626: C626 Phantom Hand

C626 Phantom Hand

There was someone behind the door.

As soon as Haolian Yanyue entered the bedroom, her sixth sense sent a warning signal to her, causing her pupils to contract.

Only she was allowed to enter her bedroom. No one, including Han Zekai, was allowed to enter.

Haolian Yanyue reacted the fastest when she sensed danger from behind like a viper. She turned around, raised the bottle of wine and smashed it against the back of the door.

There was indeed someone!

When the wine bottle smashed down, mixed with the sound of the wind, Haolian Yanyue only saw a white shadow flash before her, and the wine bottle heavily crashed onto the ground.

Before the sound of the bottle breaking was heard, Haolian Yanyue had already turned around. The wine cup in her right hand shot out like a bolt of lightning, and with a faint whistling sound, it flew towards a white shadow that had already floated to the middle of the bedroom.

The white shadow seemed to sway for a moment, and the wine glass stopped in the air, or perhaps it could be said that it was gripped by two fingers.

Haolian Yanyue's gaze was instantly attracted by this hand.

What kind of hand was this?

Even those with the best appetite would vomit after seeing this hand. Making the word "nightmare" for half a month seemed like a beautiful adjective for this hand. Other than a layer of pale skin covering the hand, there was no difference between the hand and a skeleton.

If a single hand could be so terrifying, then what kind of terrifying appearance would the owner of the hand have?

Haolian Yanyue subconsciously retreated, but after that she stopped. Her tensed nerves instantly relaxed, and she walked back into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. She stared at White-robed Man's Xiong Quan and said indifferently: "The next time you are here, you better inform me in advance. "I am a coward, it would not be good if I could hurt you in times of danger."

"You really want to hurt me, but unfortunately, you don't have that kind of ability."

It was a woman's voice. The voice was pleasant to hear, melodious and clear.

If it was just her voice, he would have thought that she was a young girl around seventeen or eighteen years old. However, her voice carried a hint of sinister intent.

"You can always dodge bullets?"

The corners of Haolian Yanyue's mouth curled up as she raised her head to look at the woman.

The woman in the middle of the bedroom wasn't too tall, about 1.65 meters tall. She wore a white robe, and her white hair was casually scattered behind her head. Her pale face was expressionless, but her eyes followed the movement of her eyeballs, occasionally emitting a sharp luster.

If it was anyone else who saw the woman's hand holding the wine cup, they would definitely think that she had a figure like a hemp stick. Although she was extremely thin, she actually wasn't like that.

How could a woman with such a decent figure possibly have ghost-like hands?

Haolian Yanyue also wanted to know the answer. Actually, she wanted to know more about this woman who was known as the 'Ghost Hand Magic Ji'.

The reason why the Ghost Hand Magic Ji's face was expressionless was because she was wearing a mask.

The Ghost Hand Magic Queen looked at the wine cup in her hand, and paced back and forth a few steps, before asking, "So far, you have ambushed me a total of seven times, and five of them were using firearms. I believe you should know best whether I can dodge the bullet or not. "

Haolian Yanyue lowered her gaze, looking at the bamboo flute on the demoness' waist, sighed and said, "Ai, you're right. I still can't figure out how a person can be faster than a bullet. "

"That's because I'm not human at all. I'm the Ghost Hand Magic Ji."

The Ghost Hand Magic Queen waved her right hand and the wine cup in her hand flew to the cabinet beside the window. After slightly shaking it a few times, it stopped moving.

Haolian Yanyue walked to the window and sat down, looking at the glass. "I'm not sure if he has the item, or if I don't have enough reason to search the place where he's hiding …" He's not an ordinary man, you know. If I'm here to be tough, there's no meaning other than exposing myself. "

"The thing is definitely in his hands. At the very least, Sun Tianyang's scripture book is in his hands."

As the Ghost Hand Magic Queen spoke, she waved her left hand, and a white ball flew towards Haolian Yanyue.

Haolian Yanyue raised her hand to grab the ball. It was a ball of paper.

The ghost hand girl's voice sounded, "There's a change in the plan. From now on, we'll follow the orders from above."

Haolian Yanyue opened the paper and glanced at it. She tore it into pieces and placed it in an ashtray on the cabinet. Then, she started the fire.

The piece of paper must have undergone some special treatment. After it was ignited by the fire engine, like gunpowder from a firecracker, it suddenly ignited into a ball of flame and then disappeared. Only a layer of white marks appeared in the ashtray, but not a single trace of ashes remained.

After seeing Haolian Yanyue burn the piece of paper with her own eyes, the Ghost Hand Witch Queen turned around and walked towards the door.

"Wait, I have a question to ask you."

Just as she reached the door, Haolian Yanyue suddenly asked, "I want to know who was that old monk that I tried to assassinate."

The Ghost Hand Demoness turned around and looked at Haolian Yanyue's lower abdomen, and said indifferently: "I can tell you this because you were stabbed with a bamboo strip on your lower abdomen. That old monk was Palace Master of Middle Palace, and his name was Honest Monk. "He also has another identity, Living Buddha Kayang, who is active in the northern border."

"What, he's a Palace Master of Middle Palace? The Palace Master of Middle Palace is actually Living Buddha Kayang? "

Haolian Yanyue was shocked and sat up from the window with a look of disbelief on her face.

