Chapter 657 Zhuang Ghost

Under the dim light, Boss Tu's shadow dragged on the ground long.

Luo Xiaofeng still leaned on the head of the bed without moving: "If the sect leader can let the coroner in the yamen take a test of the autopsy, this problem will soon be revealed."

Mr. Tu shouted angrily: "No! I will never let the government interfere in the Fengyun Sect's affairs."

Luo Xiaofeng sneered and slowly closed his eyes.

Boss Tu held the kitchen knife on the stone pier tightly in his hand and suddenly said, "I think Bai Fengqiang's death is very strange, but there is one thing you must understand."

Luo Xiaofeng said lightly: "What's the matter?"

Mr. Tu said: "Now, everyone from Fengyun Sect says you killed Bai Fengqian, so... I won't let you go!"

Luo Xiaofeng sneered: "Aren't you afraid of killing a good person by mistake?"

Boss Tu sighed, "I would rather kill the wrong person than disappoint the brothers of Fengyun Sect!" Boss Tu said, holding a kitchen knife in his hand and walked over with an expressionless face.

Luo Xiaofeng found it ridiculous. The famous Boss Tu turned out to be an ordinary kitchen knife in his hand.

What is the origin of this kitchen knife? What is the special thing about it?

Luo Xiaofeng no longer thought about it because the kitchen knife in Boss Tu’s hand had already been chopped towards him.

This sword has no posture, let alone the sword technique, it is incredibly plain! Luo Xiaofeng simply didn't believe it. This sword was slashed by Boss Tu.

Boss Tu still had no expression on his face. Perhaps killing someone was a very ordinary thing for him.

The edge of the knife is very blunt, but it still hurts heartily when it hits the shoulder.

Although Luo Xiaofeng was lit by Boss Tu, it was just a small task for Luo Xiaofeng to untie these acupoints. However, Luo Xiaofeng did not do this. He knew that Boss Tu would not kill him with this knife.

Boss Tu's eyes slowly turned red, and his face was terrifyingly twisted.

The kitchen knife in his hand did not stop for a moment, and was still slashing at Luo Xiaofeng desperately.

Luo Xiaofeng was stabbed seven times, and blood kept oozing out from his shoulders, arms and chest.

With a "dang", something suddenly hit the iron gate of the stone prison.

Boss Tu's hand trembled as he held the knife, and he hurriedly turned around.

A woman with plain white body stood at the door. The woman's face was very white.

Boss Tu slowly turned around, and the moment he turned around, the kitchen knife in his hand had slid into his wide and thick sleeves.

The woman walked in lightly, and a layer of frost slowly rose on her pale face: "Do you know what day it is today?"

Luo Xiaofeng recognized this woman, who was Feng Xueping from Fengjiazhuang.

Boss Tu trembled and he said slowly after a while: "Today is the day to worship the ghost of Zhuang."

Feng Xueping looked solemn: "What are the taboos to worship the ghosts in the village?"

The muscles in the corner of the eldest son Tu’s eyes were beating: “Avoid sensuality, avoid blood!”

Feng Xueping said coldly: "Since the sect leader knows, why are he still so reckless?"

The blood on Luo Xiaofeng's body has condensed.

Boss Tu slowly turned his face and faced the dark and thick iron gate: "Don't forget if there is something." He paused, and the red mole of half a copper coin-sized coin twitched strangely: "You are a girl who has left the palace. You should stop interfering in the Fengyun Sect's affairs."

After saying this, Boss Tu shook his sleeves and left angrily.

Feng Xueping looked at Boss Tu's left back and his eyebrows frowned.

Luo Xiaofeng sighed.

Feng Xueping slowly walked over and stretched out his hand to untie the acupoints on Luo Xiaofeng's body.

Luo Xiaofeng showed that Feng Xueping had a strange look at him.

Distant mountains.

Dressing booth.

Boss Tu stood solemnly behind the strip table, and the giant strip table was filled with offerings. Surprisingly, the table was not a god, but a set of women's dress.

The dress was plain white, and there were bright red embroidered shoes next to it.

Boss Tu stared at the pair of red embroidered shoes, his face full of awe.

The sun is full of setting sun.

The snow in the distant mountains has not melted yet. A person walked gently on the slanted mountain road. It is better to say that he is walking, but it is actually better to say that he is floating.

Boss Tu lit the paper money in his hand.

The flames reddished his thin and cold face.

The sunset disappeared into the valley. The dusk was like an invisible giant net, covering the entire hill.

The dressing booth is filled with a strong smell of incense.

A cold wind passed through the pavilion, and the paper ash on the ground swayed and flew all over the sky.

The plain white dress on the altar was gently flipping in the cold wind.

Boss Tu stood in front of the giant slate, looking very lonely.

Outside the dressing pavilion, the afterglow of the setting sun drags a person's shadow on the snow.

Boss Tu was still standing straight, but his hand couldn't help but reach into his wide sleeves.

A kitchen knife, a pitch-black kitchen knife, was held by a pair of blue veins, and was placed respectfully on the altar.

There was someone sighing outside the pavilion, it was clearly the voice of a woman.

Boss Tu was not surprised, and he stood at the altar without moving.

The woman walked in lightly.

Boss Tu was squinting the kitchen knife on the altar and suddenly said coldly: "I know, you are coming sooner or later!"

The woman sneered, "If I don't come, who can collect the body for you?" The woman's voice was hoarse, giving people a strange feeling.

Boss Tu sneered: "So, I want to thank you?"

The woman laughed in a princess, her laughter was hoarse and gloomy, and it made her hair stand on her feet when she heard it.

Boss Tu slowly turned around, and a chill suddenly spread throughout his body. Next to the pavilion pillar not far from him, a man stood like paper. The man was covered with a wide white robe. At first glance, he looked like a hanged ghost. The man was wearing a white hood with only a pair of eyes exposed. The man was wearing a hat wrapped in white cloth above his head.

Terrifying! Mysterious! Grimish! This is the first feeling that the man in white robe gave Boss Tu.

The muscles in the corner of Boss Tu's eyes were beating violently, and cold sweat was already seeping out of his hand holding the knife.

The woman's voice is cold, hoarse and stiff!

"Don't you believe there are ghosts?" the woman said coldly.

Boss Tu took a few steps back and leaned slanted against the altar. He was still holding the kitchen knife tightly in his hand.

The woman smiled again, with a disdainful sneer: "You can only cut off those unknown ghosts and use them to deal with me, and it won't work!"

Boss Tu sneered: "Do you think I really believe there is a ghost?"

The woman smiled and said, "It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, but I can be sure of one thing!"

Boss Tu said coldly: "What's the matter?"

The woman said, "You have been scared all these years, and you are so scared that you are dying!"

Boss Tu bit his lips tightly. His lips were bitten and blood flowed down his mouth.

The woman's long white robe was fluttering in the wind, and she pressed the hat on her head lower: "No one is not afraid of ghosts, especially the murderous ghosts!"

Boss Tu suddenly laughed, and this smile seemed extremely desolate and weird.

The woman's pupils tightened, and she couldn't guess what Boss Tu thought for a while.

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Chapter completed!