There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 170: Zi Shizi
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Founder does what he thinks.
This is a matter of his life, without any delay.
Fangzheng put away his phone, and as soon as he looked up, he saw that the old **** stick did not know when, and once again hooked up with the widow who had seen palmistry.
The men and women are now talking about life, about their ideals, about economic development and great prospects under the iron fist of socialism.
"Not good, but murderous!"
The old **** stick suddenly felt the two strands tighten, and when he turned his head, he just saw the upward gaze.
After that, Fang Zheng left the house of the third brother Li and prepared to go directly to the Jianshanling quarry.
The old **** stick looked at the peachy widow in front of her face, plump and plump like a peach peach, and looked at the back of Fang Zheng who left alone and looked so lonely and lonely in his eyes. The old **** stick gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and talked to the widow. After hurriedly asking for a WeChat, he hurriedly chased Fang Zheng's back.
Don't look at the old **** stick looking at an old man. He is already in his fifties, but the speed of his legs and feet is not inferior to that of young people. He quickly chased him upright, and his body was very tough.
Looking at the old **** stick actually willing to give up the widow, this made Fang Zheng couldn't help but look at the old **** stick a few more times. Originally, he didn't expect the old **** stick to follow. Multiple old **** sticks or one less old **** stick had no effect on him.
When Fangzheng came out of the village, he happened to pass by the door of Mr. Li's house.
Sure enough, as he expected, there were still many villagers near the ruins of the old house of Mr. Li. Even at this time, the sky was bright, and more villagers were onlookers than before.
Fangzheng estimated that it would not be long before the police would intervene soon.
Once the police show up in Menqian Village, people from the Special Operations Department, I'm afraid they will soon show up in Menqian Village.
So, Fang Zheng had to rush to the Special Operations Department to find the latter. If someone from the Special Operations Department also intervenes, he doesn't think that the person who has been doing things one after another will eventually escape the full pursuit of the Special Operations Department.
The old **** stick followed Fang Zheng through the wind and rain corridor of Menqian Village. He saw that Fang Zheng was about to leave the village, and he couldn't help but wonder where Fang Zheng was going?
So Fang Zheng said the location.
The old **** stick asked Fang Zheng to wait for him on the spot. Not long after that, the old **** stick drove up an old Jetta with 1.4 displacement and signaled Fang Zheng to get in the car.
Looking at the old **** stick sitting in the driver's seat, Fang Zheng was a little surprised: "The old **** stick is yours?"
"People depend on clothes and horses and saddles. A good horse must be equipped with a good saddle." The old **** stick said with some complacency.
"How is it, is it a surprise? Is it a surprise?"
When Fang Zheng took the passenger seat, he smelled a heavy muddy odor in the car, as well as a musty smell of fabric. Even if the old **** stick has opened all the windows, it still can't cover up the peculiar smell in the car, and Fang Zheng was immediately speechless: "Old **** stick, are you a water tanker?"
The old **** stick rubbed his hands, he hehe smiled: "Don't look at it as a soaking car, as long as it doesn't go at a high speed, it will drive just like a normal car. The most important thing is that it only costs a few thousand dollars to change hands, and it can be divided into two installments. Year."
Fangzheng knows a little bit about the water tanker.
In recent years, the domestic weather has been abnormal, and the weather is rare in a century. Therefore, many cities are flooded and you can see the sea when you go out. This has led to a lot of water vehicles flowing into the second-hand car market.
Hundreds of thousands of water tankers only sold for 50,000 to 60,000 in the end, which is not a rare occurrence.
It's not surprising that the old Jetta water truck can be picked up by the old **** stick for thousands of dollars.
While driving, the old **** stick looked at Fang Zheng from time to time, and he wanted to say many times, like a mouse stealing Buddha’s lamp oil and guilty, Fang Zheng frowned: "Old **** stick, you hesitating, what do you want to say? ?"
"Little brother, last night...Where is the girl...the girl who was with you?" The old **** stick looked like a constipation, and after holding back a few kilometers, he secretly asked about his debut.
The person referred to by the old **** stick is naturally Gao Shu's painting.
After speaking, I turned my head around with a guilty conscience.
I don't know what the old **** stick experienced in Menqian Village at the beginning, and how much psychological shadow was left in the heart of the old **** stick by Gao Shu's painting, making him like a frightened bird.
"Drive well. This is a winding road. Be careful of the warning signs for the continuous bends ahead."
When Fang Zheng saw the magic stick holding the steering wheel again, he asked, "What?"
"Need me to call her over?"
Hearing that, the old **** stick shook his hand and almost couldn't hold the steering wheel. An old face like a chrysanthemum quickly said: "No, no, no, old-fashioned, I'm just curious to ask."
"Little brother, I'm so old-fashioned for your own good. You must remember that when you meet the female doll in the future, don't say the words stunted in front of the female doll. You must remember. Remember, remember!"
The old **** stick repeatedly exhorted Fang Zheng with a serious and earnest tone of the people who came over.
Fang Zhengle was happy, and he bluntly said: "Old **** stick, didn't you say that she was flat chested or Princess Taiping?"
He chopped down Gao Shu's painting twice, there is really nothing to avoid.
The old **** stick straightened up, and instantly changed his appearance: "How is it possible, am I like this kind of person?"
Fang Zheng's brain made up for it. Not long ago, the old **** stick and the widow of Menqian Village had eyebrows, and then said solemnly: "Very similar."
"..." The old **** stick.
"Old God Cudgel, you often brag in front of me, you travel north and south, travel the rivers and lakes for decades, how can it be terrible, and you always hear you talk about robbing monks and goddesses for business, you have walked the rivers and lakes for so many years, is it true? Have you seen something more evil?" Fang Zheng was curious.
Hearing this, the old **** stick rarely looks serious: "The old way of life is beyond the dead souls of people who die, and I have presided over many rituals to worship the sky. Among them are the Yellow River Empress, River God, She (xī) Mountain Sending Son Empress, Dragon God and so on. Among them, I have to talk about evil things. Sheshan gave me a son and a girl who gave me the most impression on the old way."
"About ten years ago, a fifty-year-old rural couple was pregnant with twins, but when they gave birth in October, a child that was more evil than a ghost happened."
"When the first child was born, only a **** arm came out. When the second child was born, he was holding a round object in his hand. It was actually the head of the first child, and it was eaten beyond recognition. At that time, a country goddess was responsible for delivering the baby. The goddess didn't know the son Shizi at the beginning. When the child was born, the goddess stretched out his hand to hold the child, but was gnawed off a finger."
"Zi Shizi?" Fang Zheng's back was cold, and there was still such an evil thing.
"What happened later?"
……
When the old **** stick took Fang Zheng and the two drove to the Jianshanling quarry, it was almost noon.
At this moment, the dust in the quarry is dusty, and construction vehicles keep coming and going, and the sound of gunpowder blasting into the mountains is heard from time to time.
The two parked their car and went to the security room, but they didn't even ask. The chat content of several day-time security guards came to Fang Zheng's ears.
The quarry was dead again last night.
The one who died was the night security guard who had just arrived on the first day.