expression, just sending such messages again and again.

And not far away, an identical figure sat quietly on the ground.

His eyes were empty, without any vitality.