Ancient holy beasts in the wealthy

The next morning, the mayor left Quanshan in a hurry, full of bewilderment.

Before I got home, I was dragged to the bedroom by my wife.

The mayor was overjoyed, but his wife loved him dearly.

However, with a solemn face, his wife said something that frightened him: "There is something wrong with our son! He seems to be bewitched."

The mayor looked in a daze, and said suspiciously: "What, what did you just say, my wife, I didn't hear clearly."

Bewitched?He must have heard it wrong.

The eyes of the mayor's wife were flushed: "My son seems to be possessed by an evil spirit. There is something wrong with him. Come back this time..."

The son is a Ph.D. from Yan University, and has always been the pride of the mayor and his wife.

He loves to study, but loves his parents more.

Although I don't come back many times, I always stay with my parents for a while every time.

He will talk about interesting things that happened in school, how to get along with friends, and also mention his recent troubles and problems.

Until he came back this time, his son's personality changed drastically.

Looking at her like a stranger, it's more like an enemy.

He locked himself in the bedroom and did not go out.

Every time the wife brought tea, the son who would thank her would stare at her with murderous eyes.

It was as if she had disturbed him and wanted to fight her desperately, that piercing gaze made one feel chills all over his body.

Madame is very sad.

Why does the son look at her with such eyes.

The mayor's expression froze, "Are you sure? My son is the most filial."

Madam calmed down her worries: "Yes. You..."

"I'll go and have a look." When the mayor heard that the child was born, his father's love immediately took over his whole body, and the fear in his heart disappeared without a trace.

"Son, Dad is back, you..." After knocking on the door, the mayor said with a smile as calm as possible.

Instead of the usual "please come in", there was a violent "bang".

I don't know what slammed the door hard, and the loud sound knocked on the eardrums.

It's like a irascible patient who hates being disturbed, and warns the aggressor to "get out" of his territory by throwing things.

The mayor was taken aback, and unconsciously took two steps back, staring at the closed door in amazement.

The astonishment gradually receded, and the mayor's face became more serious.

The madam's eyes were red, and she begged softly with sobs: "Son, come out and have a rest, mom made your favorite food..."

"Get out! Don't fucking disturb my study, you fucking leave now!"

A rude shout interrupted Madam's words, and then there was another knock on the door as if to vent her anger.

The mayor's face sank like water, and his eyes were completely cold.

No, this is not his son.

He has taught his son to respect his elders since he was a child. Even in the second grade, if his son is dissatisfied, he will just take the initiative to debate with him.

And he will wait until his father has finished explaining his point of view, and then use a neat paper to refute it in detail.

Finally achieve your goal.

And who is this man who is full of swear words and looks like he has lost his mind?

The mayor just experienced a strange thing and was still remembering it, and suddenly he remembered something.

Hastily rummaged through his pockets and took out a small kit.

A flash of light flashed in the mayor's eyes, he stared at the kit and pursed his lips: "It's okay, I'll try again."

Madam looked at him worriedly: "Husband, do we..."

"Don't be afraid, I may have a solution." The mayor said reassuringly.

He knocked on the door again, but this time a voice came from the door after a long time: "Get out! I don't eat! You, you get out!"

The tone was still harsh, but the mayor was keenly aware of the sternness, and a storm suddenly set off in his eyes.

He thought of the words of the boy who knocked on the door, and took a deep breath.

It seems a bit overwhelming.

He took a deep breath: "Son, I'm going to open the door, I have a small gift for you..."

"No, no, bah, fuck off, I don't want it!"

The words that came out became more and more irritable, as if they were already panicked, and then there was a rush of pinging, bang, bang, bang.

But it wasn't like smashing the door, but like something was accidentally knocked over.

The mayor's eyes darkened, completely sure.

The madam didn't know why, she was sad and unbelievable, and even more endlessly worried: "My God, did your son fall?"

With a sharp gaze, the mayor held his wife's hand, gritted his teeth and said, "It's not my son!"

Something dirty has possessed the son.

He held the kit tightly, it gave the mayor courage as if it had thousands of magic powers, he took a deep breath.

The mayor said, "Where's the key? Open the door."

When this matter was mentioned, Madam's face turned pale: "It's useless."

She tried it, and after the first time she opened it under her son's shocked and disgusted eyes, the key could no longer open the door.

"My son might be blocking it from inside." The lady clenched her fists, feeling very worried.

The mayor patted her: "It's okay, let's try again this time."

Madam wanted to say something, but finally nodded, and went back to the study to fetch the basically unused key.

Perhaps it was an illusion, Madam felt that the key was icy cold.

until my husband took it away.

The creepy sting immediately dissipated, and Madam's palm warmed up: "Husband."

The mayor nodded: "It must be possible."

