"In other words, I want a man to be my knife and use him to kill.
"And you become."
Poplar seems to have a new bad taste.
"One more thing, you know" "You've done your job, but you're still going to die."
Guan Pan looked at him blankly.
"In fact, it's like big fish eating small fish, and small fish eating dried shrimp."
"You killed Shekang, and I borrowed you to kill Shekang, so I killed Shekang, and you didn't."
"If you're in the afternoon slot, I'm probably out of line."
"So you died in vain."
"I still believe in you so much."
Guan Pan already believed what Liu Yang said.
Because she didn't receive a blank message.
"Also, you have to understand that I didn't kill him."
"It's you, it's you who killed him, whether it's with your own hands or premeditated, it's you."
"It's a pity that in the end you don't have anything."
He smiled.
Liu Yang's bad taste seems to have been greatly satisfied.
He turned, ready to leave.
"Who are you?"
Holding the cold corpse, Guan Pan asked blankly.
This sentence made Liu Yang feel surprised for a while, and at the same time confused.
"What do you mean, it shouldn't be stupid, I'm me."
Liu Yang was secretly on guard.
"No, you're not, I'm asking you."
"It's not your people, it's you."
"I" Liu Yang's eyes were dark colors.
"You're not Liu Yang, where did he go" Guan Pan's godless eyes looked at him.
"You're someone else." he Without you, So cold-hearted.
Liu Yang looked into his eyes and fell into deep thought, as if he had entered a whirlpool.
"Yes, I'm not him."
He smiled.
Then, he fell.
When he woke up, he looked at the cold corpse that Guan Pan was hugging.
I want to speak.
But Guan Pan stared at him.
The cruel eyes and the icy words pierced his heart.
With hatred "I Hate You" Even if you're not him Then she collapsed, bleeding all over the ground.
It turned out that the vein had already cracked open the moment Liu Yang fell.
Liu Yang hurriedly ran in front of her, her mind in confusion.
Why is this happening.
Why did Guan Pan hold a corpse and cry bitterly.
Why did Guan Pan cut his veins?
Why is my heart cold and boiling.
He didn't know what was going on Then he hugged her, rushed out of the chaotic door, and took a taxi.
Originally, the master didn't want to take them.
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But Liu Yang threw a bloody iron rod from his body.
Viciously threatened that if he didn't pick them up, he would do the same.
The master of the taxi agreed in horror, wanting to send the two plague gods away as soon as possible.
Where to go the master asked.
"Destiny Hall."
It was the fortune teller's quarters.
In fact, Liu Yang didn't know why he didn't send her to the hospital.
But in his heart, he thought that the fortune teller could do it.
There was also a cold corpse lying in the amusement park.
The rain from the sky was still falling on him.
On the empty ground, he was the only one left.
No one knows if he is dead or alive.
The crowd that fled around, no one would notice.
It's like a table and chair that falls down, and he won't help it.
The child cried and no one cared.
Someone falls, and no one looks.
There is only one difference between heaven and hell.
Person.
To live is heaven, and to die is to hell.
Laughter is heaven, crying is hell.
He laughs and cries at the doorway of hell to heaven.
He cried and laughed at his people, and he was at the gates of heaven to hell.
Since then, there have been no words.
After arriving at the place, Liu Yang hurriedly hugged Guan Pan and got out of the car.
He noticed that the door of the Fortune Hall was not closed, as if he knew that the door would never be closed.
As long as he is in trouble, this door will open.
It's like knowing he's coming.
Liu Yang rushed into the house impatiently, and the moment he ran through the middle courtyard, he heard a burst of tears.
When he got inside, the old fortune teller was sitting on a chair with two candles placed on top of him.
White.
There is a round plaque on the wall. settle He looked around in amazement, and the white silk was already hung up.
Flying in the air, it was like the shadow of a female ghost beckoning to him.
"What, what's wrong?"
He looked at the old fortune teller.
The old fortune teller didn't pay any attention to him.
In the center of the table is a brazier.
He threw a hanging of hanging paper money into it.
Looking at the fire core inside, it is sometimes big and sometimes small.
"Don't speak, you're paying respects."
The old voice pulled Liu Yang back.
"Who's the memorial?"
The old fortune teller glanced back at him.
But Liu Yang clearly knew that he was not looking at himself, but the one he was holding in his arms.
"She," Liu Yang asked.
The old fortune teller nodded noncommittally.
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"Nope" "She's not dead yet" "It's not dead, you sent her to me, then why don't you go to the hospital" "You can save her."
"I'm a fortune teller, not a doctor."
The fortune teller's faint tone made Liu Yang feel panicked.
Not even his most important trump card could save her.
It's as if the treasure that I have hidden for a long time is useless after taking it out.
"What's more, he was killed by a ghost."
The fortune teller's vicissitudes of life looked at Liu Yang and passed through his body, as if he was looking at the past.
"You want the people who were killed by the Grim Reaper to come back to life" "You want to save people under the scythe of death" "You want to go and fight the Grim Reaper" The three questions of the fortune teller tightly oppressed Liu Yang.
"Give it up, since ancient times, no one has been able to snatch a living person from under the sickle of death."
Liu Yang looked at him silently.
"He's not a god."
It took a long time to hold back a sentence.
"He's a ghost."
"Dead Ghost" Looking at the fortune teller, the light in his eyes sparkled.
The old fortune teller looked at him like this.
I couldn't help but laugh.
Touching his beard that doesn't exist.
He nodded in satisfaction.
"Yes, he's not a grim reaper, just a ghost, a dead ghost" "A dead ghost, what's so terrible?"
Liu Yang listened to it in a fog, and still didn't understand whether the fortune teller old man would make a move.
The old fortune teller waved his hand at him and asked him to drag people outside into the house.
Liu Yang followed the fortune teller and walked outside the house.
The old fortune teller led him towards the door that had been tightly sealed.
This is the third door, Liu Yang watched.
I couldn't help but ask, "Why do you have to keep every door closed?"
” The old fortune teller picked up a key and opened the lock.
He knew that Liu Yang would ask like this, and it seemed that he had already had a procrastination.
"Because there's no one living in it, there's no one living in it, so why don't you keep it closed?"
With a creak, the door was pushed open.
Liu Yang walked forward, and the fortune teller went to turn on the lights.
Not long after walking, Liu Yang kicked a very hard thing.
Just thinking about something, suddenly, the light flashed and lit up.
It's actually a coffin The large black coffin was placed in the center of the room, with its head facing the doorway.
What he wanted to do Could it be that Guan Pan was really buried.
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