Ji Feng shrugged, looking at Su Kui through Xu Dahai Yu Shasha and others, silently opened his mouth.
Su Kui nodded, indicating that he knew it.
The sentence was, "It's crazy."
No fraud, no reason, Su Kui just believed him.
"Are there any unwanted old clothes?" Ji Feng lowered his head and asked Yang Qiuhong.
Yang Qiuhong was still crying, and it seemed that she couldn't stop for a while. Su Kui looked at her, and a thought flashed in her mind, flashing across it like lightning. She disappeared before she could catch it.
But the look in Yang Qiuhong's eyes was different after all.
"Ok."
Ji Feng looked around in their room, and finally walked to the refrigerator, where there was a black plastic bag that he didn’t know what to pack in. He bent over and placed the plastic bag in front of him. Into the bag.
Su Kui, who had witnessed everything, was speechless again.
Xu Dahai was also shocked by his actions and backed back again and again, exclaiming, "Ji Feng, you are too courageous?" The dead man's head is still so weird that he will run around, so he dare to touch it
"laugh-"
The young man wearing a white T-shirt and loose shorts is just like all ordinary college students. Of course, the premise is to ignore what is in the plastic bag in his hand.
Ji Feng's dark eyes seemed to flash with ironic laughter, but a faint "um" sounded in his mouth, and said, "Everyone looked the same before they were alive, and there is no more head than others. There is nothing terrible. Besides— He paused, the light in his eyes didn't make sense, "I'm full of yang. I grew up in the dead, if anyone who doesn't have eyes dared to come to me, just try."
What he said was calm and calm, but a group of people changed their faces.
Yu Shasha swallowed, shaking her lips and asked, "Ji and Ji, what do you mean by the dead pile?"
When I said this, it was a little scary.
Now, unlike ancient times, people are alive after death, and there are no mass graves.
"Oh, this," Ji Feng didn't hear the fear in Salsa's voice, and said casually: "I grew up in a funeral home, and my adoptive father is a teacher in the funeral home. I have seen many dead people of all kinds. Immunized, why?"
He raised his thick eyebrows and looked at Yu Sasha.
Being stared at by a pair of dark eyes, Yu Sa Sha conditioned back two steps and waved his hand in a hurry, "No, nothing."
Su Kui almost laughed, pursing her lips, secretly slandering herself.
This man is really awkward, with a head in his hand, and said such imaginative things.
It is estimated that after tonight, they will suffer from insomnia again.
However, Su Kui can also understand why Ji Feng said this passage. It is estimated that it was also said to the murderer behind the scenes. Anyway, he was not afraid of these things. It was useless to scare him with dead people, and he also said that his adoptive father was the "teacher" of the funeral home. He was very messy at that age.
Who knows if this master craftsman can do something
So if the person behind the scenes wants to trouble him, he has to weigh it.
Su Kui lowered his head to endure the hard work of smiling, so he didn't notice the gaze that the young man slowly swept away. When he caught the smile at the corner of her mouth, the clear black eyes darkened.
"What to do with him now?"
This "he" is naturally Wang Jun.
Ji Feng raised the black plastic bag in his hand and asked.
With the covering, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Although they knew that the head was still in Ji Feng's hands, there was no such a shocking scene as before, which was shocking.