The fact is indeed true, the door was easily opened with a "click", as if everything before was an illusion of the lady.

The madam was very surprised. She touched the door lock to confirm that it was intact, and then hurriedly looked at her son.

But at this moment the son was hiding in the corner, watching them warily.

His eyes were bloodshot.

The usually tidy room was in a mess, with torn pages and scratches all over the floor.

Madam's eyes froze, and the circles of her eyes turned red. The clay sculptures of their family of three were thrown to pieces on the ground.

It's an ugly clay sculpture of three people.But the son is very rare, and has cherished it for more than ten years.

Just because it was pinched by father, mother and him.

It's a family that loves each other.

"Get out! Stay away from me! Otherwise, I'll jump from here!" The son sternly grabbed the window, his ferocious handsome face changed shape.

The mayor's face changed drastically, and he was furious: "What the hell are you! Get out of my son's body!"

"Bah, I'm your son, don't you even know your own son?"

"My son doesn't know how to curse or break clay sculptures." The lady wiped the corners of her eyes, her shoulders trembled, and her tone was firm.

"Hahaha, now that you know, I won't hide it anymore, yes, I have taken over this body."

"Your son is here, don't blame me if you want to destroy me!"

The mayor was afraid that the evil spirit would harm his son, so he threw a mouse trick and was bluffed.

The confrontation was like this, and the momentum ebbed and flowed. At first, Xie Chong, who was still terrified and resentful, saw the two hesitate, and immediately became arrogant.

The mayor held the kit tightly, his eyes popped: "You, how can you leave my son's body?"

The son rolled his eyes and said, "First, burn the kit."

The mayor's pupils shrank suddenly and he gritted his teeth.

When the two sides were at a stalemate, a whirlwind blew up on the flat ground, followed by a terrified scream: "No, no, I didn't harm anyone..."

"Don't kill me, I don't, ah..."

"Ah."

The curtains were blown and rattled, and the son hiding behind the curtains struggled violently, his whole body twitching in pain.

The whirlwind gradually dissipated, the son said "Mom and Dad", rolled his eyes and passed out.

The mayor and his wife looked at each other and rushed over in panic.

The madam held her son in a panic to test his breath, weeping uncontrollably: "My son is still alive, what happened?"

The mayor's eyes were gloomy, and he shoved the peace amulet into his hand and squeezed it tightly: "Son, you are the strongest, you will be fine, right?"

jingle.

When the doorbell rang, the bewildered mayor and his wife couldn't help but tense at the same time: "Who could it be?"

The mayor wiped his face: "Help my son to rest first, and I will open the door."

The situation of the son was strange, and the wife dismissed the nanny just in case, so there were only three members in the family, and the mayor opened the door himself.

The mayor took a deep breath, and then took a sharp breath. He saw the familiar handsome boy through the door mirror.

The little brother seemed to be able to see him, and smiled at him through the door.

The mayor gave a shock.

What the hell!

Compared with the pure panic before, this time he was more flustered, and he hurriedly opened the door: "Yes, it's you..."

No. 931 nodded with a smile: "Hello Mayor, I forgot to tell you how to use the kit."

and so……

If it was a day ago, the mayor would have believed him.

But everything he experienced in the past two days made the mayor vaguely guess what.

He stared at No. 931 with flickering eyes. It was true that he was apprehensive, but he felt grateful.

No matter who it is, the one who saved the son is the benefactor.

As incredible as the mayor were Yang Pengcheng and Zhu Zhe, who left Quanshan in a daze after meeting Xin Zhu.

They don't remember slime's transformation, but they remember Xin Zhu's comments, especially Zhu Zhe.

He is stubborn, not cold and heartless.

He could only secretly call his mother and learned that his father was admitted to the hospital because of a heart attack.

On the other side, Yang Pengcheng stared at the blackened kit in his hand and became suspicious.

Just an hour ago, the doctor had trouble, and he almost gave up.

After a while, he took out his mobile phone in a daze, "Xiao Zhe, let me ask you, your father's body..."

[Lao Yang, my father has a heart attack!I'm in the car now, and I have no idea that my dad is in such poor health. 】

Before Yang Pengcheng could finish speaking, Zhu Zhe, the e-sports god, finished his narration.

Then he changed his painting style crazily, and said with concern: [Yes, I am a little god.And you? 】

Zhu Zhe remembered Yang Pengcheng's comments, so he wasn't quite|stable.

Yang Pengcheng lowered his eyes: "Me too, Mr. Yan's lover may be a little magical."

【Oh my god!Oh my god! 】

【The same to you?Really in trouble?Really really really? 】

【I'm a good young man. If you think about your words, I'll believe you! 】

Yang Pengcheng said helplessly, "It's true."

