Mr. Cong never talks about martial arts

Thinking of the words that the hooded man said before his death, and the maze, illusion, and car accident that suddenly appeared in the valley, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a coincidence.

The damage is not big, and the feeling of temptation is stronger.

Could it be that there is something hidden in this round mole?

Cong Youyan reached out and touched the back of his neck, frowning and meditating --- this body was lying in the hospital after being gutted.

So the question is, who is frantically trying to kill this orphan?

Before the hooded toad man died, he also said that he and I were of the same kind.Same kind means genetic similarity, from one race, who else is the same kind as this orphan?

After thinking hard for a long time from Yuyan, his thoughts went back to the initial stage.

'This shell was not a suicide, it was assassinated, its belly was cut open, and it was thrown on the side of the road. Then it was discovered by enthusiastic citizens and rescued.

And then, I woke up in the hospital with my dead body, and I met Yin'er...

After that, I sent Xiaofei out... Wait!There is another person who is clear about this from beginning to end. '

"That bastard must be the key." Cong Youyan suddenly thought of someone, jumped up and clapped his palms: "Yin'er, we have to go home quickly."

Shang Heyin nodded: "Just think about it clearly."

The two held hands, shoulder to shoulder, leading a lion and a tiger. They raised their legs and prepared to go down the mountain to find a car to go back.

"Hi! Mr. Cong!" A trembling voice came from the towering treetops.

Cong Youyan turned his head impatiently: "What are you doing?"

The photographer brother lay on the tree trunk and pointed to himself embarrassedly: "Excuse me, can you get me down? I'm afraid of heights!"

Cong Youyan muttered expressionlessly: "Trouble, I'll just charge you 2 yuan, but I have to be an old mother, and follow you to help clean up the mess."

With a wave of his hand, several silver lights flashed across the trunk, and with a "click", the thick trunk snapped.

Caught off guard, the unprepared photographer almost fell into eight pieces.

The photographer got up ouchily, the first thing was to check the equipment, and the second thing was to look up to find the savior.

It's a pity that the savior slipped away with his wife long ago, leaving no clues behind.

"I'll go, it's really slick." The photographer touched his trouser pocket, wanting a Huazi to relieve his fatigue, but accidentally took out a piece of yellow paper.

"What is this?" The photographer wondered, turned on the backup power, and looked at the yellow paper against the light.

On the front of the yellow paper, there were messy characters drawn with cinnabar, resembling wild cursive.

Behind the yellow paper is a line of small characters written with a signature pen: "Old man, I see that you have been plagued by bad luck recently, so I specially send you a transformation talisman. When we meet next time, remember to give me another 2 yuan."

The photographer casually stuffed the yellow talisman into his coat pocket, looked at the mountain path, and laughed: "This kid! You're talking like a god."

You have to find a way to go down the mountain, why don't you learn from the young people and call an online car-hailing car?

Looking for a signal with his mobile phone in hand, he finally walked down the mountain and made an appointment with a car.

The photographer dragged his exhausted body and got into the car: "Please, go to the TV station."

The driver in front looked back and smacked his lips: "It's really strange today. I brought two deals, both of which were orders from the mountains. With your dirt, isn't it possible that you are also a survivor of the car accident?"

When the photographer heard that there was a door, he hurriedly asked: "Master, do you know what happened to the others?"

The online dating driver turned on the steering wheel and turned on the headlights: "They are all alive, there are more than [-] people, and they are all recuperating in the hospital."

The photographer breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, please take me to the hospital."

The two were talking in the car, and the gravel on the top of the mountain, which had begun to disintegrate after being damp, was sliding down quietly.

The driver just turned the front of the car, and under the high beam, a huge rock was like a flying peak, bumping all the way from the top of the mountain, and smashed straight towards it.

"Hurry up, run..." The driver was so frightened that his face turned pale and his intestines turned green with regret, and he secretly vowed never to take business from the barren mountains and wild mountains again.Unfortunately, his hands and feet were weak and he couldn't start the car at all.

The cameraman's chest felt hot and glowing, and he yelled in fear, and said in his heart: This time, my life is over.

His whole body tightened, he just hugged the equipment that was more important than his life, closed his eyelids, and waited for death to come.

1 minute, 5 minutes, [-] minutes...

I don't know how many minutes have passed, but the expected death has not come.

Could it be that Reaper also has a clock-in and off-duty mechanism?Let us go?

The photographer brother quietly opened his eyes---outside the car window, a huge bluestone, with traces of tumbling and crawling, stood arrogantly beside the car door.

Debris and dust covered the road. Obviously, the boulder had misaligned its aim and hit another place.

Amitabha!Buddha bless!

The online taxi driver and the cameraman both bowed to the moon at the same time.

Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, the photographer smelled a faint smell of burnt paper on his chest, and a trace of suspicion flashed in his mind, and he reached out to touch his coat pocket.

The yellow talisman was gone, replaced by a bag of burnt paper scraps.

