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"—Here is some information about this matter."

Behind the large desk, a middle-aged man with a slightly bald head was sitting upright, but he couldn't hide the wandering fear in his eyes.

It's troublesome now...

He was in charge of the reconstruction project of the old district. Yaoyang Real Estate also "expressed" to him in order to securely win the project. These are actually nothing, but if those materials are spread...

It might not be a big deal to hand over the renovation of the old Linshan District to a Japanese company, but the recent water pipe burst accident has made the residents extremely dissatisfied. Then pour this bucket of oil, the result can be imagined.

It was only a few days ago that the news came from the higher-ups, and they intend to move their positions... A few things are stacked together, and the middle-aged man's forehead is already slightly sweating.He raised his head and looked at the young man sitting across from him with a dry smile: "This matter... is indeed... a bit difficult."

He didn't dare to underestimate the person opposite him, even if he could still be called a child at his age—the heir that the old man Chonghua had worked so hard to cultivate, at this age, people who had already started to contact the management of the entire Chonghua Group, could they be considered children? ?

"It's not your fault, Uncle." The young man raised his head, with a pale smile on his face, "Not many people know about Yaoyang's Japanese investment, and they used inferior materials, maybe It's just a coincidence—"

"That's right, it's a coincidence." The middle-aged man nodded hastily, "Then..."

"As soon as this incident happens, the old area of ​​Linshan will probably be remodeled. Can you entrust me with this matter?" Unexpectedly by the middle-aged man, the young man put forward the condition bluntly.

This condition... is really simple.

The remedial project is different from the reconstruction project, the construction difficulty is much greater, and the quality requirements are also stricter, but the oil and water are relatively insufficient, which is really not a good condition...

"Ah, by the way, I remember that the bronze statue in the Heroes Square will also be redecorated?" As if remembering something, the young man added, "Anyway, it's by the way, why don't we go together?"

Compared with the remedial project, this is even more pediatrics.

Faced with such generous conditions, it is really hard for middle-aged people not to be tempted.After the two parties reached a consensus, the young man stood up and said goodbye. Before he left, the middle-aged man couldn't help but ask "why".

"...Compared to them, I can do too little." After a moment of silence, the boy replied.

The water pipe burst accident finally faded out of people's sight after occupying important pages for several days. The only aftermath worth mentioning is the bankruptcy of a well-known real estate company in Linshan.Soon after, the logo of Heroes Square and Linshan Anti-Japanese Heroes Memorial Sculpture were completed and reappeared in front of the citizens.

To this end, the city government also organized a small commemorative event.It's a pity that the weather is not beautiful, and it started to rain continuously that morning.

"...It is estimated that no one will come." Chang Sheng looked at the scene where there were only a few people, and shrugged, "Forget it, that's fine."

——It is better to let sincere people participate than to let a group of people who have dealt with things mess around.

Since there are only so many people, there is no need to follow the steps of the original ceremony. Yuan Changsheng, the person in charge of the statue decoration, said a few words, and the canvas covering the statue was removed.

The rust has been completely removed, the statue retains the bronze background, and the calm temperament has not changed. The only difference is that there is something more on it.

One train.

From the bottom of the statue, following the movements of the characters, it circled upwards, but in the end, it never raised its head to the sky, but looked straight at the dragon around the surrounding land.

For this reason, Changsheng also had a small conflict with the government. After all, the dragon is not materialistic enough, and it is a bit inappropriate to appear on the anti-Japanese hero commemorative sculpture.

In the end, it was finally approved on the grounds that "the giant dragon symbolizes the take-off of the Chinese nation".

Fortunately, the people present didn't seem to have any opinion on the parts added to the statue. After paying attention to the statue for a few seconds, they stepped forward one by one tacitly, and put the bouquets in their arms under the statue.

"I knew it would be better if I didn't come..." The brown dyed hair was soaked by the rain, and it stuck to the face limply.Song Guimu wiped his face and muttered.

"Meow~" The white cat, which was also wet on the shoulder, patted his face with its tail in disapproval. Song Guimu shrugged, and pulled up the hood of his coat casually, pretending to be an insignificant passerby.

He knew most of the people present, such as the duo of well-dressed civil servants over there, the war ghost who helped Changsheng hold the umbrella, and the rest were the curator and some staff members of the Linshan Military Museum...but there were also a few who were embarrassed. of.

For example, the woman over there who was chatting with some brat.

