Otherworldly Merchant

The Cold Family is not a small family, since they can manipulate the whole western pussy circle, there must be something unique about them!

Since Cold Rushuang is a candidate for Childhood Patriarch, he is certainly not weak.

On the way with my companion, I secretly observed her for a long time, she was cold and hot outside, doing very old things, and followed by a man with extremely high kung fu sunglasses.

I didn't know much about the Tianshan Leng family. I was curious about the situation of their family. Aren't they all choosing men as patriarchs? Why would Cold House pick a woman?

It's just a pity that I don't talk most of the time, or play with the golden compass in my hand or keep my eyes closed, and the sunglasses man is more like a dumb guy, holding me up almost spitting blood all the way down the road. I began to miss Li Mazi immensely. Although he talked a lot, he could at least relieve the boredom.

This day we crossed the Yangtze River to Tongling City.

Tongling has a long history. It is renowned for its copper and is a bronze capital of China. It has been mining copper mines for more than 3,000 years. After entering the city, the frost rarely asks: “Zhang Dazhang cabinet, most of the shady things we touch are bronze utensils, guess how many are made of copper from a copper mausoleum? ”

I couldn't handle her jokes. I couldn't easily see the city's bright lights at the moment. I just wanted to find a hotel and wash away the sour smell. Most of these days are busy on the road and live in small, isolated villages and towns, with very difficult conditions and limited drinking water, let alone bathing.

Fortunately, I was able to connect with the cold feelings. After coming to Tongling, I found a nice hotel without saying anything. Each room was washed first. Smell the fragrance of shower gel coming out of my body, so I feel alive.

After washing up the men with frost and sunglasses, we searched downstairs for a restaurant to protest for a long time, and three people surrounded themselves with hot pots.

After eating and drinking, I asked Cold Frost: "Which way are we going next? - Your golden compass is reliable. - No, you can't go the wrong way, can you? ”

After traveling with Cold Frost, I realized that her heirloom seemed too old to be particularly useful and often led us off the road. Once, for example, there was already a river ahead of us, but it insisted that we move forward, didn't it force us to kill ourselves?

Cold as a frosty face red: “Next...”

She pulled out the gold compass to look at it and suddenly frowned and said: "Huh! There is a shady thing nearby and it is not of low grade, it seems like it is still very powerful. ”

I looked around, pointing to the hot pot: “If you're talking about a shady thing, I'm going to break up with you. ”

“Don't be ridiculous.” Cold as a frost, "he said earnestly," right around the corner! ”

I didn't see her as a joke, and I was alert immediately, and I watched her everywhere and I didn't feel anything was wrong. Now that the meal is over, there are not many people in the hot pot shop, and several of the guests at the next table are already drunk, it doesn't look like they are being controlled by the shadows.

Cold as frost picked up the gold compass and left the hot pot store without returning, the sunglasses man silently followed out.

Shit, these guys didn't do this on purpose to make me pay, did they?

I paid the bill by biting my teeth and rushed out. As a result, I went nowhere and went straight back to the hotel, which added to my feeling of being deceived.

I followed their steps with great discomfort, and the strange thing is that instead of going back to my room, I took the elevator straight to the seventh floor.

The seventh floor is quiet at the moment, with a strange quiet smell of mold in the air.

At this moment, a middle-aged woman is twisting a door, her hair is scattered, she looks like a nervous person, it's like being haunted by a ghost.

I glanced at me in a cold and vigilant way, and I carefully weighed it and found that the heel of my middle-aged mother was sticking up.

Generally, people who hang themselves don't have heels on the ground because they suffer too much before they die and their feet slip everywhere. Looks like a hanging ghost should be attached to a middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged lady slammed the door, and a man's confused voice came from the door: “In the middle of the night, who? ”

The middle-aged lady didn't answer, she was just numb and clutching the door.

Soon there was the sound of the door opening, and the middle-aged lady laughed and took a glittering fruit knife out of her bag. Murder was about to happen. The sunglasses man rushed up the first time after obtaining a cold and frosty order. He kicked his middle-aged aunt in the air, and the fruit knife in his hand popped out.

The sunglasses guy didn't have the slightest respect for the elderly and loved children. He hit the middle aged lady with three punches and two legs, and then...

Riding on her, she held her mouth with her hands to prevent her from biting her tongue.

Soon after the door came out a man with only big slits on his pants, and he saw the scene in front of him, and he said, "Who are you? What are you looking for? I'll call the police in the middle of the night. ”

Cold as frost came to check on the middle-aged lady and said: "It is controlled, but oddly enough, it is not upper body. It seems that this ghost is a little bit of a walker and can remotely manipulate other people's thoughts. ”

And I was like, "What are you talking about, this waitress being haunted by ghosts? Is that the woman who came to see me? Why did I run to the copper mausoleum and still refuse to let me go? ”

That woman?

When I read my mind, I immediately realized what secrets might be hidden from the man with the big pants, and now I walked into his room with a big grin.

This is a very ordinary hotel bakery with dirty clothes all over the bed and a man taking them off at first glance. The man with the big pants was terribly scared that we didn't invite him, and he stumbled and asked, “Who are you? What the hell is going on? ”

My eyes searched through the room and ended up on a toolkit in the corner, and my instincts told me that there was a dead man's urn hidden in that toolkit!