"Help, someone is being beaten, please come quickly..."
On the streets of Shuangshui Town, Feng Shaoyang gave Feng Shaoyang a panda eye when he came up to the man selling candied haws, and then he ran away with his head in his hands.
Feng Shaoyang, on the other hand, was so excited that he caught up with the man selling candied haws and rode up on him. Then his fists fell like raindrops. Although he was not elegant, his heroic posture was comparable to that of Wu Song fighting a tiger. His bravery was extraordinary.
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After being punched for more than a dozen times, he saw that the Tanghulu guy under him was still not ready, so he sneered and said: "You are quite able to resist. You have been beaten so many times and you still don't show your original shape. Okay, I want to see how you still can."
How long can it last!"
The man selling candied haws on a stick lay on the ground and curled up into a ball, covering his head with his hands to protect his vitals, and then screamed in pain.
At this time, more and more people were watching around, and gradually some people were pointing and pointing.
"What's going on with this guy? Why is he beating people randomly!"
"That's right, this guy has a strange face. He must be from out of town."
"I think this man is sick. Look at what he's saying, he must be possessed!"
After beating him for a while, Feng Shaoyang gradually put away his fist. He looked at the candied haws man on the ground and was a little confused, "Did I really beat him wrong? If he was a ghost, he couldn't be so honest and let me beat him all the time!"
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And while he was stunned, the man on the ground exerted his strength and broke free from under him. Then he quickly ran away for a distance, then turned back and covered his half-swollen face and said angrily.
: "If you dare to hit me, just wait for me. I will go back and call my brother now. If you dare, don't run away!"
After saying that, the man selling candied haws on the ground didn't care about the candied haws on the ground. He turned around and ran away. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared without a trace. Feng Shaoyang, who was about to apologize, didn't even have a chance to open his mouth.
"Did you really beat me wrongly? Hey, I was impulsive!"
Feng Shaoyang also woke up at this time and felt that he was a little reckless, but he looked at his fist again and seemed to feel that something was wrong, "It seems like something is missing?"
Unexpectedly, Feng Shaoyang shook his head, and then he looked at the surrounding crowd. Those people were afraid that he would go crazy and hit people randomly, so they dispersed with a crash, leaving only the candied haws man on the ground.
The remaining target is a candied haws.
"Hey, it's a pity to throw it away. How about I hold it first and then return it to the little brother when he comes back?"
When Feng Shaoyang thought of this, he stepped forward and picked up the target of the candied haws, and then continued to walk forward aimlessly.
Although he may have beaten the wrong person when he beat up the candied haws man, Feng Shaoyang did not relax his vigilance towards the surroundings. Moreover, he felt more and more that something was wrong around him, and he always felt that there was a vague coldness filling the surroundings.
"Is it an illusion?"
Feng Shaoyang didn't pay much attention. Not long after walking forward, he saw the scribe selling paintings. The scribe was still describing the picture of a beautiful woman riding in a car.
Feng Shaoyang accidentally saw this painting and suddenly frowned, "A painting suddenly appeared on a street painting stall, and the woman in the painting is so beautiful. Doesn't this scene seem familiar?"
He thought about it carefully, and then he remembered that there seemed to be this scene in "A Chinese Ghost Story" with the surname Su.
At that time, 'Xiao Qian''s portrait appeared at a painting stall. However, when the news came out later, we found out that 'Xiao Qian' was dead.
"Could it be that the woman in this painting is the heroine in this Chinese fairy tale?"
Feng Shaoyang's thoughts were similar to Su Pingan's, so he immediately got interested, and then went up to the painting stall owner and asked: "Hey boss, who is the woman in this painting? Do you know her name and where she lives?!"
The painting stall owner still replied habitually, "This painting is not for sale!"
"No, I'm asking you who the woman in this painting is. I don't want to buy the painting."
This familiar answer immediately made the painting stall owner frown, and then he raised his head and glanced at Feng Shaoyang. The latter gave him the same feeling as the boy who first came to ask about this painting.
So he snorted coldly, and this time he only replied with one word: "Get out!"
"Hey, why are you so rude? Wait... you are not a ghost, are you? Monster, take a punch from me!"
Feng Shaoyang was about to rush forward and use his fists to check whether the painting stall owner was really a ghost. But before he could take action this time, a group of people behind him suddenly rushed over.
"Senior Brother Feng, what are you doing? Stop it!"
The people who came were none other than Wen Liang and several other Wen Gong students who had just entered Shuangshui Town. Not long after they entered the town, they wanted to find Feng Shaoyang, Su Pingan and their group as soon as possible. Unexpectedly,
When they saw Feng Shaoyang who was about to hit someone, they quickly stopped him.
Wen Liang then walked up. He looked at the frightened owner of the painting stall, then at Feng Shaoyang, and then asked: "Junior Brother Feng, what is going on with you? Have you discovered anything?!"
When Feng Shaoyang saw that it was one of his own, he put down his posture. He frowned and said seriously: "No, but I think this guy is a little suspicious. Look at the painting he has, I think it may be related to the story this time.
related."
"Yeah?!"
Wen Liang also saw the painting then, and his eyes stayed on it for a moment, so he thought about it, took out a bag of money from his arms, threw it on the painting stall owner's table, and said: "Boss, you
I bought the paintings, and the money was treated as payment."
After saying that, Wen Liang took the painting directly, and then he and several Wen Gong disciples took Feng Shaoyang and left, looking very graceful.
But they didn't notice the anger and resentment in the eyes of the painting scribe behind them, "I told you, that painting is not for sale..."
But what he said was already too late, Feng Shaoyang and the others were all gone.
After leaving the painting stall, Wen Liang looked at the painting and put it away temporarily, and then asked Feng Shaoyang about the situation.
Feng Shaoyang also shook his head, "I came in not long ago, so I don't have a clue yet."
Several people were clueless, so they could only wander around.
However, after wandering around for a long time, they still had no clue. They also asked many passers-by about the situation, but no one knew anything about the woman in the painting.
Some students couldn't help it anymore, "Senior Brother Feng, where should we go next? We've been here for so long, and wandering around like this without a clue is not an option."
Just when a few people were getting a little anxious, an old blind man next to them shouted, "Dear friends from outside, have you encountered any problems? Maybe I can help you solve your problems."
