As Bai Sang angrily threw the knife, her teammates also moved.

Bows and crossbows, daggers, long swords, and a pair of long, slender hands.

The little black dog jumped out of Bai Sang's pocket at some point.

It goes well with eating meat but not garlic.

Every bite of that tiny puppy sparks.

The moment the spark appeared, the crossbowman who ate meat but not garlic shot out.

Bai Sang, who originally did not want to fight, reluctantly knocked out the attacking monsters, and the crossbow bolts that ate meat but not garlic only wounded them.

No strange or bizarre events occurred.

The previously trembling, low-level monsters were now huddled in a corner, their faces filled with the joy of surviving a disaster.

Bai Sang and his group made sure no one had slipped through the net before they questioned one of them.

"Who sent you?"

The strange creature, wounded in the thigh by a shot from someone who ate meat but not garlic, was clutching its thigh and wailing.

When Bai Sang asked him a question, his first thought was to curse.

"You fucking..."

Bai Sang remained expressionless, pressed down with his long sword, and directly tore the wound open again.

Her voice was calm.

"Who sent you?"

"Ahhh, yes, it's Mr. Zhao."

[Sister Sang's move was so cool!]

[So decisive! I want to marry Sister Sang!]

[Now, hopefully no one will complain anymore.]

When faced with something bizarre, one cannot be soft-hearted.

Yes, yes, I think that's perfectly normal, but Sister Sang's calmness really shows she has a very strong mental fortitude.

Mr. Zhao?

With her strong mental fortitude, Bai Sang instantly thought of a name: Zhao Anning.

"Mr. Zhao said he needs an admission ticket, and he will give us ghost money if we can get it."

Who is Mr. Zhao?

Bai Sang's question went unanswered.

Because they couldn't answer it either.

"Mr. Zhao is very powerful. He's the boss here."

I asked several people, and they kept repeating the same question.

Bai Sang had no choice but to check the time and return to the rented room with everyone.

Outside, Scarface was still waiting for Shen Wangjing to come out.

Upon seeing Bai Sang and his group emerge with a menacing aura, he involuntarily took a step back.

"Hello, everyone. Goodbye."

Their bowing and scraping manner is just like that of a corporate slave.

Bai Sang took a few steps, then suddenly stopped and turned around. "Don't wait anymore, he's dead."

Everyone knows who this "he" is.

Scarface stood there, looking completely bewildered.

After a while, he caught up with Bai Sang and the others.

"Boss, can I...can I ask him how he died?"

"He eats meat but not garlic" chuckled and patted him on the shoulder, "Because he skipped the fare."

Scarface opened his mouth wide.

So, in ghost stories, you can die even if you don't pay the fare.

After walking a few steps, the man who ate meat but not garlic saw the scar and kept following them, so he turned to look at him.

Where do you live?

Scarface carefully pointed to the security room at the entrance of the residential area.

“I stayed there. I paid the security guard, and he let me stay for five days.”

Bai Sang thought for a moment, "Wait for us at the movie theater entrance tomorrow night."

This person is a bit dim-witted, but we should still take him out if possible.

Scarface nodded repeatedly.

Besides this small team, he was all alone.

He knows his own intelligence; if no teammates are willing to help him, he won't be able to get out.

Nothing was said that night.

The landlord appeared again before I left for work in the morning.

Seeing the neatly arranged group of people, the landlord smiled, said nothing, and went inside to check the cleanliness.

The hygiene is well maintained.

Everyone has put all their items into their inventory.

The house was as clean as ever.

"By the way, on the first day, when my son came to check on the patients, why didn't you let him in?"

The landlord touched the cabinet, found no dust, and turned to look at the man who eats meat but not garlic.

The man who eats meat but not garlic recalled the young man from that day and said with a smile, "Sorry, we didn't know him and didn't dare let him in."

The landlord suddenly leaned in and ate meat without garlic, grinning widely.

"Now, do you still remember what he looked like?"

He ate meat but not garlic, trying to recall what that person looked like, but no matter how hard he tried, the person's face remained a dark image in his mind.

No, that's not right.

Suddenly, a pair of eyes appeared on the dark face, staring intently at the person who ate meat but not garlic.

He covered his head and backed away repeatedly, saying he was eating meat but not garlic.

At that moment, a hand landed on his shoulder.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Have some water."

A gentle voice accompanied the handing over of an energy supplement.

He tried to stay awake by eating meat but not garlic, and glanced at the white mulberry tree in front of him.

As a result, he didn't drink the energy supplement.

Bai Sang was clearly standing in front of me just now, when did she go to the back?

Something's not right...

He ate meat but didn't eat garlic and didn't touch it for a long time, so the landlord stood in front of him with a smile.

Bai Sang sensed something was wrong and exchanged a glance with Qin Minglang.

Qin Minglang went to stop the landlord, but Bai Sang slapped him across the face.

The pain cleared my muddled thoughts about eating meat but not garlic.

He looked at Bai Sang, who was standing in front of him with a worried expression and hadn't yet retracted his hand after slapping her, and smiled.

This time, it's right.

After drinking an energy supplement and eating meat instead of garlic, I gradually returned to normal.

Looking at the scene before him, the landlord smiled and spoke again.

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