If all things are combined, the king’s egg is the culprit of the girl’s suicide. When the female ghost sees him in the ladies’ room, it will be completely out of control. If she sees him, she will be killed and blocked in the building. If she can satisfy the female ghost’s desire for revenge, maybe …

Thought of here, Lu Honglan looked at the king’s egg with some changes.
The man could feel that he was not trembling. "What … what do you want?"
"King egg, you scum have harmed others and brought trouble on me." Lu Honglan gnashed her teeth and scolded 1, suddenly grabbed the table and hit an ashtray hard on the king’s egg head. The man screamed and fell to the ground. Lu Honglan threw himself on him and made up for it. The king’s egg was knocked unconscious.
Then she picked up the bastard and looked at the zombies at the door. The goalkeeper pushed the bastard out and immediately hid the door back to the office desktop.
She is betting on one way, that is, she will continue to hide and wait for people to rescue her. One way is to let the ghost get revenge and satisfy her wish and then leave. However, Lu Honglan herself has lost the basis of hiding, but she almost immediately made a choice to throw the king’s egg out and let him die. On the one hand, it is to end all this. On the other hand, Lu Honglan really feels that the king’s egg deserves to die and has some sympathy for the female ghost.
A moment later, the flashing light bulb suddenly burst and the broken glass flew in the corridor. The king’s egg sounded more squeal than screams and screams, and the female ghost’s sharp laughter sounded harsh, just like breaking the glass and covering her ears with Lu Honglan. Don’t listen to such horrible sounds.
After waiting for a moment, everything was silent. Lu Honglan leaned out and couldn’t see four walkers or female ghosts.
It seems that Lu Honglan succeeded. She took out cigarettes and lighters from her suit pocket and gave herself some points to enter this company. After working in the entertainment industry, Lu Honglan learned that smoking tobacco can relieve her nervousness and reduce stress.
She is afraid to smoke in front of Huo Junzhong, for fear that Huo Junzhong will get angry.
Lu Honglan, who spouted smoke rings, got ready by hand, but her hand fell to the ground but she felt unusually cold. A soft and cold object swam in her palm.
Lu Honglan froze. She gasped hard and her muscles were stiff. It felt as hard to twist her head as moving a mountain peak.
The neck moves almost inch by inch, just like the slow motion in the shadow, and the line of sight turns a little bit to look at the ground.
The blue-green shadow on the ground lurks from time to time, and Lu Honglan’s hand is where the ghost’s face is, and the cold soft thing should be the ghost licking her palm on her tongue, as if to enter her body, but it was stopped by something.
Lu Honglan screamed and jumped up. She had never jumped so high in her life.
The female ghost figure floats from the ground and blocks Lu Honglan in front of the table. The distance between their faces is one centimeter.
This female ghost was supposed to be beautiful, but now the blue-green semi-transparent body brings cold terror. The white pupil is crazy without any holes in other colors. The cold breath will almost freeze Lu Honglan from the outside. If it weren’t for a warm current from the lower abdomen, Lu Honglan’s tongue would be stiff and scream. Lu Honglan asked angrily, "What if you have already retaliated?"
"It’s all you … it’s all you … it’s all you …" The strange sound didn’t fluctuate in Lu Honglan’s mind, but Lu Honglan could feel more angry and jealous than Lu Honglan in this inhuman voice. "Get out of here, you bitch!"
"It’s only because you seduce him that he will give up on me. I should be here. It’s not because of you. You took away what belongs to me." Jealousy, envy, hatred, unwillingness and all kinds of negative emotions flooded into Lu Honglan’s mind as if to bury her consciousness, and all these negative consciousness eventually turned violent and impacted Lu Honglan’s mind.
Lu Honglan shouted against the mountain as heavy as the tsunami, and the strong emotion invaded his consciousness. "You crazy bitch betrayed everything but can take it out on others. No waste can hate koo people after death. Even if you live a hundred times, you are still a little man. You are born a bitch, do you hear? You are born to sell."
The ghost gave a piercing whistling brush and caught Lu Honglan’s arm so that she couldn’t move.
Lu Honglan asked in surprise, "What are you doing?"
The ghost smiled and opened his mouth, and a snake-like tongue stuck out. This tongue wandered in Lu Honglan’s face like a snake.
Red and blue teeth rattled violently because of panic and cold. She closed her lips and tried to avoid this horrible thing from reaching her mouth. The ghost didn’t try so hard to sneer. "How long can I see you?" The tongue stretched out longer and longer and reached into the red and blue clothes. She had never been touched, and she swam slowly across the slender neck and elastic hills, and the flat abdomen slipped a little towards the most secret place of the red and blue.
Hong Lanyue screamed in horror, "Wang Dan, what are you doing?"
But when she took a bite of the ghost’s tongue, it immediately bifurcated into two pieces, one of which continued to the other rudely and mercilessly. When the red and blue cursed, she took the opportunity to stab straight into her soft red lips and climbed over her teeth, just like finding the entrance. The snake moved towards the red and blue land, while the square tongue stopped at the red and blue navel, and then the cold breath entered the red and blue abdomen along the navel.
Red and blue can sob in pain and move completely, which is like a nightmare that will never wake up.
This is not aggression, but plunder and occupation.
The female ghost’s body gradually merged with the red and blue, and the body seemed to be sucked in by the red and blue body, and she worked hard to advance into the red and blue body at the same time.
"This body is mine, it’s me, I’ll be a big hit, I’ll be the most dazzling star. You say I’m a slut in the entertainment circle, who won’t sleep with others? What are you pretending to be pure?" The ghost screamed excitedly and was full of expectations for the upcoming new life.
