The heavens start from Maoshan

Zhang Heng was about to leave.

I found that Manager Xiong was blocking the door, as if he still had something to say.

Unfortunately.

Manager Xiong wasn't powerful and weird with high-level thinking, his eyes were facing each other, and Zhang Heng didn't understand what it was going to do for a long time.

It wasn't attacking him anyway.

Because in his eyes, Manager Xiong is very calm, and the power of law in his body has not gone berserk.

Kaka Kaka...

Manager Xiong wriggled with weird steps.

Soon he came to a shelf, took out a femur bone of an unknown creature, and kept gesticulating in front of Zhang Heng.

After half a sound.

It threw away the thighbone, turned around and went to the counter to rummage for a while.

Soon, holding a paper box like a treasure, he reappeared in front of Zhang Heng.

"For me?"

Zhang Heng was a little surprised.

Could it be that there is still a promotion in the weird store, seeing that he has spent hundreds of dollars in the store, he wants to give it a small gift?

With this thought.

Zhang Heng opened the carton with a question mark on his face.

into the eye.

Inside was a black coat.

The style is very simple, but the material is good.

Touch it, it's top-notch.

Shake it off again.

The size is also considered suitable, but the word "Shou" on the clothes is a bit annoying.

"A nice law item."

"Clothes should have special functions."

Zhang Heng felt one or two: "If you buy it, it will cost about [-] yuan."

In his bones, Zhang Heng is a bit of a businessman.

Self-subjectively, I naturally have a good impression of this smiling store.

Now, the impression is even better.

"People are not human, ghosts are not ghosts, this world is in chaos."

"The headquarters are intrigues, and they are still thinking about how to check and balance me. I don't bother to care about them."

"On the contrary, it's you. Others are afraid of you, but in my opinion, you are easier to deal with than others. People's hearts are too complicated."

Zhang Heng sighed.

As he said that, he didn't dislike the birthday character on it, and happily wore it on his body.

Don't say it yet.

The clothes are chilly on the body, and the whole person has a lot of energy.

"Thank you very much, I like this dress very much."

Zhang Heng waved goodbye to Manager Xiong.

"senior..."

out of the store.

Yang Nuonuo was stunned when he saw him for the first time: "There is a child lying on your shoulder."

Zhang Heng looked down.

I saw a dead child with a purple complexion, who looked like two or three years old, lying on his shoulder and giggling.

"Really naughty."

Zhang Heng didn't care either, and breathed out at the dead child.

next second.

The dead child lowered his head, turned into green smoke and got into the black coat, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

“Smile Shop!”

Do it all.

Zhang Heng looked back at the shop's signboard again.

He had a hunch that the smiling shop he saw might just be the tip of the iceberg.

And in the deeper places, it may not only be limited to Blackwater Town, but may also have its branches in other places of law.

Because its service is so attentive.

There is no reason not to be bigger and stronger.

"money above all!"

Zhang Heng muttered: "Is it the law of money?"

Behind the smile store.

It is suspected that there is a terrifying and strange existence who masters the law of money.

Its magnitude may not be below that of Weird Radio, or even stronger, and it belongs to the strongest group of spirits of law under the red moon.

As for why you think so.

Don't forget that Zhang Heng was born in Taoism.

In Taoism, there is a big man who is in charge of the source of wealth.

The congratulatory speech said: I am Zhao Tianjun of Xuantan, I am the lord of the Caibo Mansion, and I am also in charge of the Department of Fenghuo, Plague and Thunder, and my birthday is in March.

Marshal Zhengyi Xuantan.

Zhao Gongming.

Chapter 3 Seventy: The old man and the old woman and the baby

tata tao...

As the land of the law, the spirit of the law, or the abode of the incarnation of the law of distortion.

Under normal circumstances, Heishui Town should be quiet and peaceful.

But there is one exception.

That is, there are unwanted interlopers.

Leaning on crutches, Zhang Heng stepped on the black mud step by step.

This is the outskirts of Heishui Town. Unlike the semi-modern towns, the layout here is very simple.

The small courtyards are connected to each other and seem to be independent, but they are actually a whole.

And in the deepest part of these connected small courtyards, there is a manor hidden under the deep forest.

Crash.

There was a strong wind in the forest.

The wind rustled the leaves.

Zhang Heng looked around.

Every tree has an old man's face on its body.

On the leaves were the faces of young men and women. They looked at Zhang Heng in horror, as if they were disturbed by him.

"You stay."

through the woods.

Zhang Heng stopped in his tracks and said to Yang Nuonuo without looking back.

Yang Nuonuo didn't dare to ask any more questions, so she could only reply obediently: "Yes, senior."

crunch...

Zhang Heng strode forward.

Walking to the gate of the manor, the gate of the manor opened automatically.

into the eye.

An old couple sat in the manor.

The old man was lying on a rocking chair, playing with a pair of exercise balls.

The old woman stood aside, humming weird nursery rhymes, as if she was coaxing the dead baby in her hands to sleep.

see this scene.

Zhang Heng smiled.

Just when he was about to step into the manor, a strange scene appeared.

"Ok?"

Step out.

Zhang Heng found that he was back in the woods, and Yang Nuonuo was standing in front of him, looking at him inexplicably.

It seemed to say again: "Senior, why did you run behind me?"

"Space transfer!"

Zhang Heng nodded slightly: "It's interesting, but you still underestimated me."

Swipe your right hand forward.

Butterflies began to dance around Zhang Heng.

This is of course not an ordinary butterfly, but a butterfly of time and space.

do not forget.

Zhang Heng once learned from Liushen her space gauze technique.

So it's not that Zhang Heng doesn't understand the way of space at all, it's just that compared to his immersion in time, space is really a little tricky.

But even so.

Spread your right hand, stabilize yourself with the Butterfly of Time and Space, but it is enough not to be affected by the old woman's space transfer.

"what is this?"

Yang Nuonuo's eyes widened.

Under her gaze, Zhang Heng leaned on a cane and walked forward on the leaves.

Every step he took, countless butterflies would rise up around him, and these butterflies flew around him, both beautiful and magnificent.

"Cough cough..."

one step down.

The space around Zhang Heng shook for a while, seemingly real but not real.

But when this distortion ended, Zhang Heng was not teleported away like the first time, but took that step and stood inside the manor.

"cough cough..."

The rocking chair rocked gently.