"mmd, you Tnn and T won't stand forward, you will resist damage and damage!"

"Don't concentrate on fire. Do nm want BL? If you have the ability, please come to us TB."

In the black store, Ning Meng roared loudly early in the morning. This guy stopped playing mobile games. After Meng Po bought him a notebook, his painting style was significantly upgraded a lot. He would be like howling at night. Fortunately, there were no complaints from households around him.

"It would be a pity if you don't go to be a dJ with your voice."

It is rare that when I woke up in the morning, I saw Ning Meng playing games without saying a few words. Her smiling face like the wind willow catkins made Ning Meng, who was fighting with the mouse, tremble involuntarily.

"Hehe, hehe...sir... it's early."

Ning Meng panicked for a moment, stood up and wanted to greet the Ku Ding who had just entered the door, but she was reluctant to throw the mouse in her hand, and her body froze in place.

"Beginning, where are you here? It's all night?"

"All night? No, no." Ning Meng shook her head like a rattle, "Get up early, yes, I got up earlier today."

"Yeah?"

Pour himself a cup of hot water, and the chef walked behind Ning Meng. After this guy got his laptop, he became obsessed with large-scale battle games. But he was the kind of technical scumbag that could not even make up for his diligence. But I don’t know if it was his loud voice or other voices, but he actually made him into a relatively high-ranking union in the game and was doing well.

Of course, these are not important. What matters is that this guy's thick dark circles show that he has been staying up late for two or three days.

"Sir, don't smile at me, your back is cold."

Finally, Ning Meng, who could not bear the "gentle" treatment of the chef, hurriedly put away the notebook and sat upright in front of the chef.

"If you have something to do, you say, don't laugh. Every time you laugh at me, there will be no good things."

When the chef was stared at, Ning Meng felt uncomfortable all over. Even when she sat on the bench, she felt needles and needles under her butt.

"It's nothing. Go and pick someone up during dinner."

After taking a sip of hot water, the chef gave Ning Meng a phone number. Ning Meng took it in her hand and took a look. She felt that the number seemed to be familiar. After thinking about it for a while, she didn't remember it.

"Who?"

"You should have seen the old seven in the french market."

"That second-door dealer? What is he here?"

Ning Meng naturally knew some of the goods he had traded with Ku Ding, but Lao Qi had never been to the black store. He had always been buying and selling. Ning Meng only went to get goods once, so Ning Meng only knew such a person.

However, when he asked this, the chef stared at him.

"If you ask you to pick it up, you will pick it up. Ask so many questions. Come to our store, are you here to have a meal? Also, after breakfast and go to make up for a nap, your face will be dark. If you stay up late like you, you will not only have to peel off, but also bald in the future."

On the surface, Ning Meng kept nodding to show her understanding, but when the chef Ding entered the kitchen, he murmured in a low voice: "It's good if you're bald, you can become stronger if you're bald."

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In the evening, when the sun sets and the crescent moon rises, Ku Ding takes a pot of hot tea and sits down at the yard. The seemingly ordinary teapot is filled with heat like black smoke, floating like a struggled soul.

The ancient tree in the courtyard, reflected by the moonlight, casts a shadow with its teeth and claws, and is helped by the breeze, swaying like a ghost.

At that time, the clock pointed at 19 o'clock, the black shop creaked at the wooden door in the alley and was pushed open. Lao Qi, who had been showing his smile, was full of sorrow. Ning Meng, who brought him to the scene, pinched her nose, walked to the side of the pot Ding and whispered a few words, and then entered the house.

There was another person behind Lao Qi. He looked thin and thin in outline, and was hunched over. If Lao Qi hadn't supported him, he would have looked like a thin monkey.

"Welcome...light...light...come."

Lao Qi, who entered the door, saw the Butcher sitting there siping tea. Just as he was about to speak, he was shocked by the sudden sound beside him. Then he saw that there was a woman in white gauze next to him, and the black masked her face, but a white background could be seen through the silk.

Already holding a not-so-clean woman, the woman who suddenly appeared scared Lao Qi from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He just wanted to say something, but he kept holding it in his arms, just staring at the woman and not daring to move.

At least he had come into contact with some obscure things, but he actually met recently. He naturally came here to find a chef to solve the problem. However, this woman who came out of the dead corner of her eyes was not comfortable, whether it was a dumb voice or a stiff movement like a corpse. The discomfort arises from the bottom of her heart, making people instinctively refuse, and even her body was so stiff that she could not move because of this rejection.

Just when he didn't know what to do, Lao Qi saw the cook Ding waved to him. In an instant, the resistance in his heart just now disappeared. He breathed a sigh of relief and turned his head to look at the woman. However, there was no figure of a woman. The woman came from hidden and disappeared like a ghost. But under a big tree not far away, there were many bulges like tombstones in the shadows.

After trembling for a while, Lao Qi gritted his teeth and held the hunched companion, walked through a shadow, and walked to the door of the hall, but the road ahead was blocked by Ning Meng.

Ning Meng, who had entered the house, walked out and had a stick as thick as a wrist in her hand. There was no problem with the stick itself. There was only black and red patches on it that made people feel heartbroken. Lao Qi saw so many of them, and the black and red patches were all blood stains that had not been wiped off.

"Seldom people know this place, and most people who know this place cannot enter. Since it is the way our husband pointed out to you, even if you have entered this door and those who can walk into the house can get help from our husband as long as you abide by the rules, but before entering the door, you still have to explain the rules here to you. If you violate these rules, I think you will not know the result."

"Three hikes, three falls, three will not be accepted, ghosts and monsters kneel down, the five immortals and eight monsters do not come to the table, evil ghosts only rub the vegetables, go to the ground, cry at night, life and death must be fixed, demons have good and evil resentment, a bowl of meat, seven wine..."

Ning Meng said to herself, Lao Qi was confused, some understood, some didn't understand at all, but he could only nod and finally helped his friend and walked in.

But Ning Meng still stretched out her stick and stopped the friend he was holding.

"You can go in, he... can't."

Ning Meng's voice was very serious. This was not his usual style. He stared at Lao Qi's friend and smelled a stinking smell coming out of him. If he was a familiar person, he would know that it was the smell of the rotten body.
Chapter completed!