I Wasn’t Born Lucky

While Xiao Li entered the second instance, a certain private luxurious clubhouse.

The woman with long brown wavy hair gently picked up a glass of red wine and leaned back on the sofa, her face was obviously unpleasant.

There was also a middle-aged man sitting opposite her. He looked at the Patek Philippe watch on his wrist. The neon lights above his head reflected colorful light on the surface. He put down his hand and said in a deep voice, "Mrs. Xiao, It’s better to say something straight."

The mistress of the Xiao family, Xu Mei, just looked at the red wine in her hand and frowned slowly: "Mr. Ye, is there any way to make a person disappear without knowing it?"

The man on the other side called Mr. Ye smiled and said, "It's easy to disappear, but no one will notice it. It's really difficult. After all, the Xiao family is a well-known family."

Xu Mei said: "For this reason, I can afford the price Mr. Ye wants."

Mr. Ye picked up the wine bottle on the side, poured a glass of wine into the glass, dipped a little liquid with his finger, and wrote a number "5" on the table: "Other methods are impossible without knowing it. Whatever exists, there must be traces. Only this ghost is a natural killer."

Every year in the entertainment industry, there are countless entertainers who raise little ghosts and accumulate their yin virtues. They spend a lot of energy and blood to become famous overnight.

Xu Mei looked at the other person's eyes, and then drank the red wine with satisfaction: "Deal."

She didn't want to wait anymore. Xiao Ming ran out of Xiao Li's room. This was the last straw that crushed her, and the boss who was studying abroad was also coming back-now is the best time to get rid of Xiao Li .

Mr. Ye is her good sister, introduced by a famous socialite in the circle. She is from a mysterious background. He does everything neatly every time. No one who gets caught up in his "ghost" will go crazy first and then commit suicide. It looks like a mental illness, which is a better way.

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In the middle of the night, the classroom.

When he returned this time, Xiao Li was used to that feeling, but he was a little worried about whether he would appear in class again-but this time, when he opened his eyes, he had already returned to reality and surrounded him. It is the classroom at night.

Xiao Li took out his mobile phone and showed that the time was close to midnight at 11 o'clock on the day he left school, and he had been in the orphanage for three days.

This time flow rate has changed compared with the first copy of Nandu Girls' School-the difference between the official copy and the new copy?Or does it mean that each copy world will be different?

Xiao Li walked out of the classroom, clicked on the Zheng Yi WeChat account passed before, and typed a line neatly to ask what happened at noon today.

The school gate was closed at this point. If you want to go out, you can only find the guard. Xiao Li found it troublesome and went straight to the wall of the school's back door.

At this point, the driver must have gone back a long time ago. Xiao Li has no feelings for the Xiao family and does not want to call the driver back. There is also a famous aristocratic college nearby, and taxis rarely go to this land—Xiao Lizheng Thinking about it, an orange taxi stopped in front of him.

The driver is a thin man, his eyes are straight ahead, his cheeks are sunken, he is wearing a long-sleeved plaid shirt, his sleeves are rolled up high, the empty car icon in front of the taxi is shining faintly in the dark night, like a ghost fire.

There was a momentary pause in the boy's movements, but soon, he glanced at the empty street, opened the door of the back seat, sat in, and reported the address of Xiao's family while closing the door.

The driver sitting in the front row pressed the empty button down and started to clock in.

The driver was very quiet, without any thoughts of talking to Xiao Li, his two arms kept resting on the steering wheel, calm and steady.

Xiao Li sat in the back seat and turned his head to look at the street view outside the window.

From the school to Xiao’s house, the distance does not pass through the city center, so there are no strange neon lights, only patches of greenery and street lights appearing at intervals.

"Om—" The phone that Xiao Li held in his hand trembled. He opened the screen with his fingertips and found that Zheng Yi had returned his message: [Noon?Nothing happened at noon, didn't you go out at noon, boss?I haven't come back this afternoon. I thought you had something to do and left the ten boxes of mineral water at the school gate.

I went out at noon-it was the illusion created by that supernatural power that prevented him from disappearing in full view?

[Wait, you asked me that, did you go in again...that world?

Xiao Li replied briefly with an "en", and then as if aware of something, he pressed off the phone and raised his eyebrows toward the front.

At this time, the taxi is getting closer and closer to the suburbs.

The scenery outside the window is almost desolate.

After driving for so long, the driver's breathing is still very light, as light as—not breathing at all.

When passing by another dimly yellow street lamp, Xiao Li noticed that more and more spots appeared on the opponent's arm exposed by rolling up the cuffs. On the pale arm, it looked like a corpse spot. Looking at the desolate surroundings, it looked terrifying, if ordinary people saw it, they would immediately ask to stop.

However, in this supernatural taxi, the black-haired boy just glanced briefly, then closed his eyes, his posture was as leisurely as the driver in front was not corpse, but beautify.