"My grandfather is not in good health. I came here for him." Putting down the bouquet in her hand, the woman noticed the clock error while silently looking at her, and said with a smile.

This child doesn't look very old, did he come with his parents?

He was still wearing a suit, like a little grown-up...

Zhong Cuo nodded as if he could see through his mind: "Yes, but that guy can't get through now."

He moved his mouth toward the side of the square, and Zhang Fei, who was also in a suit, was standing beside a car over there - he was going to come over, but unfortunately his body really didn't give him face.

"Is he all right?"

"You'll be fine if you don't eat indiscriminately." Zhong Cuo replied blankly, and put down the bouquet in his hand.

Putting her palms together and praying, the woman stood up, walked to the curator of the museum, took out the things in the bag and handed them over.

The old bugle was polished, and the ribbon tied on it was replaced with a new one. It was carefully wrapped in cloth and covered with a layer of bags.

"Grandpa said...this should be given to the museum." Although she didn't understand why the old man who had always regarded him as his heart and soul was suddenly so generous.

"How is Mr. Lin?" The curator asked worriedly after taking over the bugle.

"It's okay, I'm in good health, but I accidentally tripped yesterday and couldn't come this morning. Because of this, he vomited with me for a long time." The woman smiled slightly, "He seems to want to write a book now, and he said he wanted to write a book." To write down everything that happened back then... I don’t know where the idea came from.”

The museum turmoil caused by a visit has finally passed.

After that, Zhan Gui handed over the recovered demon sword to many, and they returned it on their behalf.I don't know what they explained to the museum, but the museum actually sent a pennant to Zhang Fei with beating gongs and drums as a reward for "standing up for justice and defending precious cultural relics".

Leaving aside how unreliable the explanation of "monitoring has been repaired and the truth has been seen" is unreliable, anyway, Mr. Zhang successfully cleared his grievances, went back to work, and got an extra month's bonus.

In addition, many of them seem to be planning to give him some kind of award for being a good citizen for righteousness and bravery-Zhang Fei is not keen on this, but he doesn't mind if he can get a certificate to scare people.

Life seems to be back to normal, except...

"Ouch...Ouch..."

With a cold face, Zhong Cuo threw the towel to the one who kept calling on the bed: "It started again?"

"Yeah~" Zhang Fei pressed his stomach with a bitter face, "I thought it was fine."

"You dare to eat something like Tanqingguo..." Zhong Cuo's face darkened when he mentioned this, "It's good to have a stomachache!"

"I know I was wrong..." Perfunctory without any sincerity.

Zhong gave him a wrong look, sighed, went to the bed and sat down.

"...Why did you lie to me?"

Zhang Fei blinked and blinked, and finally matched the problem with something not long ago: "I said I didn't lie to you, but after I realized my shame, I practiced hard and finally became a tree climber... Do you believe it?"

Zhong Cuo looked at him blankly, and answered his question with the action of "holding the hot towel to Zhang Fei's face as if to shoot".

"Then I have nothing else to say." Zhang Fei pretended to be dead—anyway, he is now a patient, and the kid can't do anything about it.

Sure enough, Zhong Cuo didn't clap his hands, he just curled his lips, stood up, and went to pour water for someone lying on the bed pretending to be dead.

In fact, he could guess the answer, but that answer...

"Tell me, how are they doing now?" Zhang Fei asked suddenly.

"I don't know."

"You are the king of ghosts."

"I'm not in hell."

"...That's true." Zhang Fei muttered, took a sip of hot water, and suppressed a certain hockey puck that was raging in his stomach—it's strange to say that this greedy fruit, after eating it, it's like a broken alarm clock Attacks from time to time, the stomach hurts like colic, but after a while, it calms down again.

He's getting used to it now...

"However, based on their situation, they may not be able to reincarnate for a while-after all, it is 70 years late, and it will take a long time just to check the life and death book." Meaning, a certain priest gloated even more: "The work efficiency of the underworld, tsk tsk."

"Comfortable?" Seeing his brows soothed, Zhong Cuo was also slightly relieved.

"Ah, it's almost there." Leaning on the bed, Zhang Fei looked out the window and replied casually.

The city outside can barely be considered prosperous, the environment is not very good, and the law and order are tentatively qualified. As for the historical background and cultural environment... Hey, don't mention it.

Hometown... hometown.

He can't be like that dragon, defending and guarding at all costs. In the days to come, he will try his best to treat this place better.

Think of it as...paying respect to that dragon who doesn't know whether to describe it as stupid or gentle.

