Zhang Qiang soliloquize, call the feet and walked to the lake.

After a while, he plunged into the lake.

The lake didn't ripple, and he seemed to be instantly immersed in the water.

I saw it in my eyes and took a long breath.

Little brother outside this way really works, otherwise it must be recognized by Zhang Qiang, the drowned ghost.

At this point, I was the only one left in the whole pavilion.

But I dare not have the slightest relaxation and slack.

Because I don't know if that ghost Zhang Qiang will come back for me.

If I am really recognized, even if I dare to throw caution to the wind, I can't guarantee that I have a chance to live.

It's been raining, so I have to squat in the gazebo.

Eyes wide open, constantly alert around.

In this way, I stayed on tenterhooks until dawn.

At this time, the rain stopped after a night, and I was ready to get up and leave.

I've been squatting all night, and my whole body hurts.

Stretched out and walked outside the pavilion.

But I just walked out of the pavilion, and the white porcelain bowl in my hand was "clicked" without warning, and it was broken directly in my hand.

The porcelain was shattered all over the floor.

"How broken!"

I looked at the porcelain tiles all over the floor and said in disbelief.

If I hadn't used this white porcelain bowl as a weapon last night, I would have stopped those dirty things in the gazebo who tried to grab my clothes.

This book's true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.

But now, the white porcelain bowl suddenly broke.

I lost another great ability to protect myself.

What should I do if that boy Zhang Qiang comes to see me again tonight?

Thinking about it, I became a little worried.

As I walked forward, I thought about countermeasures.

Leave the city early in the morning? Go back to your hometown and hide?

You can hide for a while, but not for a lifetime.

Who knows if he will follow.

I was lucky enough to avoid it tonight, but I may not be so lucky afterwards ...

If you want long-term peace, that is to solve problems and problems.

Either send Zhang Qiang away or send him to the west.

But I can't deal with this drowning ghost on my own.

I have to find someone.

Find someone with real skills.

But in my circle of friends, there is no such person.

I can't guarantee whether there are people with real skills in Fengshui Street.

I feel that the only person who knows what to do may be the uncle who sold squid yesterday.

Thinking of this, I decided to go to see him again today.

Besides, he also said that if I can get back alive today, he will accept this coin from me.

The subtext may also mean that you want to help me ...

However, the vendors in Ximen Street will only set up their stalls in the afternoon.

So it's no use going there in the morning. I'm going to find a place to rest.

I dragged my tired body and left the People's Park.

School and dormitory, I dare not go back now.

I had breakfast nearby and found a very cheap small hotel.

Borrowed a mobile phone charger from the front desk and went back to my room.

However, when I took off my clothes and prepared to wash, I was surprised to find that.

My face is not only ugly, but also white.

Even on the body, there are many ecchymosis inexplicably.

Piece by piece, on the chest, back, thighs and arms.

The appearance of ecchymosis is basically a patchy lesion caused by bleeding of skin and mucosa.

But I just squatted in the gazebo all night last night. Why did I get ecchymosis all over?

I checked myself in fear.

But the more I looked at it, the more wrong it was. I found that the ecchymosis on my body was not normal purple-blue.

But the lividity on the dead body, dark red and black.

Overnight, I suddenly appeared abnormal, which made me even more flustered.

I can feel that my physical condition is changing rapidly.

And this change is not its own pathology, and it must be related to those dirty things.

If we don't solve this problem.

I feel that even if I am not killed by dirty things, I will die suddenly because of some circumstances.

I took a bath and lay in bed thinking about what happened these days.

All this has something to do with this coin in my hand.

The color of the coin, which becomes darker than yesterday and can't be erased.

Squid master said it was called "ghost money"

I also searched online, and there was no relevant introduction.

But listening to this name is definitely not a good thing.

If it all turns black, maybe I'll die ...

I feel sleepy as I think about it.

Before long, I also fell asleep.

By the time I was awakened by the alarm clock, it was already half past three in the afternoon.

The vendors in Ximen Street started to set up stalls at four o'clock.

So I have to hurry.

When I went out, I took another look at the bruises on my body.

The area has increased, and it's scary to take off your clothes.

And there are some tiny ecchymosis on the neck.

It doesn't hurt or itch, but it's definitely not normal.

I took a few deep breaths to make myself less anxious.

Take the blackened coin and leave the hotel in a hurry.

By the time I arrived at the west gate of the school, the vendors had arrived one after another.

But I searched the street twice, but I didn't see the uncle who sold squid last night.

I wonder if this uncle should close his shop today and finish his calf.

A deep voice behind me:

"Boy, you're not dead yet?"

Hearing this voice, my heart gave a shudder and I hurried back.

This look, I saw the uncle who sold squid.

Looking at me while eating squid.

Uncle!'

I cried out in surprise.

Uncle squid looked me up and down.

With bamboo stick will play into the trash can, said to me:

"Your boy life is quite big, was still alive.

My booth is over here. Come with me! "