The journey is farther, closer to Xiao's house.

But the driver in front of him also began to really change. He turned his head little by little, until his head had turned one hundred and eighty degrees non-human, and he looked back at Xiao Li.

Since I came out, I haven't been back to the small yellow book much, but the doll in Xiao Li's pocket moved his head. Its movements were so subtle that no one noticed it.

Xiao Li raised his eyes and looked at the driver. He glanced at the front window, raised his eyebrows and said, "Drive well and pay attention to the front."

Mr. Ye, who manipulates the driver's soul from afar: "..."

What's wrong with the second young master of the Xiao family?Is the focus now on driving?!Shouldn't it be howling and crying?

The youth’s clear voice fell in the taxi, but the driver didn’t respond. His neck was twisted and he looked at Xiao Li blankly. A wisp of black liquid poured out of his nostrils, followed by Eye sockets, mouth, ears, the liquid dripped from the driver's face into the taxi, bit by bit, splashing water.

Xiao Li couldn't calm down now. He moved his body aside with disgust, avoiding the black liquid on his clothes. However, the driver grinned and stretched out his hand to grab Xiao Li.

He completely let go of the steering wheel, hands hanging to one side.

The taxi lost control and began to sway, the front of the car rubbed against the railings along the road, making a violent rubbing sound.

The strange-looking doll crawled out of the boy's pocket and transformed into a human form in the front passenger seat of the taxi.

The girl who suddenly appeared in the front passenger seat was still dressed very thickly, her expression dumbfounded, her black hair hanging down, she was facing the window of the car, but stretched out one hand to the side and held the driver’s head. His hand extended like plasticine, pressed on the steering wheel, and turned the front of the car back to its normal direction.

At this moment, if there is an opposing car coming in such a scene, the owner is afraid that life will be doubted.

Tan Li looked like a weak girl, but after so many years of feeding a tiger, he became a ghost again, and his shot was not soft.She held the driver's body with one hand, pinched his head, and dragged him out of the driver's seat abruptly!

The girl dragged the driver in front of her, opened her mouth wide, and swallowed the driver in one bite without making a sound.

At the moment Tan Li completely swallowed the driver, her sharp teeth also snapped an invisible thin line, making imperceptible ripples in the air.

Another light flashed from the little yellow notebook, Zhou Ying's head was also empty, and a small figure chased out along the thin line.

Now Mr. Ye, who was manipulating from a distance, could not sit still. He used the spirit of his subordinates to watch the picture on the taxi. This is his habit. Every time he uses the ghost road to kill people, he has to be quiet. Appreciating his masterpieces, especially the scenes of people panicking and begging for mercy, brought him supreme pleasure.

However, as soon as Tan Li appeared, he almost fell from the chair at home-is that a ghost?!This kid from the Xiao family also knows how to control ghosts?Moreover, the female ghost looked real and full of spirituality. It was obviously not a low-level ghost, but a ghost of the climate. If it weren't for her hostility, she might have been included in the list of "great ghosts"!How true is he for many years, spent years in remote villages and funeral homes, and only produced dozens of low-level ghosts and one middle-level ghost. Where did this kid get such a female ghost?!

Is he from a certain family?

Mr. Ye's complexion was cloudy and uncertain. He had a foreboding that he had stabbed out a big basket this time. He jumped up and wanted to ask someone to book a ticket to another province or city. However, he hadn't spoken yet and suddenly felt that he was being held by something at his feet. Living.

He lowered his head. It was a young lady with long bangs. He held Mr. Ye's feet and raised his head: "... Let's play a game together?"

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In the taxi.

Tan Li was already sitting in the driver's seat, putting her hands on the steering wheel like an ordinary human, her expression was still a bit dazed, she didn't seem to know why she was sitting in the car instead of under the car.

She originally wanted to get back into Xiao Li's pocket, but at the time the black-haired boy said "Keep on driving", Tan Li was taken aback for a moment and didn't go back.

When Tan Li was a human being, she couldn’t drive. She became a ghost, so she wouldn’t. Therefore, she just lay stiffly on the steering wheel, moving for a while with her spiritual intuition, bringing the crooked car to the direction of Xiao House. Run away.

She kind of likes the flower balls in Xiao Li's window, and she doesn't know if those flowers have withered after walking for a while.

The girl thought divergently.

And Xiao Li sits in the back seat as steady as a mountain, and he doesn't seem to worry about his newly appointed driver in a car accident. On his knees is a small yellow book spread out: "You... don't want them, OK?I can do all of these. Is it good for the two of us?

And under this line of handwriting, Xiao Li replied stroke by stroke: "No, I have a hobby of collecting."

The author has something to say: The little yellow book is blackened, the little black book.

Little yellow book is green, little green book.

Xiao Huang Ben is shy, Xiao Hong Ben.