"Snapped!"

He turned off the light and fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Yuanqing was awakened by a long-lost headache. Messy pictures flashed through his mind quickly, and his ears were filled with meaningless noises.

Many of these pictures are memory fragments accumulated by Wenling after becoming the God of Night Tour.

Since he became a spiritual practitioner, as his physique strengthened, he gradually bid farewell to the trouble of headaches, so much so that he forgot to take medicine as prescribed.

Zhang Yuanqing endured the pain like a cracked skull, opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out the small medicine bottle, poured out five or six blue pills, Guotu swallowed

Then he threw himself on the bed and waited for the headache to pass. "Boom!"

At this time, he heard a knock on the door.

Who is knocking on the door at night, Jiang Yubai? Zhang Yuanqing endured the pain and sat up, alerting the electronic alarm clock on the bedside table, the time display: 00:00

Twelve midnight.

"Final boom!"

The knock on the door rang again, with exactly the same rhythm as before, and the intervals were exactly the same.

It's hard to imagine that people can control the rhythm to such a fine level. Is it my aunt? Zhang Yuanqing had a splitting headache and his mind was muddled. He was about to get out of bed and open the door. The moment he lifted the quilt, his body froze.

It suddenly occurred to him,

People outside the door, no footsteps

Yes, there were no footsteps, and he didn't hear any movement before the knock on the door, and for a level 2 night wandering god, such a short distance, even if the door has a weak sound insulation effect, it is impossible to completely isolate him hearing.

not ordinary people

Zhang Yuanqing raised one hand, pressing the throbbing brain, thinking:

Someone found out my real identity? Did I come to the door? The rose of the dark night, or the man of black impermanence, or the door of Taiyi?

At this moment, his body was tense and his adrenaline rushed wildly, and he suppressed the headache for a short time.

"No matter which side it is, sneak into my house at this time, the person who comes is not good, I can't fight with the other party at home, it will affect my aunt and the others, try to lure it out..."

At this moment, the knocking on the door stopped, and then, Zhang Yuanqing saw the doorknob being pushed slowly.

"Ka Ning"

Amidst the slight sound of the latch springing open, the bedroom door squeaked open a gap, and outside the gap was pitch black and dense darkness.

Zhang Yuanqing stared at the open door, his muscles were tense, he still didn't feel the enemy's breath, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Slap!" Suddenly, a dark-skinned hand came in from the gap, grabbed the door frame, and pushed the door to the maximum.

As the door was roughly pushed open, Zhang Yuanqing finally saw the uninvited guest clearly.

It was a woman with disheveled hair and a dirty white cloak that was smeared with dirt and dragged to the ground.

Her standing posture is very strange, crooked, like a puppet with limbs misspelled.

She held a rusty kitchen knife in her jet-black right hand, the blade of the kitchen knife was facing her back. JrNovels.com