【………】

【Old Yang, help me donate some money to Quanshan first, and wait for me to take my father over to fulfill the wish in person. 】

【Otherwise, Lao Yang, you can donate a little too, so you can feel at ease. 】

Yang Pengcheng: "..."

Yang Pengcheng: "Yes."

Quanshan is developing in an orderly and rapid manner, and the rating team has already set off, and they will review and score each unit one by one according to the province.

About a week later, they will arrive at the Heart Fire Paradise. During this week, the Quanshan people will enter the battle preparation mode.

Except for the big boss of Quanshan, Xin Zhu.

He sank into the beanbag sofa with a distracted gaze, while Professor Pang Di and Xing Tian were arguing with each other in professional terms around VR technology.

Professor Di is a professor majoring in games, and Xing Tian is the boss of a game company. Both of them are very professional.

Uncommon professional words popped up and reorganized one by one, forming a wild and unconstrained style of bird language.

It brushed through Xin Zhu's head like a virus with garbled characters.

Can't understand.Xin Zhu's face was serious.

If these are the learning content of university majors, it would be absolutely unobtrusive for Xin Zhu to fail the subject based on his ability.

Professor Di is here to give Xin Zhu some ordinary news this time, the boss Xin Zhu has failed his exam.

Only took one exam and failed only one subject.

The results are very stable.

Xin Zhu scratched his face, and before he had time to savor the emotions of failing the exam, he was pulled into the bottomless vortex of knowledge by the two of them.

Blinking, Xin Zhu blinked again, and called Zhang Shaodong: "What about the activity plans of each department?"

Compared to listening to obscure scriptures, Big Brother Xin is suddenly diligent.

Zhang Shaodong had a look of disbelief.

Zhang Shaodong tentatively said: "Boss, do you want to see it? I'll come right over."

Glancing at the two of them, Xin Zhu grinned faintly: "I'm here to invest, you go develop it quickly."

Hurry up and stay away from his office area, Xueba is so annoying.

Xing Tian: "..."

Professor Di was taken aback, but couldn't help being happy: "Do I need to make up lessons for you?"

Xin Zhu sneered coolly: No.

In addition to Zhang Shaodong who was full of suspicion, there was also Young Master Ding who had an aura like ice.

Young Master Ding was wearing a Tibetan-colored military uniform, and his burly body seemed to be even stronger, and it should have broken through two meters one.

He stood there casually, like a lonely mountain top.

Can't be ignored.

Xin Zhu raised her eyebrows, "Why are you here?"

Could it be that he needs his protection, he looked up and down Young Master Ding, and didn't notice anything unusual, it might be better to say that he is in good spirits on happy occasions.

Young Master Ding's brows and eyes contained hints of joy, perhaps something good happened.

Young Master Ding said respectfully, "I'll pay you back."

Xin Zhu was puzzled: "?"

He didn't feel any request, how could someone fulfill his wish?

Rubbing her chin with interest, Xin Zhu pointed to the sofa opposite: "Sit down and talk."

Originally, there was no sofa, but then Vice President Wen found out that the person looking for the boss had no seat, and it was unseemly to talk standing up.

So he arranged for Mr. Li to build a row of sofas.

Young Master Ding still sat upright, never letting go of his tense strings: "Fulfill your wish."

Xin Zhu nodded, raised his chin and said, "Tell me."

"Ermai learned that Chi's death had a sudden cerebral infarction." Young Master Ding spoke concisely, dryly describing the thrilling things.

Ermai is only a worthless dude, and his father has a cerebral infarction, so he takes risks.

Wanting to intercept and kill Young Master Ding on the road, people are too stupid to trap themselves in it.

Not only was his arm crippled, but he was also sentenced to life imprisonment.

The clown of the second branch has suffered the consequences after jumping for more than ten years, and completely lost the opportunity and qualification to compete for the top.

Since then, the Ding family has become the property of Young Master Ding, and the old man has nothing to say about it.

Xin Zhu's eyes flashed: "Oh."

Young Master Ding's dark eyes were bottomless: "How should I fulfill my wish?"

It would be easy to deal with if it was an evil god enshrined.

this……

Xin Zhu laughed: "You didn't make a wish, and I didn't do anything, you don't need to fulfill your wish."

Young Master Ding was surprised, his deep eyes flickered, and he slowly lowered his eyes.

He made a wish.When he learned about his younger brother's situation, he was almost out of breath when he was pressed by the people of the second line, so he made a wish.

It was Xin Zhu who killed Uncle Chi, and he should fulfill his wish.

Young Master Ding is stubborn.

Xin Zhu pointed to Xing Tian and Professor Di: "These two are going to make a game, you should invest."

Professor Di: "..." Shouldn't he be irritating Little Sun?

Xing Tian twitched speechlessly: "Hey! Xin Zhuzhu!"

Young Master Ding: "..."

Young Master Ding was stunned: "???"

