Seventies: The Officer's Stolen Marriage, Stirring Up Trouble and Gossiping

Lin Xiaoxiao struggled in the apocalypse for over ten years. Just as the end was near, she was unfortunately infected and died during a mission.

After death, her soul arrived in the underworl...

Chapter 214 Whether human or ghost, they'll eventually slip up.

Thinking about her great strength, the woman became a little nervous, thinking that she was going to beat her up.

"I didn't mean to, sob sob. It was that guy who made me take this road. I didn't expect the brakes to be broken."

Lin Xiaoxiao released her and said coldly, "Take me to where you're trading."

The woman didn't dare say much, and pushed her bicycle, taking Lin Xiaoxiao with her.

The location was a small alley next to the state-run restaurant.

Lin Xiaoxiao glanced at it twice and knew that so much time had passed that the person must have run away long ago.

It was obvious that the man had come prepared, and specifically targeting her; it was just unclear what his purpose was.

Without saying much to the woman, she turned and left. Whether she's a person or a ghost, she'll eventually slip up.

The woman watched Lin Xiaoxiao's departing figure, then glanced at the bicycle she was pushing, feeling as if she wanted to cry but had no tears.

She felt like she was being used as a pawn.

This bicycle purchase was really frustrating.

"Never mind, let's get the car fixed first."

It's a waste to just throw away something she paid for.

On the way back, Lin Xiaoxiao observed the people around her intentionally or unintentionally, but did not find any signs of someone deliberately following her.

Little did they know that after failing twice in a row, the person in the shadows had no intention of making a move today.

He went directly to the person who had instructed him.

"They're tough to deal with, you'll have to pay more."

"Add more money? You must be crazy for money." The voice behind him was shrill.

"We can't do it without extra money."

"Add a maximum of five hundred."

"Two thousand, no discussion."

"you......"

A hoarse, chilling voice escaped the man's throat: "I'm risking being caught to return to the underworld, so adding another two thousand isn't unreasonable, is it?"

The arrow was already on the bowstring and had to be released; the person behind it had no choice but to agree.