Chapter 7 Puppet Doll

  Yang Qirui watched this little girl who looked a little cool and took out the so-called peach wood sword carelessly, and fell silent.

   This expression is already very face-saving, how many modern people still believe this?

  What kind of monsters can a peach wood sword cut?

   "Oh, little girl, I already told you that I don't need you anymore," Yang Qirui had a headache, "Well, I don't need you to refund the deposit, so you can go."

   I don't know which one has no conscience. He swayed and deceived such a little girl. At most, his problem here can be said to be plotted by the villain and his pure bad luck.

  Su Nanzhi's skin was very white, and her face was even a little pale, but her eyes became sharp in an instant.

  Because it was dark.

  In ancient times, it was called twilight, when the sky and the earth were dim, and everything was hazy, so it was called twilight.

   The sounds of wild cats around him suddenly became denser, as if they were stimulated by something.

  Yang Qirui also noticed it, but he subconsciously thought whether something happened outside that disturbed those wild cats.

  Su Nanzhi's expression didn't change, and she didn't answer Yang Qirui's words. She looked at the dance floor in the center of the bar.

   "Did someone die on the dance floor?" Su Nanzhi asked.

   Yang Qirui was stunned for a moment and blurted out, "How do you know?"

   But as soon as the words were out of his mouth, he thought of it, and it was actually quite a big deal.

   A little girl knows what is surprising.

   Just bluffing to himself, he was a little complicated.

  Su Nanzhi didn't bother to explain to him, and went straight to the middle of the dance floor. That position, with obvious blood and energy, was the power of a curse.

   Who would curse a humble bar so boring.

   The peach wood sword in Su Nanzhi's hand "chi" plunged into the most central position, and in an instant, there was a terrifying screeching sound from the position where she entered the sword.

  The sky, which was still faintly bright, was completely dark in an instant.

  Yang Qirui, who was standing closest, had the strongest senses, and he couldn't even hold back, and said "Fuck".

   Damn, the movie effect doesn't dare to be so realistic!

   He suddenly felt a chill around him.

   "Squat down." In the darkness, he suddenly heard this sentence and did it subconsciously.

   In the next second, a flaming peach wood sword escaped from Sunanzhi's hand and flew over Yang Qirui's head, pinning something precisely.

   stuck to the wall.

   Yang Qirui seemed to hear a scream.

  “…”

   This one minute of seeing and hearing has subverted Yang Qirui's outlook on life for nearly 40 years.

   Wait for a "click" and the light turns on.

   Yang Qirui saw clearly what was nailed to the wall by the mahogany sword, a puppet doll.

   On the other side, a handsome little girl with short hair walked over slowly, went to the wall and pulled out the sword, and reached for the puppet doll.

   and then threw it to Yang Qirui.

   "Look, is the birthday character on the back yours?"

  Yang Qirui: "!"

   Anyone who is suddenly thrown such a weird thing out of their hands will be crazy.

   The puppet dolls have noses, eyes and mouths on their faces, which makes them even more bizarre.

   "Little girl... Oh no, Master, what is this?"

   His voice was a little trembling. Who the **** would dare to believe the scene just now?

   The birthday character behind this puppet doll is really his.

   He didn't pay attention to his birth date, but who told him that he was too reckless recently, so he went to count his fate twice.

   (end of this chapter)