"Oh my god...Brother, who are you not...who are you...why are you so tall? I knew it was the eldest brother as soon as I heard the noise! ​​That's great, but you have caught the eldest brother!" The girl made a fuss.

He ran over with an exclaim and grabbed Zhan Zhizhan's arm. He said happily: "Brother, why did you forget? It was that time next to Qingfeng Hotel, where three little leprechauns intercepted

Me, it was you who saved me. I was talking about why I kept getting upset when I was drinking today, and I finally found you!"

Zhan Zhizhan looked at this exquisite face for a long time, and then he remembered that this was not the girl he saved that night who was almost harmed by his gangster classmate. Zhan Zhizhan couldn't help but blurt out: "Oh...

…It turns out…it’s you!”

"Do you remember? My name is Zhuang Jianhong! Brother, what's your name?" Zhuang Jianhong asked again overjoyed.

"Hehe... you are so beautiful, why is your brother trying to make excuses? Humph... your brother is such a bastard that he almost brought trouble to my classmate." Seeing Zhuang Jianhong, Zhan Zhizhan naturally thought of it.

His brother "bumped into a ghost".

"Is he your savior? That's great, his name is Zhan Zhizhan! He is a classmate of our class..." Zhan Zhizhan's face was filled with yin and yang, and he was thinking wildly. "Anthracite" thought he was embarrassed to tell Zhuang Jianhong

name, he rushed to answer.

"Yes, he is my savior. Are you his partner?" Zhuang Jianhong looked at "anthracite" up and down, feeling a little sour.

Seeing Zhuang Jianhong's unkind expression, Zhan Zhizhan hurriedly interrupted her and changed the subject: "Oh...she is the life committee member of our class. We just finished cleaning the canteen together, so we were a little late. Zhuang Jianhong

, where is your target pillar?..."

"You're so old! Oh... so good! Oh my god... I've been looking for you for so long, and finally I found you. I'm so disappointed." Zhuang Jianhong didn't know whether he meant "anthracite" or not Zhan Zhizhan.

It’s so good to have a partner, or it’s so good to find Zhan Zhizhan. She excitedly shook Zhan Zhizhan’s hand and jumped up and down.

Zhan Zhizhan was infected by the innocent girl in front of him, and said with a smile: "Zhuang Jianhong, let go of my hand, your bones will be shaken to pieces! Haha... Do you have a problem with me?"

"

"Oh my god... you are my savior. I must know who you are. Since I have found you, let's go to my house for a drink..." Zhuang Jian's watery eyes were full of expectation.

"But it's so late, I have to go to class tomorrow..." Zhan Zhizhan said with some regret.

"Then...then I'll come back to you tomorrow!" Zhuang Jianhong was obviously a little disappointed. Maybe Zhuang Jianhong reacted in surprise. A big girl from a family dragged a young man she just met home to drink in the middle of the night.

It's a little hard to say but not nice. Although Zhan Zhizhan is Zhuang Jianhong's savior, a girl still has to be reserved. Anyway, I know Zhan Zhizhan's name and what class he is in. If he runs away, the monk can't run away from the temple.

, there will be many opportunities to have a drink with Zhan Zhizhan.

After fooling Zhuang Jianhong away, "Anthracite" also arrived at the door of his dormitory. After walking another hundred and eighty meters, he arrived at the door of his dormitory building. Zhan Zhizhan couldn't help but speed up his pace. Suddenly, a man holding a cigarette in his mouth,

The man wrapped in a dog fur coat and a dog fur hat walked towards him from a distance. In order to let him pass first, Zhan Zhizhan had to stand on the top of the mound.

Unexpectedly, this man staggered under Zhan Zhizhan's feet and fell into a ditch nearly two meters deep where a cement pipe had been laid. The migrant worker who fell into the ditch desperately called for help: "Oh my god...

...Brother, help! Help..."

Zhan Zhizhan hurriedly jumped off the mound, stood on the edge of the ditch, and looked intently into the ditch. As soon as Zhan Zhizhan concentrated, his third eye "Eye for Demons" immediately opened, and he actually saw the ditch.

The spirit of the migrant workers in China is "Luofeng Mountain" guarding the underworld, which is Yang Yun, one of the five ghost emperors in the north. There are nine ghost emperors in total, and they are not evil ghosts as some people think. According to the ancient book "Yuan Shi"

It is recorded in "Shangzhen Immortals Chronicles" and "The Book in the Pillow" that the ghost emperors of the five directions are surrounded by immortal energy. Although they are in the underworld, they are similar to the gods in heaven. Zhan Zhizhan saw sweat on his forehead and his heart was beating wildly.

I know that the migrant workers in the ditch must have something to do with me.

Zhan Zhizhan was shocked and said to the migrant workers below: "Master, how are you? Can you stand up?"

The migrant worker lying at the bottom of the ditch struggled painfully and groaned: "Oh my god... my leg is broken and I can't stand up!"

Hearing this, Zhan Zhizhan hurriedly jumped into the bottom of the ditch, grabbed the migrant worker's shoulders and tried to turn him around. Suddenly, a strong smell of alcohol rushed towards him, almost suffocating Zhan Zhizhan. This migrant worker was

He fell into the ditch because he drank. A great scholar serves the country and the people. How can you save people and tell whether they are drunk or not? Zhan Zhizhan frowned and blamed himself for a while, and asked as patiently as possible:

"Master, you learn from me. Where is the injury? I can give you Zaku Zaku!"

"Oh my god... my leg is broken! Ouch... it hurts me so much! Brother, you are the Great Merciful and Great Compassionate Guanshiyin Bodhisattva who saves the suffering and the great inspiration. Please save me!" the migrant worker groaned.

He kept moaning and screaming in pain.

