C7 The Secret of the Secret

Luo Qingyu had never been so angry before. Her pretty face had turned red. However, I wanted to explain a little. She didn't give me the chance at all. She covered her face and rushed down the stairs.

I also covered my face and stood rooted to the spot. I covered half of my face that was hit.

Damn it, what the heck is this? It was supposed to be a happy date with the goddess, but in the end, he played hide-and-seek with the ghost girl for a long time, and then he was wronged because he saved her. He was really unlucky.

Yaoyao said unhappily, "You don't know what's good for you. Do you want to drag her back and bring her back to justice on the spot?"

What do you mean by 'bring justice on the spot'? I immediately realized that Yaoyao was not pure. With a bitter face, I said, "You don't need to get involved. This kind of saving method is easy to make people misunderstand. Brother, I admit it. Let's go back. "

When they returned to the dormitory, the rain continued to fall. Furthermore, the sky was getting darker and darker, as if it had entered the night. My roommates were playing Landlord next door while I was wearing my underpants to wash my pants. Two days later, I wet my pants. I was drunk too.

It's not too bad to wet my pants. What's worse is that I met a demon and a ghost within two days. How am I supposed to live? Furthermore, this demon refused to leave. What do you think will happen in the future?

Ever since Yaoyao returned, she had been unusually quiet. Until now, there was not a single sound. Since she did not make a sound, I would not dare to provoke her. Otherwise, she would think of apologizing. Who knew that after a short while, there was suddenly a sound of Chi Chi Chi in her ears. The dead Yaoyao seemed to be eating something.

Thus, I couldn't help but ask curiously, "What are you doing?"

"I'm reading a book. "

"[Reading a book?]" I was both angry and amused. "Are you reading a book or reading a book?"

"Do you not eat when you read books? I read while eating watermelons. Hehe. "

I blinked. "Watermelons? Where did the watermelons come from in my body?" When it came to reading books, there were many famous works in my head, including the Golden Bottle Plum and some illustrations.

"I took one from the coffee shop and brought it in"

"What the heck, after eating the watermelon, what about the melon seeds and watermelon skin?" I can't stay calm anymore.

"You'll know when you open your mouth. "

I hurriedly opened my mouth. Hualala! I spat out a piece of melon seeds and watermelon skin. I almost cried. Fortunately, I ate watermelons. If I ate skewers, wouldn't Tie Stake stab me to death? 'He really thinks of me as his own home, bringing everything in. '

Just as she was about to give her a meaningful lesson and ask her to take care of this free apartment, Yaoyao suddenly sniffled again. This time, she did not eat watermelons. She seemed to be crying.

"What is it now?" I thought to myself, Don't tell me you cried while looking at the Golden Bottle Plum? Then your taste is also different.

Yaoyao sobbed and said, "Gui Lee is so tragic. She did not commit suicide but was killed by someone. After she was killed, she was used by bad people to raise blood lipstick. . . "

I was stunned and asked, " You're not watching Eve die, are you? "

"Yeah, what else do you think I'm watching? It's such a huge library, there's not even a small book. " Yaoyao snorted at the end and appeared very unhappy.

Sweat, you have been cultivating for so many years, yet you still read a small book? I have gained some f * cking experience. I asked with doubt, "Didn't this book disappear?"

"Yes, it disappeared, but I managed to save two pages in time. However, the content was too little. It could only be seen that Gui Lee was killed. If he could save the entire book, he would be able to solve this mystery and know who the murderer was. "

I put down the pants in my hands and looked up at the rain outside the window. I thought to myself that Gui Lee really did not commit suicide. Who was worse than a beast and killed this beautiful school belle? Today's rain was also because of the injustice of its death. Was it the tears of the heavens? And I mercilessly scattered its soul, adding injustice to injustice, causing the rain to rain non-stop?

Yaoyao yawned at this time. I could imagine her stretching at the same time. I only heard her say, "The book has been read and the watermelon has been eaten. It is time for us to settle old scores. "

My heart tightened. You damn Yaoyao, why didn't a thousand-year-old dog forget about this old meal? I quickly changed the topic. "Wait, I still have something that I don't understand. "

"What?"

