Chapter 50: Ghost killing
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High-profile King
- Pig on a Bamboo
- 1286 characters
- 2021-01-30 02:34:36
Zhang Jiao's painstaking daily management is that he is a little serious when facing strangers;
Became familiar with people and slowly became introverted and shy;
Familiarity will reverse, and the personality becomes more and more outgoing and lively;
Finally, I am very familiar with it. When I am in a good state, there are no taboos. I open my mouth whenever I say anything. .
Therefore, he seemed a little embarrassed to people who were ordinary co-workers like Miss Yan 6 points, and waved hands: "No, no, thank you, Ye, I have had breakfast."
Is still full, thank you. "
Fei also fled into the club hall.
The face is worth 6 points. The younger sister stared at Zhang Jiao's disappearing back, her face darkened.
The other front desk ladies and sisters around the mouth were full of good-looking smiles, and a guy who had a contradiction with the 6-point lady sister also said yin and yang: "If you can't catch the golden turtle son, you want to find an honest pick.
Abacus is pretty good.
It's a pity that this honest man, too honest, hasn't even opened the trick yet, let someone in vain. "
The value of 6 points, Miss Sister heard her teeth, and turned her head to glared.
If the front desk foreman just changed his work clothes and returned to the front room to calm down the scene, I am afraid that a battle between the two women will be staged soon.
The last few minutes passed by quietly, and the Extreme Fighting Club began its official business.
Because today is not a weekend, the guests who can come to the club early in the morning are all guys who have free money, free time, and really love fighting. They have the triple attributes of gold yuan, burst liver, and blood.
This means that they have better fighting skills, more experience, and heavier punches than ordinary guests. They are the most headaches for sparring staff.
But for Zhang Jiao, ordinary people's blows are not much different from tickling. It doesn't matter if they are lighter or heavier. After a full session, they return to the staff's lounge area to make a cup of hot tea and sit on the sofa. rest.
There are other idle coaches and sparring around. Everyone had a fart together and Zhang Jiao finished drinking tea. He was about to go to the dining area on the top floor of the mall and have some good comfort.
Suddenly saw Zheng Haiyang, the manpower director who recruited himself into the club, came over with a serious face.
Because Zheng Haiyang is very popular, he usually doesn't pay attention to the bar, he is open-minded, and he can make a joke. When he walks in, the experienced coach laughs and laughs: "Supervisor Zheng is coming to work.
It's not too late, it's just over 10 o'clock now, just for your management.
After a turn, go directly to lunch, and be at ease. "
"Don't fart, do you know what happened?" Zheng Haiyang said, frowning, frowning in the past.
Everyone knows that he is a professional soldier. Although he has a good personality, he never makes a fuss about it.
"What's the matter, Lao Zheng, won't our boss run away, the club is going to close?" The veteran qualified coach who just ridiculed, said with a worried expression.
Said many people's voices.
Zheng Haiyang laughed angrily, pointing at the old qualified coach and saying, "Liu Bo, Liu Bo, you said you were thinking about something all day in your mind.
Club business is so good, the boss brainstormed, closed the door and ran away. "
"What else can happen?" Liu Bo heard his salary without delaying his pay.
Zheng Haiyang said with a blank expression: "After crossing two junctions to the west, the" Tie Quan Wuguan "on Anle Street, all people who went to work this morning were dead.
A total of 35, there are men and women, even receptionist, waiter, cleaning aunt with boxing coach, sparring, as long as you go early, there is no one left. "
Martial arts and fighting clubs are similar in nature, in fact, they are two names for a signboard.
Tiequan Martial Arts Museum and Extreme Fighting Club are the same boss, and the personnel communicate with each other, so the people present at the hearing of this bad news all gave birth to the sense of sadness of the rabbit and the dead fox, and the expression was frozen.
"You, what are you kidding, Lao Zheng," Liu Bo stuttered with disbelief in his face: "No matter how poor the law and order, people are also picking up the persimmon.
Who would go to the martial arts to make trouble and kill so many people. "
Next to Zhang Jiao remembered that Liu Tong was in the police car in the morning and received the dispatch from the command desk. When he believed Zheng Haijun's words, he asked in a dry voice: "Zheng, what is going on?"
"Now the police have blocked the Iron Fist Martial Arts Museum," Zheng Haiyang sighed: "Our boss has also been controlled by the police.
I found several comrades in the morning to get the news. The specifics have not been investigated yet.
But it is said that it is probably not a human accident, so the boss will be released soon.
Because this kind of thing can't be concealed, it is estimated that it will be spread soon. If everyone knows it from other sources, it will be utterly erroneous to make people feel uneasy.
So I said in advance, so that you have a count. "
The voice fell to the ground, a little knowledgeable fighting coach, his face slightly changed, he swallowed and said: "Supervisor Zheng, what is not a human accident.
Leakage, being hit by the falling ceiling, hurting the back of the head by wrestling, there are no strangers in the world. If you are alone, I can understand the strangeness of death.
More than 30 people, more than 30 people died in one breath, why this is not a human accident law, I, I really can not understand. "
Zheng Haiyang was silent for a while, and his face was green, and said: "Lao Zhou, don't turn around.
It is very likely that what you think. "
"Really evil?" Lao Zhou stood up in shock, confirming with wide eyes.
As the saying goes, tigers die like sheep, and people die like tigers.
99.999% of the soul will disappear immediately after the death of the wise creature.
But a very few people have practiced very special exercises during their lifetime, or they have great hatred, have suffered great grievances, or are very nostalgic for some people or things. Because of their strong obsession, the soul may die in the flesh. After that, there was a short period of time alone.
During this time, if the spirit happens to be attached to some artificial artifacts, natural wood, and special veins that can nourish the spirit, it may be transformed into a ghost with long-term existence and terrifying ability.
While things like ‘ghosts’ are not necessarily evil, but ninety-nine percent are naturally jealous of living lives and harbor evil thoughts. When ordinary people encounter them, they are simply dead.
Fortunately, all things interact with each other.
Although people are afraid of ghosts, but before the spirits are converted into ghosts, they are most afraid of the breath that people breathe when they breathe. Therefore, it is more difficult to breed ghosts in the densely populated and prosperous areas.
Once it happened, it was either a coincidence to the extreme, or someone was making trouble, and the body was deliberately harmful.
Once such a person is caught, no matter what the reason, it will almost certainly die.
Because Xia Zong is public in all countries, for the exorcism and evil, whether it is an attempt or an attempt, whether it is a principal or a threat, it is the only death penalty.