Anger and despair are full of red and blue consciousness, so she will definitely accept it in the future. I don’t know if it is her anger or the ghost that deeply touches Lu Honglan’s abdomen. The hot air and heat flow suddenly surge in the red and blue body like a volcanic explosion.
The female ghost exclaimed, "What’s in your body?" I want to pull my body out of the red and blue body.
Red and blue can know that if we let the female ghost get away like this, she will be killed. She hardly thinks about inhaling the female ghost into her body through the body heat flux. The female ghost struggles and cries and gives me a break. I will never dare again. "
Lu Honglan did not say a word, but the spirit of the Ministry was concentrated in the female ghost body, and she was completely inhaled into the heat flow like a snake eating prey.
The female ghost is cold, but the heat flow is getting hotter and hotter after wrapping the female ghost. The two different feelings of cold and hot have brought a burst of pain in the body. Lu Honglan fell to the ground with pain, nose and tears kept flowing, and she almost fainted.
Fortunately, the pain finally passed, and the heat and cold became gentle and slowly flowing in the body. Lu Honglan’s generation had never been so relieved. She got up and was relieved and a little scared. She looked at her body and didn’t know what she had.
After reading a watch, Lu Honglan was startled. Now she feels like a generation long, but the pointer points to an hour after that bastard brought someone.
All this feels strange than the shadow. Lu Honglan looks at her skin color in front of the mirror and has never been so fine and delicate. It’s like a warm jade spreading out from her body.
Lu Honglan decided not to tell anyone tonight, including Xiao Huo. If he knew that he had protected himself and pushed the king’s egg out to make sacrifices, if he knew that he had eaten the ghost, he might feel that he was a cruel and terrible woman.
After lunch, Huo Junzhong strolled slowly in the new york Museum of History. Among all the public facilities, Huo Junzhong liked museums and libraries best, which were places where history accumulated knowledge. Walking in them was like the world used to make a spiral staircase leading to truth.
The museum is quiet, and there are not many tourists. Huo Junzhong enjoys this quiet. He hates people and noisy places. He walks slowly in the museum and takes a look at everything, ignoring the passage of time.
Being in the world of mortals, the world is like being outside the window. It is a passer-by and a bystander who quietly observes the famous historical river flowing.
One thing attracted Huo Junzhong’s attention. In the glass booth, it was a piece of cinnabar written on the surface of yellow silk symbols. Huo Junzhong is no stranger to this scripture. This scripture was written by a real person in Chunyang, Lv Zu.
It’s not unusual for this yellow silk symbol to be engraved. Even many shoplifters can find yellow silk characters that attract Huo Junzhong, but not ordinary people. But in Huo Junzhong’s view, those words are simply living things, and every word is permeated with a kind of vitality that will explode at any time.
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When Huo Junzhong quietly looked at the yellow silk writing, one person also walked to the front of the booth and looked at the yellow silk. After a while, the humanity "great writing is like a living creature."
It’s said that it’s not very standard Chinese. Huo Jun looked at the middle of the head and saw that it was an old white man. He was wearing a beige vest and his silver was cut very short and very hard. His face was reminiscent of the strange actor Sean Connery. Although he was old, he was still a charming man.
Huo Junzhong said, "People who write this volume of sutras will have such an effect only if they put their souls into it."
"Artists are great only when they put their lives and souls into it," the old man held out his hand. "I am Thomas. Nowadays, it is rare to see young people appreciate these great arts. They prefer hip-hop and Hollywood brain shadow."
"I’m Huo Junzhong" has always disliked dealing with people, but he didn’t reject the old man.
The two of them were browsing slowly in the museum together. The old man is a very knowledgeable person who knows almost all the cultural relics and arts of various countries in the museum. He introduced all kinds of cultural relics to Huo Junzhong all the way. His eloquence was excellent, but he did not exaggerate. He was humorous and funny, which made Huo Junzhong feel bored with him all the way.
Go to the end of the museum. This is the painting area. Thomas stops in front of an oil painting. "Do you know this painting, Huo?"
This oil painting is a cloudy day. A figure dressed in light falls from the clouds, and the ground is dark red, like a blood-stained arm sticking out from the ground, as if to meet the falling person.
Huo Junzhong shook his head and said it was not white.
"This painting was painted by an China painter in the Alps more than 100 years ago. His paintings have never entered the market. It is known to outsiders by the collection of Count Dodini’s family, an Italian aristocratic family for thousands of years. The only painting is that this generation of Count Dodini passed away five years ago. His only daughter, Sanette, has no children and inherited the property of the Dodini family. She is the curator of this museum. Students donated this painting to the museum."
"More than a hundred years ago?" Huo Junzhong was stunned. Although he was not close to his grandfather, he could not learn at home because he was weak from childhood. Master Huo still taught him a lot of knowledge about painting and sculpture, such as ancient prose. This oil painter has a solid foundation. Although the painting is far-sighted, he can’t see the face, which weakens the most powerful and realistic feature of oil painting. However, people who fall from light to shadow are still struggling. The whole painting is full of losers’ anger. It is absolutely necessary for people who have worked hard for many years and have excellent talents to draw it. At that time, China still showed that the national culture was distorted and blocked in the dark
"This painting means that Lucifer was knocked down from heaven and fell into hell after the World War II."
Huo Junzhong said, "Lucifer? In many comic novels, he appeared against the emperor archangel. "
Thomas said, "I don’t suppose you believe in Emperor?"
Huo Junzhong said, "I am not a Christian."
Thomas smiled. "I’m not saying that the story of Lucifer’s resistance to the emperor is a metaphor, which means resistance to fate. What do you think fate is?"
Huo Junzhong pondered and replied, "Destiny is a choice."