Tianshi Museum

What repairs the car?

Is Shen Gun talking about cross talk with him?

There was great confusion in Lao Zhao's small eyes, and he cast a puzzled look at Xia Zha.

Thinking that he wanted to ask about auto repair, Xia Zha smiled: "I don't know how either, in fact I have never been in a car. "

Because Shen Gun is poor and has no car, they occasionally go out by subway and bus.

"That's not what I want to ask..." Old Zhao wanted to cry, "Do you still remember the last time I said that I encountered dirty things, so I asked you for a talisman?"

"A little impression."

"Last night, I was driving home. When I passed the intersection of the North Ring Road, I suddenly felt a chill on my back, as if someone was staring at me. My hands and feet were numb and I couldn't control the steering wheel. I almost ran into a utility pole on one side. .Later, I yelled in fright, and suddenly regained consciousness in my hands and feet, and then I found that the car broke down and couldn't be started, and the color of the talisman you asked for also turned gray."

After all, Lao Zhao took out the talisman and handed it to Shen Gun: "Look at this talisman."

Shen Dagon took it and glanced at it: "It is indeed consumed, and it will be useless if you use it again. The resentment is not light, this time you have encountered the real thing."

Even though he guessed the result in his heart, Lao Zhao was still surprised: "Is it the one I met on the highway that day?!"

"Eight-nine is not far from ten, the breath is similar, but now it is heavier than before."

"So I..." Old Zhao just said something, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, "Hey, can you see that I have the same aura as that day?"

"When I first entered the door."

Old Zhao Chuli was sad and angry: "...Old Shen, you can see it and tell me that you don't know how to repair cars. How heartless it is!"

Shen Gun taunted ruthlessly: "Who told you to tarnish my image in front of Xia Zha and drive a wedge between us."

Just before Shen Gun entered the door, he heard Lao Zhao say that he was black-hearted, and that it was difficult for Xia Zha to work with him.

Thinking of this, Shen Gong secretly glanced at Xia Zha from the corner of his eye. Is it really difficult?

In other words, he wants to change the way he gets along with people.

Go back and ask him.

When Lao Zhao heard this, he felt guilty: "This... this, am I joking..."

"Ah."

Old Zhao clasped his fists together: "Brother Shen, Father Shen, Daxian Shen! You have to help me!"

For life, face is nothing!

"Okay." Shen Gun threw the talisman to him and took out a small notepad, "Come on, let's talk about the price."

As soon as he heard about money, Lao Zhao withered: "Is there a... discount?"

"You get a [-]% discount, two meals."

It's just two meals, compared to the price of those spiritual things that Shen Gong hangs in Tianbo, it's only a drop in the bucket, Lao Zhao was moved to tears: "No problem, he is my brother!"

Shen Gun: "Let's go, look at your car."

"Car? Can't see it yet."

"why?"

Lao Zhao explained: "It broke down on the side of the road. I was afraid that it would be regarded as illegal parking, so I quickly asked someone to tow it away. It is still being repaired."

In public, it is not easy for them to go to the car repair shop to investigate supernatural events. They will be considered as intentionally causing trouble. The investigation of the car can only wait for the car to be brought back.

"Go, go to the highway where you first broke down."

Old Zhao didn't understand, so he asked, "Why?"

Shouldn't we go to the Beihuan intersection?

"Trace back to the source."

Although he didn't quite understand, Old Zhao still stood up: "Then how do we go?"

"Can I take a taxi and stop on the highway?"

"Obviously, that's not going to work."

Shen Gun made a decision: "Okay, let's take a taxi."

Old Zhao: "...?"

Shen Gun didn't feel that what he said was wrong at all, put on his coat, and said firmly: "Let's go."

So I went out with Xia Zha.

The bewildered old Zhao hurriedly followed.

On the way, Lao Zhao persuaded him earnestly: "I said Shen Dang, let's forget it, how can someone pick up the taxi? Once they hear our destination, they will ignore us and think we are crazy. .”

Shen Gong was unmoved.

Lao Zhao continued to mutter: "After all, Article No. 80 of the "Regulations for the Implementation of the Road Traffic Safety Law of the People's Republic of China" clearly stipulates that motor vehicles are not allowed to reverse, drive in the wrong direction, cross the central divider, turn around, or park in the lane when driving on the expressway. ; nor can we drive or park in the emergency lane in non-emergency situations. We all have driver's licenses, and we are personal figures anyway, not worth it, not worth it."

Shen Gun didn't take it seriously: "It's okay, I'll take a taxi."

"Then there will be no one to pick up, people will really think we are crazy!"

"Besides, Xia Zha was still studying traffic rules just now, you will mislead people like this!"

Hearing this, Shen Gun stopped and explained solemnly: "There must be no surveillance near where you bumped into a ghost."

Old Zhao was stunned: "Why?"

Shen Gun cast a contemptuous look at him: "Would a prisoner with a bit of intelligence choose a place where he can be photographed by surveillance?"

Anyone with no IQ should be caught right now.

Old Zhao didn't care that his IQ was ridiculed, his focus was on the phrase "throwing the corpse".

His back was cold and his scalp was numb: "We haven't arrived yet, how can you be sure that someone was... murdered and thrown away?"

He was just driving a car and broke down on the highway, and he wasn't ready for a murder case!

Zhao Lao, you have to calm down.

Anyway, I have seen ghosts and people who have seen the world, how could I be frightened like this.Besides, isn't Shen Gun, who is a celestial master, still here? If he acts with the ceiling of this city's combat power, nothing will happen.

It will be all right.

This matter must be clarified, otherwise his car will break down at every turn, and he will not be able to make it to class, and the boss will not be able to lick him. Should life continue?

After doing some psychological training for himself, Old Zhao finally took a deep breath, and said with great pride: "Let's go! Let's go! There is nothing to be afraid of! My life is in your hands. The city's combat power ceiling!"

Shen Gun: "Tsk."

Xia Zha was curious: "What does the combat power ceiling mean?"

After the chat between the two of them, Lao Zhao has gradually forgotten his identity as a thousand-year-old zombie, and he is no longer nervous and afraid when talking to him, and even has the urge to stand on the united front with him.

This is probably the so-called charisma.

At this time, when Lao Zhao heard Xia Zha's question, he immediately came up to him, glanced at Shen Dang quietly, and then said in a low voice: "Shen Dang said it when he was bragging. He said that he was the ceiling of Jingcheng's combat power. We don’t care about people, ghosts, monsters, or demons here, none of them are his opponents, and none of them can fight.”

Xia Zha showed a dazed expression: "I see."

Shen Gun said leisurely: "Oh."

Old Zhao was startled: "Brother, don't eavesdrop on our speech!"

"If I want to hear it, keep your voice down, even if you run to the next door, I can still hear you."

Old Zhao was startled, why did he feel gloomy in his heart.

Seeing this, Xia Zha comforted him and said, "Don't be afraid, 'walls have ears' is not a great magic technique, I can do it too."

Old Zhao: ...

On the contrary, he became even more afraid, as if he was the only normal person left in this world.

"Oh, that's not right! Isn't the problem that you can't stop at high speed even if there is no monitoring?!"