"Do you think Gui Lee is considered to be a very fierce kind of ghost? "

"Fine, why else would it be an evil spirit drawing its lips? Not only is it fierce, it is also very fierce and awesome. " Yaoyao said in a very exaggerated tone.

I scratched my head and said, "I have seen many ghost movies. Even Daoist priests can't deal with this kind of evil spirit. Why can my blood and saliva kill it? Could it be that all ghost movies are randomly taken, and the evil spirit isn't as powerful as I imagined? "

Yaoyao smiled and said, "Ghost movies are not filmed blindly. It is indeed not easy to deal with even Daoist priests. But my method is a Taoism secret technique. The blood and saliva of men are filled with Yang Qis. It can suppress ghosts and devils. However, when it was spat on a ghost's body, it would at most create a bubble. Only when it was spat into the mouth would it be fatal. But. . . Spitting blood alone wouldn't cost him his life. He could only inflict serious damage on it. If he added holy water, The effects would be completely different, immediately causing the ghost's soul to scatter. This secret technique of mine. . . It's a secret art that many people don't know about. "

I blinked my eyes. My brother doesn't know how powerful this secret technique is. Is it as awesome as constipation? But I know you're bullshitting, so I said, "You're a demon, Big Sister. Can we be more professional? Why are we talking about Tao techniques?"

Damn it, a demon knows Tao techniques. Who are you trying to fool?

Yaoyao snorted and said, "I know everything. Do you think I am bragging? When I was a cat, I was a pet raised in a Taoist temple. My master, Taoist Ermei, was awesome. I didn't remember anything, but I remembered everything he had learned in his life. There's still a bunch of small yellow books. Do you want me to tell you? "

Uh, forget it. When I wanted to read them myself, I searched a lot on the Internet. You have to tell me everything before you call me a big hooligan. I'm not that stupid. However, this old Taoist's Dharma name was quite special. He remembered that there was an old Hong Kong film called Eyebrow Elder. He actually called Two Brows, why didn't he call him Erguotou?

Moreover, as a Taoist priest, he also read little yellow books. That should be called a second-rate Taoist priest. Erguotou should be called a hooligan.

I coughed twice and said shamelessly, "I'm a very pure person and I never read little yellow books. Taoist Ermei's magic is indeed powerful. With just a bit of blood, saliva, and urine, he will be invincible. "

Actually, it was a mockery of some lousy secret technique. Using urine was the best. Yaoyao did not hear the implied meaning and said proudly," That's right. This technique is truly invincible. Not only can it kill evil spirits, it is also a piece of cake to wipe away Luo Qingyu's lipstick. We only need to spit a bit on her lips and immediately. . . This. . . Let's continue to settle old scores. "

Damn, she must have said something wrong, right? Damn it, it turns out that you don't even need to use your tongue to lick but you damn Yaoyao is playing with me. I glared and said, "Wait a minute, speak clearly what you just said!"

"Er. . . I suddenly feel very tired. I'm going to sleep. I'll settle the old scores another day. Don't call me when I sleep, or else I will make you suffer. Good night!"

She slipped away quite quickly. Her brother couldn't afford to offend her anyway, so he treated it as a form of repayment.

Yaoyao might have a guilty conscience, so she did not dare to make a sound for the whole day. The next morning, I was sleeping soundly when I was woken up by my roommate, Huang Biao's cry. I sat up and took a look. I saw that all three of my roommates were lying by the window, looking at the red word on the glass.

I rubbed my sleepy eyes and took a closer look. I was immediately shocked because the red word was: Death!

Furthermore, the palm-sized word was as red as blood. Even though it was in the morning sun, it was indescribably strange and frightening.

Yaoyao opened her mouth at this moment. "Blood lipstick, this is written with blood lipstick!"

After hearing this sentence, I couldn't help but have goosebumps all over my body, and my brain also sobered up. Our dormitory is on the third floor, and no one can climb that high. It seems like the blood lipstick really dried it up. But there is one thing I don't understand. A lipstick can fly by itself, and it can even write?