Here Lies The Wicked

Fang is looking at Ko Sook's painting: “When are you going to do it? ”

Ko Sook: “If you have time, do it tonight. ”

Fang Zhengzheng: “In such a hurry? ”

Ko Sook Painting: “It's not easy to find a clue this time. I don't want to have too many nightmares. ”

Fang could understand, and nodded: “I'm just asking. I don't have any questions here, but I need a helper. ”

Gao Shu painted Dai-mei slightly: “I don't like the fact that this is too straightforward, the more people are, the easier it is to do bad things. ”

Fang gave a reassuring look and said: “Don't worry, this man you've seen. ”

“In case the operator has a dark side, I need to take my hanger with me. ”

Your hanger?

In Gao Shu's confused eyes, Fang was taking out his domestic smartphone and dialing a number: “Old Goddess Stick, what are you doing? Why are you so noisy over there? Didn't I tell you to take a paid break? You're still out there? ”

“You haven't rested yet, there's an action tonight, and I'm missing a hanger, and I'll give you a month's salary as a bonus when it's done. ”

“What hanger? You must have misheard me. I made it clear there was no assistant left. ”

“The Old Goddess Stick is not what I say about you. You should go buy an elderly hearing aid. It's easy for people to hear when they're old. ”

Two minutes later, Fang hung up the phone and told Gao Shu Painting that you would wait for me for half an hour. My hanger was already on its way.

The old god stick saw the money open, and when he heard the dividend, he had already yelled on the phone and said he would come right away.

Gao Shu nodded with no expression: “Then I'll meet you in two hours at Baita Industrial Park in the north of the city. ”

Fang thought about it and had no problem with it, and nodded.

When we talked about some more details, we were sending Koshuk painting out.

“Don't forget to pay for your phone! ”

“Be sure to remember! ”

He walked away with the shadow of Ko Sook's painting. He shouted, while his eyes had some stupidity to suppress.

It's worth a symbol, too, Skinny.

……

Immediately after walking back to the store, he began to count the assets that soared today.

The old site of the Humanities Academy next door has contributed a total of ten characters.

Fourteen times Ko Sook painted, milk to fourteen characters.

Twenty-four symbols were collected before and after.

Plus the original deposit, he now has a total of 28 symbolic deposits, which is exciting to think about.

After counting the deposits, while carving the handicrafts and wooden carvings of the clothes, carefully placed them in the most prominent position for sale, just placed the wooden carvings, and noticed a sneaky man on the street.

The other party pulled a named passerby, seemed to be asking the passerby what it was, but the passerby was all hiding from him, shook his head like he didn't know, and then left in a hurry.

Soon after, the man questioned Fang Zhengdian's door all the way.

This is a dirty man with tiny eyes and a slightly more pointy mouth.

“You, hello, I just came to work in the city. I was accidentally bitten by a centipede the other day. The wound immediately began to swell. I didn't have any use for injections in the clinic. I couldn't help it. I just ran into an old Taoist who was known to drive drip fast. The old Taoist said that I met centuries-old centipede. If I wanted to cure it, I had to find its natural enemies. So I was wondering, where is there a chicken in the city? ”

The man with small eyes asked carefully, his voice was very low, and he turned around from time to time, as if he was deeply afraid that the people around him would hear him.

This pair carefully looks around, and even more so trivializes the obscenity.

Square: “…”

The goddamn drip truck old Taoist, how could he not make up such a strange picture, the story was made up without even taking care of logic and pedestrian intelligence?

No wonder the surrounding passers-by see it as a psychopath.

Fang glanced slightly and said, “Depends on whether you want a rooster or a hen? ”

“Besides, I don't think it's easy for you to fix centipede, but at least you need to find a centipede. ”

Rumor has it, the man with small eyes brightens his eyes, this is the first time he has not been rejected, can't wait to ask: “Is there a difference between cock hens? ”

“Rooster hens don't matter as long as they cure my century-old centipede poison. I don't know if the boss knows where the century-old chicken sperm is. If the century-old chicken sperm can't be found, I don't know if the 50-60 year old chicken sperm can be found? ”

Listen to this impatient tone, you suffocate so quickly that you can't fu suck: “Sorry, I don't need century-old chicken sperm, so I don't know where to find century-old chicken sperm, you can ask someone else to find out where there is century-old chicken sperm. ”

“Thank you, boss.” The man with the small eyes said thankfully.

Then he leaves the store, continues to scratch his back, and asks the passers-by where there is a century-old chicken elf, even for five or six decades.

That filthy shadow,

It's like, "Want a movie? Would you like a film, please? The latest Calabash Seven Brothers War Snake Demon No Yard Edition. ”

Shortly after Fang waited for the old god stick, the old god stick still drove his 1.4L, instalment 24 loan of water truck Getta came to the store door.

“Little brother, shall we go now?” The old priest lowered the window and still wore the robe.

Square: “I'll lock the door and be right there. ”

After a few minutes, close the front of the store door and open the back door, just as the guitar backpack on his back was stuck in the back of the car, his face was stunned.

Two female passengers in their thirties are already in the back seat of the car.

“Little brothers, will squeeze. I was just running Didi Express to earn some money for living. As a result, the little brothers called, and I promised the two female passengers that I would give them a free ticket and drop them off on the way.” The old god stick poked out the head of the window and apologized.

Wait a minute!

The old Taoist with the Didi Express?!

Fang Zheng's face was black. Turns out the little eyed man was telling the truth. There really was an old Taoist coming out to run drip. No wonder the old god stick was noisy on the phone. He was probably driving.

Squeeze, squeeze.

Fang Zheng is not a difficult old god stick, and the two female passengers have no idea. They can come by for free. They are happy to come too late, how can they refuse?

Eventually, the square is sitting in the passenger seat with the guitar backpack in the crowded rear row.

On the road, because there were outsiders, the old clergyman and Fangzheng did not communicate. Instead, the two female passengers in the back row started talking to each other after a few words.

“Do you know what a man has to be careful when he gets hard? ”

The old god stick held the steering wheel's hand, obviously stiff, and the old god stick and the square raised their ears simultaneously, waiting for the answer.

“Wings? ”

“Yes.”