Zhan Zhizhan saw that this man was probably in his thirties. Although his face was covered in blood and his body was dirty, he looked very much like Chen Daoming, who became a famous actor in the TV series "The Last Emperor" in 1985. Especially him.

His speech, behavior and even temperament are very similar to this film and television superstar who is famous for playing the emperor and an absolute killer of young women. This migrant worker Lien Zhan Zhizhan feels very familiar to him, and even has a very cordial feeling. Zhan Zhizhan feels very familiar with this kind of person.

He has gotten used to things. After all, he was reborn, and he has experienced many people and things. It's just that this girl Mei Zi was ruthless and made herself forget.

Zhan Zhizhan knew that this migrant worker was his old friend, so he had to be extremely careful. However, Zhan Zhizhan felt that this migrant worker was a bit talkative, and his good impression of him was somewhat diminished.

When the migrant worker saw Zhan Zhizhan staring at him without speaking for a long time, he hurriedly made a wish out of breath: "I...my name is Song Yongzhi, please save me. Brother, don't worry, I have money! I'm not short of money.

!Design to repay you well..."

What Song Yongzhi said makes sense. Since ancient times, there has been a saying: "There must be brave men under heavy rewards." What's more, if he is promised a heavy reward, someone will naturally come to rescue Song Yongzhi regardless of the filth and blood. Zhan Zhizhan smiled and took off his clothes.

Song Yongzhi put the dirty towel around his neck and wiped the blood on his head and said: "Master Song, what are you talking about? Everyone has the unbearable heart. Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. In terms of repayment,

, that’s just for profit, not what a gentleman does. If you say this, aren’t you scolding me?”

Song Yongzhi groaned and said: "Oh...brother, you are really a bodhisattva-hearted person, and you are the living thunder front I have ever seen!"

Meeting people is a kind of fate, and meeting people is fate. When they meet, they will be blessed. Zhan Zhizhan is a warm-hearted person. He gently stroked Song Yongzhi's head with his hand and found that his skull was not broken, but only

The skin was scratched a little and the bleeding was just a little more. Zhan Zhizhan felt relieved and bandaged the wound on Song Yongzhi's head with a towel while talking to him in an understated manner to distract him.

Purpose: "Master Song, look at your posture, are you installing sewer pipes for our school cafeteria?"

"Yes! Serve the students completely and completely! We come from all over the world and come together for a common revolutionary goal. Unforeseen circumstances can happen. Fortunately, I met you, a kind-hearted brother." Song Yongzhi.

His mouth is absolutely poor. Fortunately, Zhan Zhizhan knows very little about Er Er Zhuan in the Northeast. Otherwise, he would really think that Song Yongzhi is a red star in Er Er Zhuan. There will always be deep and shallow connections in people's lives, and they will meet all kinds of people.

People, no matter who you meet, it is fate. When you meet, you should treat each other with sincerity, care for each other, warm each other, and cherish each other. This is Zhan Zhizhan's logic!

"Haha... Master Song, don't talk too much. If you talk too much, your blood flow will be accelerated, which will be very detrimental to your wound healing. I want to see how the injury on your leg looks like before sending you to the hospital!

"Zhan Zhizhan smiled and said nonsense.

"Oh my god...thank you! As soon as I saw my eldest brother, I knew that he was a very rich and noble man! Namo's great mercy and compassion saves the suffering and the great inspiration Guanyin Bodhisattva bless my eldest brother to have many descendants, princes and nobles for generations, and high officials in the government departments.

Yeah." This Song Yongzhi couldn't be a Errenzhuan singer, right? Zhan Zhizhan finally remembered that all Errenzhuan singers were eloquent.

"Master Song, don't always talk about new year greetings. Which leg is it that you dare not move?" Zhan Zhizhan was impatient to listen to Song Yongzhi's nonsense, but was too embarrassed to stop him from talking, so he had to touch it while he was talking.

He asked about his injured leg.

"Left leg! All people in the revolutionary ranks must care for each other, love each other, and help each other. Oh my god!...It hurts...it hurts me so much! Brother, don't touch my injured leg!" Song Yongzhi is doing this.

Poor talker, suddenly let out a strange cry.

"Master Song, don't worry. When I was a child, I learned from my father about Zaku's injuries of arms and legs. That year, our big black dog broke its leg, and I was the one who gave it to Zaku.

Okay." Song Yongzhi scratched his tongue, which almost made Zhan Zhizhan's good impression of him disappear, so Zhan Zhizhan deliberately pretended to be innocent to hurt him.

"Oh... my eight generations of ancestors are so virtuous! I am so lucky in the misfortune that I met my elder brother, you, the living Bodhisattva!" In fact, with the shrewdness of this migrant worker, it is impossible not to hear Zhan Zhizhan.

Zhan Zhizhan thought about the implication that Song Yongzhi was asking for help from him now, but he was just pretending not to know. After all, saving lives, healing the wounded, and treating illnesses are the duties of a martial arts practitioner like Zhan Zhizhan. Therefore, Zhan Zhizhan

Check Song Yongzhi's injured left leg very carefully.

"Oh my god...brother, please be gentle, it hurts me so much! Why am I so unlucky!" Song Yongzhi groaned in pain again. Zhan Zhizhan muttered to himself: The tenderness is so obvious, this Song Yongzhi's tibia

It must have been broken. Suddenly, Zhan Zhizhan discovered that Song Yongzhi's fibula had been significantly displaced laterally, forming an angular deformity.

Zhan Zhizhan couldn't help but frowned secretly: "Hey, bang bang, fried green onions in lard! What kind of day is it today? Song Yongzhi is so unlucky! Why are his fibula and tibia broken? I'm afraid

We have to give him Zaku Zaku first!”
Chapter completed!