One Hundred Thousand Reasons For Krypton Gold

Chapter 296 My Alternative Cohabitation Friend (21)

"This?" Ling Qiong revealed the bronze piece in her hand.

The bronze piece is not big, and the characters on it are characters that have never been seen before.

"Give it to me!" The evil spirit roared again, "Otherwise I will kill him."

Ling Qiong played with the bronze piece in her hand, "If someone threatens a girl like me, do you want to show some face?"

Evil Spirit obviously didn't want it, "Stop talking nonsense and give it to me."

Ling Qiong sighed, like a compromise, "All right, my brother is more important."

Sheng Mingsui's lips trembled, and the things behind him were so cold that his blood seemed to be freezing.

Hearing Ling Qiong's voice, his frozen thoughts slowly turned.

He turned his eyes to the people in the distance, and Ling Qiong smiled at him, as if to comfort him not to be afraid.

The next second, Ling Qiong suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes.

The evil spirit was startled, and before he could find out where Ling Qiong was, the person held hostage by him suddenly seemed to be a different person.

The evil spirit was kicked away, and because it had no entity, it hit the wall and disappeared without a trace.

"careful!!"

Han Yuehong's exclamation sounded.

The evil spirit appeared from another wall, with a hideous face, and rushed towards Ling Qiong.

…

ten minutes later.

The evil spirit kept company with the rotten flesh on the ground.

A suffocating stench filled the entire room. Sheng Mingsui was outside the door, covering his mouth and nose, unwilling to take a step further.

He almost died in it just now.

At this time, Sheng Mingsui realized that Lingqiong seemed to be able to stay farther away from him...

This distance is at least five or six meters.

Ling Qiong was kicking the evil spirit one by one, "Can you bully my brother? Can you bully me? Really?!"

Evil Spirit: "!!"

The yin energy in the evil spirit's body was kicked away, and the whole ghost curled up into a ball, looking rather pitiful.

After Lingqiong finished venting, she puffed her cheeks and shook off her bangs, pointing at the evil spirit like a coquettish and willful young lady: "Say, who asked you to come!"

"No one."

The evil spirit insisted that no one would let him come.

Ling Qiong squatted down, holding the piece of bronze, "Then what is this?"

"No... I don't know." The evil spirit shook his head.

"I don't know you're here to grab it?" Ling Qiong squeezed out a smirk, and quickly flattened the corners of her mouth, "Is it fun to grab it?"

"..." The evil spirit continued to shake his head, "I really don't know what that is."

"That's why someone asked you to grab it."

"No."

"No? You don't know what this is, what are you grabbing?"

"..."

…

No matter how evil the evil spirit is, if you meet someone even worse than yourself, you can only admit cowardice.

He was driven to fetch this thing.

But he really didn't know what it was.

I only know that that thing can strengthen their strength, it is a very powerful thing anyway.

He didn't know the name of the master of the evil spirit, so he kept calling him master.

Usually nothing happened, and he couldn't see his master.

When there is something to do, his master will let him do it after giving orders, and will not say much at all.

"Then you saw what he looked like?"

The evil spirit nodded.

"painting!"

Evil Spirit: "..."

The evil spirit lay on the ground, drawing with its buttocks pouted.

Ling Qiong slapped him on the head, "What did you draw?"

People are not people, ghosts are not ghosts!

The evil spirit was furious: "I won't!"

Ling Qiong: "..."

In the end, the evil spirit dictated, Sheng Mingsui ghostwritten, and drew a portrait.

Although it's a bit strange, Lingqiong can still recognize it, this is...

"Is that the one called Fang Xie Shou?" Sheng Mingsui answered first.

Ling Qiong turned her head and praised, "Brother is really amazing."

Sheng Mingsui: "..." Don't praise him in a childish tone.

He specializes in painting, if he can't even recognize this, he can't be called a professional.

Sheng Mingsui didn't find any useful clues about Fang Xieshou.

Sheng Mingsui looked at the bronze piece in his hand, "Why is he looking for this?"

"I want to know too."

What Fang Xieshou is doing now is preparing for the resurrection of the heroine.

So this thing may have something to do with the resurrection.

dead at the station...

Exhibition...

Tanuki...

She didn't get the bronze piece from the art exhibition, she didn't think about it at the time, and Gu Yi didn't mention the bronze piece.

If Fang Xieshou is really collecting this.

He must have taken the bronze piece from the exhibition.

How many pieces does this thing have?

The function and quantity of the bronze pieces are not clear to them for the time being.

The evil spirit didn't know much, so he had to let it go for now.

Ling Qiong dealt with the evil spirit and looked at the things on the ground.

What's more important now is this on the ground...

The lump of carrion on the ground was clearly a baby.

Ling Qiong looked at Han Yuehong: "Is this the child in your stomach?"

Although Han Yuehong's stomach was swollen high, it was empty and contained nothing.

When she woke up in this body, the child in her belly had disappeared.

And the woman appeared, without the child.

She didn't know where the child went.

Han Yuehong: "But...maybe."

Han Yuehong didn't know this was in the jar, she couldn't feel anything in it except the darkness.

If this child is really in her stomach.

That mistress was too ruthless.

This is her own flesh and blood.

Tiger poison doesn't even eat its eggs.

How can she do it...

Although the jar was broken, the bones hadn't come out yet.

Han Yuehong still couldn't leave.

Ling Qiong continued the interrupted business of calling the police, and called in the policeman Shushu to help.

Sheng Mingsui compiled the ins and outs of the whole incident before the police came.

There was a dead baby on the ground, Ling Qiong and Sheng Mingsui carefully made some clues, so that the police could follow the clues and find the bones.

Sheng Mingsui was still taking his statement, while Ling Qiong and Han Yuehong stood in the corridor outside.

"The antiques you keep will not be found out?"

"Don't worry, I can't find it." Han Yuehong said: "The place can only pick up things with the inventory certificate."

Only then did Ling Qiong feel relieved.

Can't work in vain.

Sheng Mingsui recorded his statement, and since he lives downstairs, let him go back first.

Sheng Mingsui returned home exhausted physically and mentally.

After he tidied up and came out of the bathroom, he turned his head to look at Ling Qiong who was leaning beside him, "Xiao Yu, you can stay away from me even further."

Lingqiong thought for a while: "It seems to be."

Sheng Mingsui: "Then we don't need to sleep in the same bed..."

"Brother, what are you afraid of? You won't be able to touch me." Lingqiong was puzzled, "I don't take up any space either."

"..."

Is this a question of space or not?

Sheng Mingsui tries to convince Ling Qiong.

But Ling Qiong was obsessed with nonsense and changed the subject first-rate.

In the end, nothing changed.

Sheng Mingsui lay on the bed, tossing and turning for a while without falling asleep.

He turned sideways, "Xiao Yu."

"Um?"

"We went to the villa before, and those two people looked very affectionate."