Just about to turn around, Ling Luoyu opened the door in a convulsive manner: "By the way, how is our business these days?!"

"I asked you just to talk about this! It's okay if you don't mention it, I'm very hot when you mention it... These days, there are many people who come to consult, but I haven't done a single business!"

"why?!"

Fatty Feng became more and more speechless: "Why? Of course it's because we don't have a reputation!"

For those customers who come to consult, it is more like coming with a curious mood.

They asked about a bunch of things, but in the end, without exception, it was not to pat the **** and leave.

"Some people wanted to ask us to do things, but in the end they all retreated! Three young people, money is a trivial matter, these people are afraid that we will not do things badly, and then they will ruin their major affairs... So, after hesitating, they will all I hesitate!"

Feng Chenglin pulled out an account book.

"Three young masters, look at our expenses these days, that's just sitting and eating the sky! You..."

"I know!"

The words were not over yet, Ling Luoyu's door closed again.

Feng Chenglin ate behind closed doors again, becoming more speechless.

"Damn, can't you just listen to me to finish talking?!"

There was no response from the protest, which made Feng Chenglin really want to kick the door.

But there is a thief, but not the guts!

Ling Luoyu's door is not so easy to kick!

The main ferry crossing in the dim night is as silent as a dead city.

People here rely on coolies for their livelihoods, mostly at sunset, and **** crows, so in the middle of the night, it is silent and very quiet.

The red lantern at the entrance of the mercenary union was like two eyes of a beast, scorching and flickering.

In the backyard, Ling Luoyu, dressed in black, flashed out of the door and silently swept towards the roof.

Hunting under the cold wind, she flashed towards the trade shop.

After a few breaths, he stopped on the roof and sank down like a wild cat, motionless.

With eyes flashing, she locked onto a room on the second floor, where there was still a faint candlelight flashing.

Silently falling into the ridge of the house, she lifted a roof tile.

Under the candlelight, Jiang Ji was dressed in black and was covering his face with a black scarf.

Ling Luoyu wanted to laugh a little.

What a coincidence?

She wanted to visit the commerce and trade company at night to find information about the Escape Blood Mansion, but she didn't expect that he would also come out.

After finishing cleaning, Jiang Ji didn't even put out the candle, so he could not wait to flash out of the room.

Seeing no one was around, he flashed to the direction of the mercenary union.

Ling Luoyu almost laughed!

This is a coincidence! !

She was here, but they were also unambiguous, and killed her lair.

"Kill it! Look at the two of us, who is the final winner!"

Amidst the laughter, she turned over and jumped into the room.

All the mercenary unions have false accounts.

But she firmly believed that there was absolutely real material in Jiang Ji's room.

As the sub-rudder of the Escape Blood Palace, there must be something she wants here.

The room is very simple, the furniture can be described as simple, but a mahogany carved bed is full of luxury.

Ling Luoyu's eyes fell on the bed, and immediately fell to the surroundings.

Everything here looks normal, but not normal.

Normally, this place looks like a home.

What's abnormal is that there is no atmosphere of home here.

This room, as if no one has lived in it, has no smell.

Everyone has a unique body odor.

As long as anyone has lived in a room, it must leave a unique atmosphere.