Otherworldly Merchant

Grandpa Liu is a nickname for him in the movie industry, and it's appropriate for me to call him that.

He glanced at me and didn't have many accidents on his face, but nodded slightly: "Coming? ”

He had a grape rack in his yard, and I picked out a big, ripe purple grape, and he got up and grabbed it from me, and the speed made me gaze.

When I was stunned, he soaked the grapes in a bucket, which handed me: "There is a lot of haze on the Beijing border, and I have to wash my food. ”

“Huh. ”

I nodded and said, "Then he ate the grapes without saying a word, and he showed a glimpse on his face and ate them with me."

Until he finished eating the grape, he threw up the last seed, and a smile appeared: “What, are you trying to get me out of here? ”

“Look at you, Grandpa Liu. ”

I held my fist in my hands and gave it a good gift, and then I learned his tone of voice to say that your film was good. The story is not bad by nature. Tell me the story of the shadow.

“He has nothing to say, but your boy is a horn. ”

Grandpa Liu pointed at me and said with a smile, revealing his yellow teeth, then went back to the house to take out a palm-sized red gourd, and threw it at me all the way.

Then he told me that this was a little gourd he accidentally dug out of the desert when he was filming in Gansu. I thought it was a baby. I didn't expect to open it when I got back. There was a demon in a Tang Dynasty prison uniform, with hooks and chains.

When the devil came up with the iron hook, he had to hook his tongue. Good thing at the time, he was filming the Tang Dynasty. Grandpa Liu Zhengzheng pulled out a set of emperor's clothes to wear on him, which forced the shadow back into the red gourd.

Grandpa Liu's life was bright, so he wasn't too afraid of the devil. Instead, he kept looking for opportunities to communicate with him. Finally, he learned that Shadow was a celebrity of Tang Dynasty Wuzhen's days before he was born.

It is said that in the days of martial arts, Manchukuo was not very comfortable with the emperor.

They think Datang's Jiangshan should be under the control of the Li family. How can they give it to a woman? So whether in the light or in private, Wu Zhengtian is pointing point, cynical, even Wu Zhengtian ancestral eighteen generations have scolded.

Wu Zhengtian initially turned to these ‘sprayers’ with kindness. Since you look down on me, I will do something to show you! So Wuzheng Tianbei conquered the turbulence, rewarded Nongsang, reformed the official field, and rejuvenated the old Datang Jiangshan.

Even so, however, those ministers were still dissatisfied, whether or not they were, and were always confused. In heaven, I cried and prayed to my ancestral temple every day. I prayed to Li Shimin to reveal his spirit. Quickly, a thunder struck this witch...

Now Wu can't sit down, simply use iron blood to crack down on these sprays. This is when Joon-sen came to the stage of history!

As a close believer in Martial Arts, Lai Junshen knows that the Empress is troubled. Who wants to be fevered with black ears all day long?

So Joon-sen first took the ministers and created 108 forms of torture, such as cooking the prisoners in a large pot, or peeling off the entire skin of the prisoners as lanterns, so to speak, only one out of a hundred people can go home alive.

Now the sprays have finally stopped, dare not say anything more, and Wu Zhen can finally be worried.

Modern historians have studied and concluded that only the officials tortured to death by Joon-sen, there are tens of thousands of people. It was not until after Joon-sen's death that the 14-year era of ‘white terror’ ended. Joon-sen Lai was also called: Da-Tung No. 1 Cool!

There are also many stories in wild history about coming to Joon-sen, the most famous of which is the statement that coming to Joon-sen loves to eat human tongues.

He thinks the jets that say bad things every day, the tongue moves heavily, the muscles are muscular, so if you drink, you must cut off a tongue and dip it in sesame sauce. At the end of the day, I wasn't satisfied with eating one person's tongue, so I killed more and more people...

At the time, I thought it was just a rumor, but after listening to Master Liu, I remembered that the tongues of the three deceased had been cut off, so I realized that Lai Junshen really loved to eat people's tongues.

We were talking. The director's wife came back to buy the food. He greeted his wife and said, "Xu, why don't you go stew some good food? I'll have a few drinks with this little brother. ”

“No, I can't. I'll find another chance. ”

As I said, I threw the red gourd off my hand, and I think he must have hidden it from his wife when he did all this.

Indeed, Grandpa Liu raised his thumb to me: "Little brother, that's benevolent! ”

“You learned it from Grandpa Liu!” I laughed, took the gourd out the door, walked out for two steps, and behind me came Grandpa Liu's unique voice: “Don't let his soul fly away, almost. ”

At Grandpa Liu's request, I did not eventually disperse the soul of Lai Junshen, but in order to teach him a lesson, I used the torture it invented to invite the King into the jar, filled a large water tank with exorcism objects, and at the same time affixed the symbol paper of the Seventy-second Pharaoh Gate to the cylinder.

Finally, he opened the entrance to the water tank with the gourd pointed at him, and Joon-sen laughed and drilled out of it, but he stuck his head in the condom I had set for him. After screaming and struggling, he was forced to return to the gourd.

I was relieved when I seized the opportunity to quickly seal the gourd.

Whenever it comes up with it in the future, it will subconsciously think that what awaits it outside is this unbreakable array of heavens, and it will be honest.

For safety's sake, I shipped the red gourd directly to the T-shirt man and let him get lost and repressed.

This is finally a satisfactory end, although after several waves, it is good to be surprised, it is the best end.

With regard to Wulin, I can only say that he is lucky, while with regard to the other three victims, it can only be said that if he does not die, he will not die.

Everyone is working hard, either for themselves, for their families, or for dreams that are hard to achieve all their lives.

We should look at their work with respect, playing hooliganism and criticism, and in the end we can only harm others and ourselves.

Cyberviolence deserves our reflection, and it deserves our vigilance.

Just like that famous lyric: If you love, love, if you don't, leave!