Xin Zhu grinned and licked the fire with the tip of his tongue: "True knowledge comes from practice. Don't be afraid that the follow-up funds will not keep up. Investors are here."

Young Master Ding's tense face was rarely moved: "I, yes."

Today, Xin Zhu has done another big thing without hesitation.

The corners of Zhang Shaodong who watched the whole process twitched slightly: "Boss, this is a plan submitted by various departments."

Zhang Shaodong: "I have already approved some of them, and these are pretty good."

Xin Zhu raised her eyebrows, "Moon cake interaction?"

Zhang Shaodong said with a smile: "The dumpling activity in Quanshan has become a humanistic culture after two phases, and we can continue to carry it out."

"En." Xin Zhu nodded, pointing to the plan of "Chasing the Moon": "What is this?"

Inexplicably, the boss thought of Yan Youjiu's handsome face.

Zhang Shaodong: "It's the activity of appreciating the moon."

After flipping through it roughly, Xin Zhu gave a "hmm" and returned it to Mr. Zhang intact: "Yes."

"Leave it to you to deal with." Big brother Xin said so.

Zhang Shaodong: "..."

So what exactly did the dumping pot ask him to do?Just to watch the fun?

Zhang Shaodong waved his hand slowly, and left by himself.

Xin Zhu swiped open her phone, and was surprised to find that Quan Shan was on the trending list again.

This time it was because of Journey to the West, he clicked on the video at will, and there was a little monkey and a piglet in it.

One of the two little guys is holding a hula hoop, and the other is dancing the hula hoop.

The little monkey also learned to invite applause.

The little monkey was swinging back and forth with a toy golden cudgel, and the golden cudgel made a rattling sound when he swung it, so it felt quite good.

Piggy will perform with the little monkey, and lovebirds will be in charge of narration and commentary.

[On that day, the senior brother found a wild beast and went to check, the second senior brother...]

The female lovebirds can't sing, and it's very funny to recite strange tunes. The male bird is responsible for the soundtrack, dubbing, and the fighting sound of weapons...

The crude version of Journey to the West, which is completely composed of a few spirited monsters, makes people laugh and scream.

The comments are rows of hahaha, and some question whether they were cruelly trained.

[Hahaha, I, Quanshan, don’t feel uneasy if I don’t do some tricks every day. Two days ago, I was shocked by Bai Niao Chaofeng!Today you will publish the happy version of Journey to the West, and I will give you a thumbs up. 】

[Don't mention Bainiao Chaofeng, Bainiao Chaofeng in the southern town was snatched home by Quanshan, okay? 】

[These three little guys are so cute, I want to see the live version! 】

【Pooh!Whose pig is so smart, has it become a sperm?Quan Shan will do anything for Hong, even the animals, it's too embarrassing! 】

[Don't talk nonsense without evidence, these videos are uploaded by tourists themselves, you should take a good look at them yourself! 】

[What's wrong with the tourists, maybe they are people from Quanshan in disguise!What's the best...]

[There are already half-immortals, why can't there be spirited animals?Just wait, I'll ask Banxian! 】

Xin Zhu glanced at the message, the corners of his mouth curled up, he searched through the account deliberately and then chose the order.

Ever since it was revealed that "Half Immortal" and Qin Rong are friends, fans have been on the rise, and now they have a seven-figure following.

There are countless messages, and after leaving comments, the account of "Half Immortal" was closed.

While everyone was arguing about Journey to the West, a post on the forum slowly heated up. It told about the "unknown" of Quanshan.

While poking the game, Xin Zhu heard that Yu Qiang and Professor Feng were here.

Xin Zhu raised her eyebrows suspiciously.

Professor Feng was excited: "We have found a plant that breaks through the zombie virus and can make preventive medicine. The possibility of a cure is not high."

In other words, this medicine is aimed at the infected, and if it is completely mutated, it will be useless.

Speaking of which, he discovered the magical plants when he went to the centaur's small botanical garden.

Just planted in the corner, very inconspicuous.

Xin Zhu nodded: "Yes."

Yu Qiang smiled slightly: "Maybe I can go to Feige Country to spread the virus, and the popularity of the medicine will start."

Not long ago, he threw a virus factor into the sea area over there, causing the flu to spread across Feige Country.

Xin Zhu froze for a moment: "Is the artist angry with you?"

It looked like he was in a hurry to find the pump.

Yu Qiang's eyes wandered, and his cheeks flushed: "No, I used some tricks to get him to sleep on time, which probably interrupted his inspiration..."

"Huh?" Xin Zhu responded suspiciously, observing Yu Qiang carefully.

Unfortunately, the face of the god is not easy to identify.

If the painter was here, he would have to put on a strong face: He said things as if he had done something wrong.

The painter just ran away at a loss. Who would kiss a friend on the mouth?