"The fruit of greed was taken away by that guy?!"

Ghost Immortal's angry voice resounded through the space, Mr. Gui lowered his eyebrows slightly and said nothing.

"Wang Wuxiang! Are you pretending to be dumb!"

"...This matter is my responsibility, and I will also find a way to get back the fruit of greed." The voice was cold and emotionless.

"You'd better do it." Guixian said coldly, "Our time is running out."

"Don't worry, I 'definitely' can do it."

Mr. Gui raised his eyes, staring at the boundless void with cold and empty eyes.

Outer Part·Hot Spring

There are occasional benefits for serving the country, such as a free trip to a hot spring.

"The boss here used to ask for someone from Longhu Mountain," said many people who sent air tickets and VIP hospitality rolls. "The boss of his family is also a kind person. It’s the Taoist priests over there who don’t like this... so they asked me to borrow flowers to offer Buddha.”

Regardless of whether it is borrowed or not, hot springs are a good thing.Zhang Feizheng was worried about the thing in his stomach tossing him every now and then, so he immediately accepted many of the kindness with a smile, and took the kid to the hot spring.

From Zhang Fei's point of view, this hot spring is quite good - the hardware is superior, the waiters are all charming and beautiful, and the food and drink are all free and the hot springs are free. It's like a fairy day.

"It's so good, why don't you open it? Are you waiting for the auspicious day?" Looking around, Zhang Fei felt that the place was impeccable, so he joked to the boss who came to receive them.

"There are still some imperfections." The boss has a typical face of a businessman, with a round and fat face, and his eyes are narrowed when he smiles. Don’t be shy about helping me out with suggestions.”

"If you can bring it up, I'm absolutely welcome." Zhang Fei smiled back, patted the silent bell, and signaled him to follow him in.

After throwing his luggage in the room and changing into his bathrobe, Zhang Fei couldn't wait to rush into the hot spring—the hot spring pool is as big as a swimming pool, but with irregular edges, and there are several smooth rocks scattered in the pool for people to lean on.

The water in this hot spring is very light milky white. Zhang Fei stood by the water and shook it, and said with a smile, "Do you think this looks like a big hot pot?"

He and the little ghost who were about to "get into the pot" naturally became dishes.

Zhong glanced at him wrongly: "Do you want to be lamb or beef?"

"Your father and I are naturally fresh seafood." Zhang Fei was not polite.

"..." Zhong Cuo silently looked down at the hot spring—if he secretly used spells to heat the spring water, could he boil someone's warm water like a frog...

Unaware of his son's intention to kill his father, Zhang Fei threw off his bathrobe and went down into the pool.In an instant, the body was surrounded by pool water, and the slightly scalding water temperature was just right.Zhang Fei made a soft "hiss", swayed to a stone, leaned against the slightly cool stone wall, and lay down in the water with his hands and feet spread out, and then let out a long breath of satisfaction.

It's really comfortable, all the [-] pores in my body seem to be opened at once, allowing the hot water to immerse myself in it, from the inside to the outside... the fruit that pops out from time to time in my stomach It also stopped now, making Zhang Fei feel at ease after a long time.

It's really good...

Hearing the sound of splashing water, Zhang Fei opened his eyes and looked at Zhong Cuo.Compared with Zhang Fei's boldness, Comrade Ghost King is much more serious. Unlike Zhang Fei, who is boneless and needs to find a place to lean on, sit upright, and his eyebrows are slightly frowned when everyone is in the water, with a little worry about the country. The melancholic temperament of worrying about the people.

"How? Is it comfortable?"

"It's okay." The typical Zhong wrong answer.

Zhang Fei clicked his tongue, and flicked his hand under the water vigorously, a splash of water splashed, hitting Zhong Cuo directly.But Zhong Cuo was the ghost king after all. When he noticed the splash of water, he had subconsciously fallen back, intending to avoid the oncoming attack—then he fell directly into the water.

Zhang Fei laughed unceremoniously, realizing that he had been tricked by someone again, Zhong Cuo was furious, and slapped his hand on the water surface, and a bigger splash of water splashed out, covering Zhang Fei's head and face.

The water fight between you and me lasted for nearly 10 minutes before it ended, both of them were soaked, Zhang Fei was better, Zhong Cuo's hair was a little longer, and it was a bit embarrassing to stick to his face.

Zhang Fei went over to help him lift up his hair and put it behind his ears: "It's time to cut your hair."

