Chapter 353 Wilderness Melody

"Hmm~"

Jiang Xiao raised his eyebrows and at the same time focused his attention on the Daku night watchman.

When he was eating last night, he realized that this guy was definitely not weak. Looking at his posture now, he must have guessed it right.

After many attempts, Jiang Xiao couldn't find a suitable opportunity to take action.

He has not received professional training, which can be seen in Vice City. His control of strength is not even as good as Mu Xitang's fight with the famous old woman.

Although the little pink-haired girl talks a lot, her posture is really impressive.

In comparison, Jiang Xiao purely relied on brute force and used a set of Wang Ba Fist repeatedly. As for the Taomu Sword,

This night watchman didn't feel weird to Jiang Xiao, and Taomu Sword shouldn't be a problem.

Jiang Xiao's eyes became sharp, he clenched his fists, inspected the night watchman's posture and temperament, and explored his possible weaknesses.

The night watchman stood there. Although his body was thin, he looked like an unreachable mountain, and he looked particularly calm.

The surrounding air seemed to be filled with tension from both sides, and even Bao Lebin, who had been talking endlessly, closed his mouth nervously at this moment.

His eyes flicked back and forth between the two of them uneasily, and he obviously felt something ominous about to break out.

In comparison, the night watchman was actually more calm than Jiang Xiao.

"Boy, stop dawdling, do it quickly, don't let everyone down."

At this moment, Jiang Xiao and the night watchman were only three steps apart, and the air seemed to be frozen, so quiet that you could hear the sound of the heartbeat.

Jiang Xiao's eyes caught a glimpse of the night watchman's footsteps adjusting slightly, take action!

Knowing that his bastard punch might not be good enough, but he still had his speed and flexibility, at this flash of lightning, Jiang Xiao rushed forward and punched the night watchman on the side of his face.

However, the night watchman seemed to have expected this move. He turned his body slightly to one side, and Jiang Xiao's fist missed him.

Immediately afterwards, the night watchman punched Jiang Xiao in the chest with a backhand, the speed was beyond Jiang Xiao's expectation.

Jiang Xiao took a few steps back, barely dodging the heavy blow, and secretly groaned in his heart. The strength of this night watchman far exceeded expectations. His moves were simple and efficient, and every punch and kick was full of murderous intent and strength.

Time seemed to have stopped, and every interaction between the two parties seemed extremely tense.

Jiang Xiao relied entirely on his own heaven-defying physique, and the night watchman was indeed the one who had the courage to help the curator stop Jiang Xiao. He looked like Lian Jiazi at first glance.

The two gradually discovered that it was difficult to tell the winner in such close combat.

Jiang Xiao's persistence and the night watchman's calmness created a delicate balance. As their fists and feet intertwined, a glimmer of mutual recognition flashed in their eyes.

"Okay, if I train you for a few more years, I may not be your opponent."

The night watchman's tone was full of surprise, and the arms and legs that had touched Jiang Xiao were aching.

He couldn't help but wonder if this kid's body was made of iron?

Jiang Xiao, on the other hand, remained silent.

He has an A-level regeneration talent. In terms of sustainability, even this paralyzed man can't compare to him.

but.

Now he is in no mood to argue with the other party. He just wants to leave this weird story as soon as possible.

In addition to the paralyzed night watchman, there is also a pig-headed curator who is eyeing him eagerly.

I couldn't help but shake my head and smile bitterly.

I thought I would never be able to use Bai Liu's power in this life.

Bailiu's Blessing (X-rated)

Just when Jiang Xiao was about to take action, the curator suddenly laughed. The smile broke the tense atmosphere. The volume was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Okay, okay, let's stop here." The curator said leisurely and waved to Jiang Xiao, "Jiang Xiao, you are really a difficult guy, but I appreciate your courage and tenacity. Let’s do this, if you really want to leave, I’ll give you a chance.”

Jiang Xiao stared at the curator closely, with a light of distrust in his eyes. He knew that this so-called [opportunity] was probably another trap.

"Okay, tell me, what do you want me to do?" Jiang Xiao said coldly, trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart.

The director waved his hand, beckoning the surrounding employees to disperse, and smiled slightly: "It's very simple. Check the thing that is always outside the window of our funeral home. It has been looking out the window. The ghost is still there. It has been causing trouble for many days. Can you Find out its origin and bring clues to it, and I will let you go.”

"That's what the grimace outside the dead window requires?" Jiang Xiao was puzzled.

He has only been here for a day and has seen this guy twice.

However, the first time in the evening was obviously a fake, and after being exposed by him, he ran away in anger.

The second time was last night, but the dormitory window couldn't be opened, so Jiang Xiao couldn't be sure if they were the same person.

The curator nodded, as if he knew the suspicion in Jiang Xiao's heart.

"Don't underestimate this task. It's far more difficult than you think. Many people have tried it, but no one has been able to find out the truth."

After a pause, the curator added.

"Of course, you can choose other ways to leave, but I want to explain to you that even if you have the strength to kill me and the night watchman, you cannot call the vehicles outside to pick you up."

Jiang Xiao was silent for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

The reason why he didn't use force was because he couldn't find a reason why the curator wouldn't let him leave. Therefore, this pig head probably didn't lie. If he wanted to have a car to pick him up, he would have to work here for ten years.

It is impossible for him to have such patience.

When night fell, Jiang Xiao stood at the window, waiting closely for the other party's arrival. To be precise, he had been here for a whole day, but his big face never appeared again.

Maybe it's a coincidence, maybe I feel a call from somewhere, or maybe it's to complete the daily "check in at the window" task.

When Bao Lebin came over to call Jiang Xiao to have dinner.

The grimace that seemed to be bleeding from the corners of his eyes suddenly appeared!

Jiang Xiao's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were as sharp as knives.

He began to investigate the surrounding environment and observed the pattern and frequency of the appearance of the ghost face. Whenever the night wind roared, the ghost face would flicker and appear outside the window, which seemed to be somehow related to the sound of the wind.

It seemed that he realized that the guy with the mahogany sword on his back was not easy to mess with. After playing the card, the ghostly face floated away into the distance.

Can't delay!

As the saying goes, soldiers are expensive and quick!

Jiang Xiao opened the window directly, and his body flashed and disappeared into the darkness like a ghost.

The curator and night watchman stared motionlessly at Jiang Xiao's back in the hall, waiting for the result.

The wilderness was silent, and Jiang Xiao seemed to blend into the night, moving nimbly around the funeral home.

And that's when he discovered it.

It looks like a normal wilderness during the day, but at this time, there are tombstones everywhere.

Listening to the howling of the cold wind that kept echoing in his ears, Jiang Xiao held his breath and pushed his senses to their limits, trying to capture traces of that grimace.

Suddenly, a sound that did not fit the night wind entered Jiang Xiao's ears.

It was crying, accompanied by the melody of singing, floating from the direction of the ancient willow tree south of the funeral home. His mind moved, and he vaguely guessed that the origin of this grimace was related to the sound of crying songs.

Jiang Xiao moved quietly following the singing, and the scene in front of him gradually became weird. The tombstones around him seemed to be telling him unknown stories.

The crying song became clearer and clearer, and he could already distinguish the trembling of every note.

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The bad guy's ax now leaned against the bar, its wood polished smooth by the man's calls.