He put his hands in his pockets and watched the motorcycle go away. It took him a long time to come back to his senses.
He laughed at himself and said, "It's a shame that I didn't even ask if I would be given a job."
However, no matter how good the treatment is, Wei Yuan does not want to take the initiative to get involved in the dangerous world of monsters and ghosts. The Crouching Tiger waist card would choose him, which may be the worst decision made by this waist card. Even Wan Qiniang faded away from the evil ghost world.
Wei Yuan just glanced at the volume "Strange Powers and Chaotic Gods: Gods No. 5" that he opened at the back and put it down.
Isn’t it good to live a good life?
What reason is there to take the initiative to get involved in those things?
He shook his head and turned around, almost startled.
In the room that was empty just now, there were a bunch of dead ghosts crowded around the refrigerator.
Gloomy.
The fishing guy put his head directly through the refrigerator door, then pulled it out, his eyes were dull, and he murmured:
"No more, all gone..."
"What's missing?"
"The meaning of living."
"speak English."
"...The Coke is gone."
Wei Yuan opened the refrigerator door. There were several cans of Coke inside. He had drank a lot in the past few days. He just took out the last two cans and entertained Zhou Yi. These wandering souls seemed unable to leave the museum.
One of my biggest hobbies is to get together and drink Coke.
Now the greatest fun is gone. The three ghosts and two paper figures all turned their heads and looked at Wei Yuan pitifully.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Water started leaking in the bathroom.
This is the characteristic of water ghosts.
Wei Yuan rubbed his eyebrows: "Stop it, stop it."
"I'll go to the market in the afternoon and buy some."
……………………
It didn't take long for Wei Yuan to move here.
This is my first time coming to this convenience market.
It occupies a large area and is divided into vegetable area, fruit area, aquatic product area, meat, dry goods, and seasoning area.
In the middle is a supermarket.
Most of them are small storefronts with stalls set up on the spot.
Wei Yuan was thinking about whether to buy some meat when suddenly a man stopped him in front of him. He was a skinny old man and said with a smile:
"Would you like to buy some seasonings? I can make them at home and add some to everything. If you have an appetite, come and take a look?"
Wei Yuan saw several small bottles and cans placed on the stall next to him.
He shook his head and declined:
"Thank you, uncle. My appetite is okay. I don't need to add any special appetizing ingredients."
The old man sat down regretfully.
Wei Yuan found the butcher shop owner and picked some pork. A man happened to be walking by and accidentally tripped. The things in his arms were scattered all over the floor. Wei Yuan knelt down to help pick them up. He saw that they were all meat and bones.
Such a big deal, but that man is still thin.
The man thanked him repeatedly, picked up his things, and trotted forward as if he was in a hurry.
He also stopped the old man and sold him the seasonings that can stimulate appetite and digestion.
The owner of the butcher shop next to him was holding a cigarette, took a look, and said:
"It's that brother named Zhang again, but let's not talk about it, he really needs that thing, and this might be useful."
"it works?"
The butcher shop owner glanced at Wei Yuan and said while chopping the meat:
"Yes, to do mukbang, you have to have a good appetite."
Wei Yuan was a little curious this time and said:
"Mukbang, I don't think he can eat at all."
The boss took out his cigarette and said:
"Eat, that's for sure not to be eaten. I can feed the two of them by myself, but what can I do? My daughter got sick and got a lot of money, my wife ran away, and he almost broke it into three parts.
I go to work during the day, pick my daughter up at night to get settled, and have to drive fast. It’s early in the morning, and I have to do mukbang for another hour or two when I get back.”
"If you ask me, this is doing yourself wrong."
"Is there any way?"
"In this life, there is nothing one can do about the word poverty. It is a disease that either feeds one's conscience to dogs, or there is no way to cure it."
"Here, your five flowers."
The boss handed the meat to Wei Yuan, and Wei Yuan took it. He saw the man named Zhang taking the seasoning from the old man's hand, turning around and walking away in a hurry. He looked at the time and saw that it was about time to pick up the children from school. Wei Yuan
It's not easy for anyone to express emotion, so he turned around to leave.
A man bumped shoulders with him.
He was a gentle-looking man with delicate skin and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He apologized repeatedly, and Wei Yuan waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing and that he didn't need to worry about it.
The man nodded with a smile and walked quickly.
………………
‘Fang Cheng’ walked forward unhurriedly.
He had just come out of the police station not long ago.
Ordinary yin and yang eyes can see a spirit body covered with human skin. Ordinary Taoist priests cannot see his true appearance, let alone a policeman?
His eyes kept scanning over one person.
Look at the pieces of skin.
The old ones are not good. They have been exposed to wind and sun for decades and are too rough.
Men can't do it, it's too rough.
Neither can most women.
I used this kind of cosmetics at a young age, and my good skin was ruined.
No, no, no.
'Fang Cheng' felt like there was a fire burning in his stomach, as if he had been hungry for more than ten days, but when he saw food that was not to his liking, he became increasingly anxious.
no.
This skin, this skin is going to rot.
You have to find materials quickly, make up for it, make up for it.
He quickly scanned for targets and prey.
Then he found it.
The perfect prey.
It has not been exposed to wind and sun, so it will not be rough.
Without development, he won't be as rough as most adult men.
I haven't had time to use cosmetics yet.
"goodbye teacher."
"Goodbye, kids. When you go home, listen to your parents."
"Okay~"
'Fang Cheng' looked away from the target group and saw the words "Quan City Kindergarten" above. He straightened his tie and adjusted his glasses. He looked gentle and gentle, like a man who came to pick up a child and brought him home.
With a gentle smile, he walked towards the kindergarten.
There are also a few children there who are temporarily staying here because the adults at home are busy.
He couldn't wait to touch that tender skin.
Tear it off and soak it in the mantra.
Stick it on your body.
The pace quickens.
There is only one alleyway left.
There was a man leaning against the wall in the alley ahead. He didn't pay attention to it, but when 'Fang Cheng' walked quickly, the man straightened up and passed by him.
At that moment, the man suddenly raised his arm and wrapped his arms around Fang Cheng's neck.
So strong...
Fang Cheng stumbled back a few steps, covering his throat and coughing continuously.
His neck was directly dented by the blow just now and became twisted.
Coughing, he raised his head and looked at the person who had ruined his good deeds with hatred in his eyes.
He still remembered that this was the person he bumped into just now.
Wei Yuan looked at the man's condition, and the Crouching Tiger waist badge trembled and buzzed slightly.
Words rise in my mind.
Strange Department - Painted Skin Slave.
PS: Thanks to |Mahjong| for the 10,000 reward, thank you~