"Cut it when you get back." Zhong Cuo wiped the water off his face and said.

Both of them finally calmed down——Zhang Fei found that the hot spring did have a shortcoming, the walls were all white, and there was nothing to focus on, so he could only focus on the little ghost.

When he was staring at Zhong Cuo, Zhong Cuo was also looking at him. Unlike Zhang Fei's dangling eyes, Zhong Cuo's gaze was always focused on Zhang Fei.

On weekdays, it is absolutely impossible to tell that this guy has such a good figure... Zhang Fei is used to covering himself tightly and doesn't like to wear tight clothes, so it has been difficult to find out.

It can only be seen after taking off his clothes. His figure is quite beautiful. From the shoulders to the waist to the bottom, it is a smooth and smooth wavy line. Recently, he has been running and jumping a lot, and his skin is not as white as when we first met. The color looks good after the spa...

...What the hell is he thinking!

"Blushed?" Seeing the blushing little ghost, Zhang Fei squeezed him, "Go up if you feel uncomfortable, don't push yourself~"

"No."

"Looking so serious, are you envious?" Zhang Fei said with a smile.

"..." For the first time, Zhong Cuo felt that he should thank someone for his habitual boasting, "Yeah, it's not bad."

"It's very good." Zhang Fei leaned back and raised his legs in the water, "This is 'handsome'."

"..." He should be grateful, should be grateful...

"Handsome to you, your father, and me is no longer an adjective, but a state, a realm." It's a pity that Zhang Fei never knew how to accept it when he saw it, and he made it worse for the ghost king's poor patience, "Oh, Ordinary people can't appreciate it, this is the coldness of the heights... Puff!"

Unbearable, Zhong Cuo slapped the bottom of the pool with his palm, the ground trembled slightly, the water in the pool surged, and the waves surged away, directly hitting Zhang Fei's face, covering his whole body inside.

This was much stronger than playing with water just now, Zhang Fei was caught off guard, and the whole thing was thrown into the pool, and it took a long time for his head to come out: "Murder!"

"This is a righteous act." Eliminate this scourge for the world!

"It's outrageous!" Zhang Fei didn't say anything else, and stood up after coughing a few times, "It's no fun just soaking like this, wait a minute, I'll get two eggs—come up if you can't hold it, don't be afraid ~"

Throwing down a sentence that aroused the raging anger of the little ghost king again, Zhang Fei swayed out of the male soup.

This hot spring resort covers a large area, because it has not been fully opened, and the waiters are a bit lazy.Zhang Fei went around a few times and couldn't find the egg, so he couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

After walking for a long time, a figure finally appeared in front of him.Zhang Fei didn't care if it was a waiter, he hurried a few steps and patted the other person on the shoulder—then froze.

"why you?"

"Should I ask that?" Song Guimu raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhang Fei with a displeased face.

"I'm here on vacation." Zhang Fei shrugged, indicating the bathrobe on his body.

"Vacation?" Song Guimu was startled, frowned and looked Zhang Fei up and down, "Are you a man?"

"..." That's a good question, Zhang Fei grinned, "What do you think?"

"I think you probably are, but there may be accidents." In terms of eloquence, the ghost exorcist is much better than the ghost king. "If so, then this place should not receive you, otherwise why would they want me."

"Huh?" Zhang Fei smelled a hint of conspiracy.

"People seem to have died here before. The boss didn't know about it. He bought it and decorated it to entertain guests before he discovered the problem." Song Guimu said gloatingly, "There is a ghost in the male soup, and he harassed the guests who went to the soup every night. , The guests who came to experience it were so scared that they ran away overnight."

"Then this is interesting..." Zhang Fei murmured, and after remembering something, he asked again: "When did the boss contact you?"

"Three days ago, I was not allowed to come by plane even if I was so stingy." Song Guimu was very worried.

Three days ago... Three days ago, he seemed to have just contacted the boss and told them about their coming here.

Naturally, he would not declare himself as the "Ghost King Priest", but only said that it was a hospitality coupon given by a friend, and he brought his relative's child with him...

I see.

"This boss has a good plan. He wants to kill two birds with one stone." After briefly explaining the previous matter to Song Guimu, Zhang Fei curled his lips, "If those Taoist priests on Longhu Mountain are willing to come, of course they will be killed when they meet that ghost." Accepted, he naturally saved a lot of money for exorcising ghosts, and it can also make people think that he is a nostalgic person. It's a pity that he refused to come, so I took advantage of it."

