Zhao Qing glanced at Ma Feifei's gloomy face and said, "We had an accident last night."

"You see it, can you tell me in detail?"

Last night, after Xie Juan and I were taken away, Ma Feifei took Zhao Qing and Sun Mingyi back to the inn.

There was no problem at first, but soon after, Ma Feifei suddenly stopped and looked back behind her.

Zhao Qing had also experienced the mission and was immediately alert: "What's wrong, Feifei?"

Ma Feifei shook her head and didn't say anything, but continued to move forward with the two of them.

But after walking for more than ten meters, Ma Feifei stopped again and looked back.

This time, she spoke first: "Have you heard any strange footsteps?"

"Footsteps?" Zhao Qing shook his head and scanned the deserted streets: "I didn't hear it."

Ma Feifei frowned and said to herself: "Did I hear wrongly?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Sun Mingyi, who was shrinking on one side, suddenly raised a hand and said: "I, I heard it, the footsteps were light and heavy, very strange."

Zhao Qing looked at Sun Mingyi's foot, which was only wearing one shoe: "You won't hear your own footsteps, right?"

"Yeah?"

Sun Mingyi took two steps forward in confusion. He deliberately increased his strength, and the sound of light and heavy footsteps sounded in the empty street.

He scratched his head in embarrassment: "It seems to be mine."

"No." Ma Feifei interrupted seriously: "The footsteps are behind us."

At this time, she had already thought of the source of the footsteps.

Sun Mingyi shrank immediately: "Then, what should we do?"

"You two walk in front of me." Ma Feifei pressed the cloth bag with one hand: "Don't stay too far away from me."

Even if she didn't say anything, Zhao Qing and Sun Mingyi would not stay away from her.

The two of them were only walking two meters ahead of her.

This time, after walking a full 50 or 60 meters, Ma Feifei asked them to stop, saying that the footsteps were still behind them and that she needed to arrange something to make them pay attention to their surroundings.

Ma Feifei took out a palm-sized piece of paper from her pocket.

The paper didn't look big, but it was all connected together. After being pulled, it looked like a cordon, and Ma Feifei placed it behind several people.

After everything was done, Ma Feifei asked the two of them to move on.

This time, Ma Feifei didn't ask everyone to stop and walked all the way to the door of the inn.

When I looked back, the white paper cordon was actually burning.

However, Ma Feifei seemed to have expected it. While comforting the two of them that they were fine, she pushed open the door of the inn.

However, after the door was opened, there was actually a person standing in the hall that was supposed to be empty. Next to that person, there was a black coffin.

Ma Feifei and Zhao Qing had met this man before. He was the owner of the paper fire shop.

After seeing a few people, the boss smiled and said: "You are back. I have already made the coffin. Do you need my help loading it?"

Sun Mingyi was frightened by this scene and asked directly: "What are you pretending to be?"

"I'm pretending to be someone else. I don't know who to pretend to be?"

The boss' eyes swept across the three people and settled on Ma Feifei, the smile on his face unchanged.

Ma Feifei was no longer as relaxed as before. She glanced at where she was coming from and said, "No need, I can pretend it myself."

The boss nodded sadly: "Okay, then I'll take my reward away. Goodbye."

After saying that, he walked out directly, but when he passed by Zhao Qing, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhao Qing's hand.

Zhao Qing was scared, and Ma Feifei's response could not be described as unhappy. When the boss seized Zhao Qing, she also grabbed another hand of Zhao Qing.

The boss ignored Zhao Qing, but looked at Ma Feifei, and the smile on his face gradually solidified, as if frozen: "What does it mean for guests?"

In the distance, the footsteps of one high and one low sounded again. Ma Feifei did not talk to the boss. He took out the folded white paper directly from the cloth pocket and hit the boss's face.

It seems that there is no slightest power, soft white paper, gradually becoming stiff in the air, with the sound of wind, like a sharp blade, directly cut the boss's head for half.

The boss still laughed, and he was under the head of the sky, and he said again with the black hair and stinky brain. He said again: "Guest, you don't want to pay for pay.

Ma Feifei ignored it at all. His hands were thrown, and the origami was divided into several portions again. He grabbed Zhao Qing's hand to the boss.

Without any sound, the paper seemed to wear the boss's arm as if it was illusory.

The next moment, the boss's hand was cut directly into a few times, and it fell to the ground, leaving only the palm of his hand and grabbing Zhao Qing's hand.

Although Zhao Qing's face is pale, he can still keep calm.

Sun Mingyi on one side yelled and ran towards the room rented on the second floor.

"return."

Ma Feifei yelled. As soon as he wanted to chase it, he heard Zhao Qing exclaimed.

I saw that Zhao Qing's hand was not connected to the body, but he still pulled Zhao Qing out of the door very hard.

Ma Feifei had to take a shot again.

The place where white paper touched the hand, as if contacting the flame, began to turn black, and burst into green smoke.

Ma Feifei had to take out a piece of white paper again to cover it.

At this time, the boss had picked up the broken arm, and he hugged in his arms, looking at Ma Feifei sighing: "Unfortunately, you can't pretend to be."

After speaking, follow the order, put the broken arm one by one.

Seeing this, Ma Feifei hit the origami again. This time, the whole upper body of the boss was aimed at.

I just hit it, the boss drifted back strangely, and directly from the door of the inn, still looking at Ma Feifei, shook his head and sighed: "Unfortunately, such a good coffin, you can't pretend to be."

Ma Feifei turned in the air, the extended origami hit the door, and closed the door of the inn.

She grabbed the broken hand wrapped in white paper, and touched the white paper and broken hands from Zhao Qing at the same time, and put it into her own cloth pocket: "Quick, go up."

"Go up? There are footsteps on it!"

Zhao Qing shook her head. Just in the panic, she heard a heavy footsteps passing by from them. At this time, the footsteps had already embarked on the stairs.

The sound of footsteps on the wooden staircase is particularly obvious.

Ma Feifei was too late to explain, and ran directly with Zhao Qing's hand and ran up.

Zhao Qing stumbled, like a cloth doll without weight, was pulled up by brute force.

Just when I just walked to the door of the room, I heard the sound of footsteps strangely in the room without opening the door.

Marfei opened the door.

Sun Mingyi wrapped the quilt, trembling on the bed, and beside the bed, in addition to the shoes he wore, there was a shoe that was covered with dirt, and the toes paired on the bed.

Next to, there is a barefoot footprint.


Chapter completed!