Chapter 2714 Tattoo Son Fog

Chapter 2714

"Tuan'er, don't be rude!" A shout came from inside the carriage.

The little maid named Tuan'er stuck out her tongue, and then retreated into the carriage.

Xue An smiled without saying a word, and watched the carriage leave.

It wasn't until its back completely disappeared into the night that the smile on Xue An's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a dignified expression.

The small round mirror that was originally a fragment of an ancient mirror, the building outside the building, and the extremely beautiful housekeeper...

These kinds of images are mixed together, forming an indescribably strange atmosphere.

More importantly, Xue An saw more things from this Yun Lingxuan.

After a while, he sighed slightly, then looked down at the two dead bodies on the ground.

At this moment, the blood on the corpse had already solidified, and the barrier had disappeared as Xue An's fighting spirit subsided.

But because this street is located in a remote place, and it was late at night, it was not discovered by anyone.

Xue An didn't clean up the mess, but just glanced at the darkness in the distance, and then disappeared into a fright.

At the same time, on the receding carriage, this little maid Tuan'er was babbling about something.

"Miss, I think this young man with tattoos is pretty good. He is also pretty. Although his strength is not too strong, he is not bad. The key is that he is very polite. Such a person will definitely treat you well in the future." , would you like to try it?"

The silence inside the car curtain remained.

Tuan'er sighed, "Miss, I'm not talking about you, you really should change your temper, you are always so cold, no matter how good you are, you have to scare away..."

Before the words were finished, a soft voice came from the carriage, "Stop talking, I've made up my mind, it's hard to change!"

Tuan'er's expression froze, and he didn't dare to speak anymore, but his eyes were full of distress.

And in the carriage, this Yun Lingxuan was silently rubbing the small round mirror in her hand, her face was full of complex and unspeakable expressions.

At the same time, on the empty street, a watchman was walking crookedly towards here.

As he walked, he muttered non-stop.

"It's really unlucky, why I was assigned to this ghost place, I can't even see a person, let alone earn some extra money!"

"I really envy the people assigned to Anle Street, tsk tsk! The place is full of Hualou Chuguan, and it gets more lively at this time. Not only can you get more rewards, but you can also feast your eyes on it. Those girls don't look like me..."

Before he could finish speaking, the watchman fell to the ground, and even the lantern in his hand was thrown out.

"Oh, you fell to my death. Damn, you didn't sleep at night, and you got drunk and ran to lie down in the middle of the road?"

The watchman was cursing and swearing, thinking that the person lying on the ground was a drunk.

But when he picked up the lantern on the ground, lit it and took a closer look, he couldn't help being scared out of his wits.

For under the light,

Where is the drunk man lying on the ground, it is clearly two dead bodies.

One of them lost his head, and the other had a rope tied around his neck, with a long tongue sticking out, apparently hanged to death.

In this remote street, under such a bleak night, two such tragic dead bodies suddenly appeared.

How can ordinary people bear this picture.

At least the watchman stayed where he was, until a moment later, he opened his mouth to shout.

But at this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from the darkness behind him, covering the watchman's mouth.

The hand was so cold that it was bone-chilling. The watchman's eyes widened instantly, and then he rolled his eyes, and passed out.

The man slowly lowered the watchman to the ground, and then walked out of the darkness.

Under the dim light of the lantern, it was the man who had talked with Ren Ning in the theater.

He looked at the tragic battlefield with a solemn expression, then took a deep breath, reached out and lifted the two dead bodies on the ground, and carried them on his shoulders.

Then he let out a sharp breath, and countless black mist spread out, clinging to the blood stains on the ground.

After a while, the black mist receded, and the ground of the whole street became clean, without any trace of blood.

After doing all this, the man just dodged and disappeared into the darkness.

A moment later, the watchman on the ground woke up slowly, and then jumped up from the ground with lightning speed.

"Oh my god, there is a ghost...Huh?"

The watchman looked at the clean ground suspiciously.

Not to mention dead bodies, there is not even a trace of blood.

How is this going?

Could it be that I read it wrong?

But I clearly saw two dead bodies lying on the ground, and what happened to the hand that was holding my neck?

That kind of coldness can't be faked at all.

At this moment, a gust of cold wind blew by, the watchman shivered, then picked up the lantern on the ground, and fled in a hurry.

Since then, the street has been haunted by rumors.

Of course, this is all for later, so there is no need to say more.

At the same time, the man hurried through the night carrying the two corpses.

But after a while, they came to the street behind the theater.

At this time, the theater was closed, and this street was rarely visited by people, so it was very quiet.

The man entered over the wall with ease, passed through a yard, and finally came to the door of a house, and then pushed the door and entered.

The room is not big, there is only a table by the window with an oil lamp on it.

The flickering firelight made the room look very dark.

The actor boy was writing something at his desk at the moment, when he heard the door knock, he didn't even raise his head, let alone speak.

He didn't speak, and the man didn't make a sound, just stood there with the two corpses on his shoulders, waiting quietly.

Finally, the actor raised his head and slowly put down the pen in his hand.

"What's wrong?"

"The people in Shura Hall are dead!"

As he spoke, the man threw the two corpses on his shoulders to the ground.

The actor suddenly turned his head and saw the dead body on the ground.

"The third youngest, the seventh old white?"

"That's right, it's the two of them!"

"Who did it?"

"I don't know, I was resting in the inn, and suddenly I felt something, as if someone called me in my ear, so I went out to check, and I saw this scene!" The man said solemnly .

The actor stepped up to the two corpses, knelt down and examined them carefully.

The death conditions of the two corpses were horrific, but the actor didn't show any disgust, instead he examined them very carefully.

After a long time, he slowly stood up and let out a breath.

"A master! An absolute master."

"First Bai Laoqi was crushed in the head with a punch, and then this man pulled out Qing Lao San's tongue, wove it into a rope and hanged him to death! Not to mention anything else, this kind of ruthless means alone will kill him." It’s not something ordinary people can do.”