Haolian Yanyue already knew that Living Buddha Kayang had died in the great earthquake in the Mengal of the prairie.

Living Buddha Kayang's death in the earthquake wasn't anything strange. After all, not everyone's luck was as good as Gao Fei's and Tieh Tu's. They were able to survive the earthquake.

However, she was surprised to find out that the legendary Master of Middle Palace was the old monk that she had assassinated.

"Anything is possible."

Ghost Hand Magic Ji used an advertisement slogan that everyone knew, and after saying that, he even laughed.

Haolian Yanyue was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Since he is a Palace Master of Middle Palace, then why did we still assassinate him?"

The demoness replied coldly, "That is not something you should ask."

"Then can I ask you another question?"

Without waiting for the Ghost Hand Magic Ji to say anything, Haolian Yanyue asked, "Are you not confident in dealing with Gao Fei?"

Witch narrowed her eyes and slowly said: "If I wanted to kill him, thirty Gao Fei would also be dead."

"Because of what he has on him?"

"That's not something you should ask."

The Ghost Hand Magic Ji replied to Haolian Yanyue again, and without waiting for her reply, opened the door and walked out.

Haolian Yanyue then stood up and quickly walked to the door, opening it to look at the living room below. The living room below was empty, the door and windows were all closed, but the Phantom Hand's person was nowhere to be seen.

She didn't go out to search. She closed the door behind her and went to the hanging closet under the south wall and opened it.

Inside the hanging closet was a notebook. The screen was divided into eight smaller screens, each facing the door, the window, and even the passageway under the stairs.

On the screen, Haolian Yanyue could see the Ghost Hand Witch walk out of her bedroom and turn right towards the stairs.

Then, Haolian Yanyue should have seen her walking down the stairs, but in reality, she didn't even see a shadow. It was as if the Demonic Hand had disappeared into thin air after passing by the camera at the entrance to her bedroom.

"She must have fooled the camera somehow."

Haolian Yanyue let out a sigh of relief and closed the cabinet door. She walked to the window and closed the curtain before pulling open the cabinet and taking out a box from inside.

Inside the box, there was a small cell phone. It was brand-new and had never been used before.1

Haolian Yanyue turned on the phone, and when the signal source appeared in the upper right corner of the screen, she quickly dialed a number.

A few seconds later, someone answered the phone, but no one spoke.

Haolian Yanyue didn't even ask if there was anyone over there, and directly said: "At one in the afternoon, I went to the Sunset Restaurant to find Gao Fei … After returning, the Ghost Hand Magic Ji was waiting for me in my bedroom and gave me a new mission. "

The person on the other side still did not speak.

Haolian Yanyue stared at the time of the call. After the other party was silent for more than ten seconds, she decisively pressed down the button on the phone. She then deleted the call log and shut down the phone.

"Brother Jack isn't lying to me, is he? He's going to have a formal job? Furthermore, it was with a monthly salary of over ten thousand and the reward was also counted separately … "Heh, he must be bragging again. Ever since he was young, he's always been bragging."

Zhang Mao was a taxi driver, and the taxi belonged to Jinnan Platinum Leasing Company.

Zhang Mao was driving this car in partnership with someone else, or rather, he was working for the owner of the car: the owner drove the night shift, he drove the white shift, from 6 am to 6 pm, he took care of himself for 12 hours, he paid the owner a rental fee of 180 kicks every day, he worked hard for a month, and he could probably earn 4 or 5 thousand kicks.

Earning four to five thousand yuan early in the morning was enough for a country bumpkin like Zhang Mao. He didn't believe that Chen Dabiao, who was also born with a dirty leg, would find a job with a monthly salary of over ten thousand yuan and a bonus of that kind, unless it was just a dream.

Zhang Mao had long known about Chen Dabiao going to the detention center a few days ago. After the incident, he sent ten thousand yuan to his cousin.

This was all he could do. He wasn't rich, and he didn't care in the city.

Zhang Mao received a call from his cousin last night.

Chen Dabiao told Zhang Mao that he was out now and had found a good job.

He also said that his boss was very good to him and gave him a few recruitment slots, so he asked Zhang Mao if he wanted to work with him.

To be honest, Zhang Mao didn't believe that his cousin would have that kind of luck, but he could go and see him tomorrow.

The business today was not doing well, as the income was not even half of his usual. Zhang Mao was a bit anxious, hoping to receive a 'big deal'.

Glancing at the oil gauge, Zhang Mao shook his head and temporarily threw the matter about his cousin out of his mind. He prayed that the heavens were merciful. Maybe the heavens really heard Zhang Mao's prayer.

"Hello, may I ask where you are going …"

Zhang Mao stopped the car and turned around to face the woman in white who opened the car door. Just as he said that, his mind buzzed: "Heavens, is this the hand of a ghost?" So scary!

"To Peace Square."

The woman in white closed the car door and lifted her hand to comb her jet-black hair. Seeing Zhang Mao staring at her hand, she reached out her hand in confusion. She waved it in front of his eyes and asked, "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

The woman's fingers were slender and delicate, just like the fingers of a piano girl.

"Oh, nothing, nothing. I was a bit distracted just now. Hehe, take a seat and drive."

Zhang Mao blinked with all his might. He thought to himself as he turned around and started the car: "F * ck, it's just a young age."

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