"That's why he contacted me all of a sudden." Song Guimu gritted his teeth, "Just like that, he insisted that I take the train... If I hadn't already collected the money, I really wanted to give that ghost some medicine and send him to hell!"

"Don't, don't, it's not good." Zhang Fei's eyes lit up as if he remembered something, "By the way, you said that hot spring is a pornographic ghost?"

Yan ghosts are a special kind of ghosts. They are weak in fighting power, but they have a strong ability to confuse others, and most of them have beautiful and attractive appearances. People are often seduced by their appearance, sucking their energy or simply losing their lives. go.

"Yes."

"Otherwise, it's like this. After all, I also visited the hot spring once, so why not leave the matter to me this time." Zhang Fei said solemnly, "Just treat it as if you came to play."

"..." Song Guimu looked at Zhang Fei with a little surprise. After a while, he seemed to have realized something, and the corner of his mouth rose slightly—and he quickly suppressed it, "Okay, you are so loyal, I will not be polite." !"

That night-

"Are you going to soak in the night soup?"

Zhang Fei originally wanted to leave quietly, but it was really difficult given the premise that there was a ghost king with sharp eyes and ears in the room.

"Yeah." Zhang Fei was a little worried—in case the kid would go with him...

"...then you go." Zhong Cuo glanced at Zhang Fei with a delicate expression.

Zhang Fei heaved a sigh of relief and happily went to the hot spring.Looking at his cheerful back, Zhong Cuo's lips moved slightly, trying to suppress his urge to tell Zhang Fei "something".

...Anyway, with his strength, there shouldn't be any accidents.

The hot spring at night is quieter than during the day, perhaps to save electricity, the headlights are turned off, leaving only a few small lights, which is a bit more hazy.

Zhang Fei slipped into the water slowly, soaking absently.

Yan ghost... He really has never seen such a ghost.

Of course, Zhang Fei didn't want to have a relationship between man and ghost, he was just full of curiosity—yes, just full of curiosity.After all, the face that can be called a ghost must be very good. At night, hot springs, lonely men and widows (ghosts), and the charming atmosphere of yin and yang, it is tempting to think about it.

Perhaps his sincerity moved the heavens, and Zhang Fei heard a faint sound of wind behind him after not entering the water for a long time.

When the wind blows, ghosts appear—trying hard to restrain his desire to turn around, Zhang Fei waited.

There was no sound of footsteps, but there was a slight sound of water. If it was an ordinary person, he should have been a little scared at this time, but who is Zhang Fei? He only seriously prayed that the person behind him was the type he liked...

The sound of the water grew louder, as if someone was gradually approaching him, and finally, a cold hand climbed onto Zhang Fei's shoulder.

Here comes here!

Zhang Fei's eyes lit up, but he remained reserved. He just said, "You're here to soak in the hot spring too? I didn't expect there to be other guests here."

"Hmm." A slightly low voice.

"I heard that there are female ghosts haunting here, haha——"

"Ok?"

"But I think, even if there are female ghosts, they may not be bad people—" Zhang Fei said, pressing the hand on his shoulder with one hand, turning around, wanting to see the true face of the erotic ghost——

...It's really gorgeous.

Peach cheeks, pink face and willow-leaf eyebrows, skin like fat and lips like vermilion, hair full of black hair like waterfalls, a pair of black pupils with tender emotions...

And what made him "feast his eyes" was that Yangui's upper body was exposed above the water, and he could see the slender neck, delicate collarbone, and...

flat chest.

On a big tree in the hot spring villa, an old man in a mandarin jacket is chatting with Xiao Diao.

"In the late Qing Dynasty, there used to be a local opera troupe 'Xiao Yang Lou', and the head of the play, Lin Tong'er, had a superb body and voice. Unfortunately, this child had a hard life, and was favored by a warlord son. He insisted on accepting him regardless of his male body. People—the poor child couldn't think about it for a while, but he hanged himself..." The old man sighed three times, expressing deep regret.

"It's so pitiful—" Xiao Diao sighed endlessly.

In a room in the hot spring villa, Song Guimu was humming a ditty and teasing the cat. He was in a good mood: "It seems that Mr. Zhang lacks basic skills, and the erotic ghost may not be a woman—I don't even think about it. Can you scare the man away?"

In another room in the hot spring villa, the ghost king was happily wrapped in a quilt, and had already fallen asleep.

He had a good dream.

The content of the dream?

Can't say, can't say.