Here Lies The Wicked

After placing the guitar backpack and sitting in the passenger seat, the old priest began to ask where he was going.

Let the side lead the way.

“Wait for me.” Fang was just finishing up, pulling out one of the lucky scents.

Of course, this scent of fortune has been enhanced.

In order to increase the effect, and the current fragrance of luck is insufficient, save the principle of use. This time, he has given blood, and the authentic material has been strengthened twice.

Equally, for every fragrance of luck used, three plain characters are thrown in.

It's solid in burning money.

“Old Goddess, this time I want to help a junior high girl find her brother who has been missing for days, her brother has been missing for days, and her whereabouts remain unknown, so I want to see if I can find the junior high school girl's brother in the sea. ”

“Lucky incense burns fast, how can I find someone before Lucky incense burns up, which is why I want to requisition your car today. ”

At last, the purpose of the trip was stated, with a perfumed approach.

The words of Fang Zheng are not difficult to understand, but the old god stick that has started the car, some look at the fragrance of fortune in Fang Zheng's hand.

“Little brother, find someone. Are you sure one scent of luck is enough? ”

The old god stick doesn't know the fragrance of fortune in Fang's square-handed hands, but it has already been strengthened.

So it's perfectly normal for the Old Goddess to have this doubt.

Whether he uses the scent of luck or the scent of disease, he never leans on a whole bundle, a whole bundle of burns.

Win by quantity.

After all, it's an evening edition of the luck scent, not enough.

“Sincerely, the spirit! Old Goddess Stick Have you forgotten what I told you before? Brother Xiang is a good incense. It is also a good deed to help find someone. Brother Xiang will understand us.” Fang is starting to light the fragrance of luck, and while pulling the fragrance of luck as hard as it is, he still doesn't forget to kiss a little ass.

It's called ritualism.

Lucky start ritual is to kiss your ass first.

The old god stick started the car, and if Fang Zheng was right, it made him a little confused: “Brother Xiang? ”

“Little brother, do you call this lucky fragrance Xiang? Little brother, don't be ridiculous. ”

Watching the old god stick on the brink of death and constantly trying wildly, Fang wanted to warn the old god stick, but it was still too late.

“Old Goddess, you just crossed the zebra line to rude the pedestrian, has deducted three points and fined 200. ”

The old god stick didn't mean it: “Little brother, don't you dare lie to me. Just now, the old Taoist clearly admitted that there is no one on the zebra line. ”

“Old Goddess, look at my face, like it's a joke?” Three seconds of silent mourning for the old god stick with a positive-scented orientation in his hand.

“Just as you turned around and talked to me, a pedestrian took a step from the zebra line behind the green belt obscure at the intersection. ”

“Little brother, aren't you lying to me? ”

When he saw Fang nodding his head, the face of the old god club immediately held green.

“My first drop of blood is against the rules!! ”

“Little brother, is this traffic violation in store accounts? ”

“Old Dao, I broke the rules in the store, bled, crashed into ghosts, donated clothes, had trouble sleeping, little brother, you can't skim around!! ”

His ears were tortured all the way. Fang was beginning to regret it. In order to clean his ears, he might as well just hire a car.

“Fine, you'll be reimbursed by the store. If you talk too much on the way, you won't get a penny from me.” For the sake of cleanliness, the killer is being sacrificed directly.

Indeed, evil with evil, and old gods with money, became divine.

The Old Goddess clutched up and shut up.

Fang is telling the old god stick to shut up, which is also for the good of the old god stick.

He was really worried about the old priest ridiculing the luck scent all the way, and his driver's license wasn't enough to deduct 12 points.

Next, Fang was staring at the scent of fortune in his hand, hoping that Brother Xiang would lead him to Chen Miaoqi's brother.

Strange, too.

Because the lucky smoke is a bit large, it was the one that opened the window, and a burst of hot air poured in the outside of the car, did not blow the lucky fireworks.

It's like a myth without fear of the wind.

Instead, these pyrotechnics are concentrated in one strand, underwater, and seem to be guiding one direction.

Fang immediately told the old god club the direction.

The old god stick opened his mouth with some surprise: "Can it really work? ”

After being surprised, the old priest thought of Fang's earlier warning and immediately shut his mouth again.

Not only is the old god stick surprised, even Fang Zheng is slightly happy, I can't think of a new attempt by him, it seems, is it really working?

Next, under the guidance of Fang Zheng, the old god club drove all the way.

Every time the zebra line, sidewalk, the speed tortoise must climb over.

I can't wait to get out of the car and cross the zebra line.

I can't do it without being fearful.

Twelve points a year, three more zebra lines are rude to pedestrians, these twelve points are not enough to deduct.

The result is the pit.

This is a waste of his soul.

But he can't rush an old god stick.

Disciplined and law-abiding, nothing wrong at all.

About half an hour later, looking at the increasingly familiar buildings on the road, we noticed something was wrong.

Then open the map APP and take a look, Big Castle Street Xinfu Road?

Isn't that near Chen Miaoqi's house?

Is it true that Chen Miaoqi's brother, just on Xinfu Road, has not left the area?

With this suspicion, until, when the old god club opened the old Jeddah and parked outside the new rich neighborhood where the Chen Miaoqi family lived, his face rose to a surprise.

If Lucky is not misguided, then it means that Chen Miaoqi's missing brother has always been in the Xinfu neighborhood and never left?!

If Chen Miaoqi's brother had always been in Xinfu District, the neighborhood said it was big, said it was small, but really wanted to hide a person, hiding for so many days, should have been exposed long ago.

Not to mention the densely populated neighborhood, just the disappearance of the son, Chen Zhixing's parents, relatives, must have already searched the neighborhood all over again.

Building C!

First floor, second floor! Third floor...

Fang finds that the direction of Lucky Incense is actually getting closer and closer to Room 502, Building C of the Chen Miaoqi family!

“Little brother, what's wrong?” Along the way, the old god stick honestly followed Fang directly behind the stairs. When he saw Fang Zheng's face, he asked curiously, lowering his voice.

The old god stick was afraid to speak loudly, so he was not reimbursed for the illegal fine.

“Old god stick, you always say that you travel south to travel most of the life of the river and lake, why can't you, and always listen to you brag about robbing business with monks and goddesses, since you have been through a lot, then tell me, have you walked the river and lake for so many years, have you encountered more evil things when looking for missing relatives or relatives for others? ”

“Looking for someone? Evil doors?” The old priest twisted his eyebrows for a minute or two and then looked serious.

“There's something really evil going on here! ”

At this time, Fang and the old god stick had gone up to the fifth floor, and Lucky's guide stopped.