As soon as the paper scraps were taken out of the pocket, they were out of control and flew out of the window one after another, dissipating in the air.

Outside the car window, the rising dust turned into stars, and there was a faint fragrance.

It's good to be alive!

I have to write about my experience tonight!The photographer shook his head, took out the deformed Huazi, and asked the driver for a fire. After lighting it up, he took a deep breath, then lightly exhaled the smoke, and said with a smile: "2 yuan buys a life, it's worth it!"

……

Cong Youyan dragged his daughter-in-law, rode a lion and a tiger, kept taking shortcuts, took shortcuts, and rushed back to Emerald Bay before the morning star rose.

One lion and one tiger, using their claws, jumped up easily, flew over the thermal induction wall, jumped left and right, and ran to the gate of Villa No. 08. They stopped their claws, turned their heads back, and licked the palm of their owner.

Fortunately, there is a back garden, so Shang Heyin had to temporarily place the two big cats there.

After closing the doors and windows, Cong Youyan eagerly unscrewed the wooden door of the storage room, and pushed out Yaoren No. [-]---Mr. Xiong Da.

All the hair on Xiong Da's body was shaved by the doctor because of his devotion to medicine. At this moment, he is more like a monk than a monk, and belongs to the kind of eminent monk who sacrifices his life to serve an eagle.

On the round head, there are wounds all over, and on the minced meat that has not had time to rot, there are many kinds of fat worms in infancy.

I can no longer tell whether I am dead or alive, I just feel that I am muddled and dazed every day.

Xiong Da also knows that he has become a natural pasture for raising poisonous insects. Fortunately, this doctor who claims to be a doctor is "kind and kind". I don't know what medicine he gave himself. Eat and die, there is no other way.

It's just that I'm so scared.

It was another difficult night, being harassed by bugs all night, Xiong Dagang wanted to take advantage of the dawn and take a nap for a while, when he felt the small push bed move out.

Open your small eyes and take a closer look---it's Cong Youyan!Xiong Da excitedly let out a "ho ho" sound, and tears unconsciously flowed from his eyes --- little ancestor, please forgive me!

Cong Yuyan pushed Xiong Da to the back garden, patted that fat body, and said with a smile: "Mr. Xiong, you have lost a lot recently!"

Xiong Da blushed and wept.

"Don't come here to beg for mercy. When you watched the little star ~ Cong Yuyan die, you didn't see that you had the heart of a Bodhisattva. Now I support you, make offerings to you, and give you good food and drink, you Just have fun."

Xiong Da kept whimpering and continued to cry.

"Huh? Didn't Lao Wu give you something to eat?" Cong Youyan clapped his hands: "Old Wu!"

Old Wu who had bowed his head to wait on the side hastily stepped forward and replied: "Master, I feed them all the concentrated feed, and they are all fed according to the recipe you left."

"That's good!" Cong Youyan waved his hand, signaling Old Wu to back off, and looked at Xiong Da with a smile: "Look, the food is not bad."

Xiong Da's tears flowed like spring water.

You Yan picked out the fattest bug on Xiong Da’s face, stroked it with his fingertips, and asked casually: “That night, you lay down on the ground and said that you knew my secret and were willing to tell it. Let me spare your life, right?"

Xiong Da's eyes opened like iron bells, and he nodded wildly.

"very good!"

With a wave of his hand from Yu Yan, he collected the larvae that were all over Xiong Da's body, and put the cubs in the bamboo basket beside him. He picked up the fattest worm in his palm, and handed it to Xiong Da's mouth: "Relax, this It is a good medicine to cure your inability to speak."

The fat worm shook its tentacles, squirmed its body like a Michelin tire, and crawled into Xiong Da's throat bit by bit.

After just one cigarette, Xiong Da suddenly felt itchy on the tip of his nose, couldn't help but sneezed loudly, smacked his mouth a few times, sat up, and suddenly had a taste in his mouth.

Xiong Daji rolled down the stroller knowingly and lay down on the grass: "Master, what do you want to know? As long as I know, I will tell you."

Youyan nodded forcefully, as if he had accepted this new slave: "Okay, little lion, little tiger will be handed over to you in the future, and you can't be sloppy in terms of diet and daily life."

Old Wu Bianbian who stood aside said: Come on, I have an extra colleague.

When Uncle Da and Xiao He came back panting, Shang Heyin was drinking porridge in the restaurant.

When Uncle Da saw his young master sitting there with all his beard and tail, he burst into tears, and almost fainted from crying, but was held up by Xiao He and his assistants, so he didn't fall down.

He comforted everyone, and promised to tell the truth about the adventure at night the next day.

Only then did Uncle Da cover his swollen head, and went to sleep with deep kicks and shallow kicks.

Xiao He and the others also hurriedly left, Shang Heyin was a little embarrassed, reached out and asked Cong Youyan for a few more pills, and gave them to them as compensation.

Everyone dispersed, and the villa was extremely quiet before dawn.

Shang Heyin coughed a few times: "That...Xiao Cong..."

Cong Youyan pricked up his ears and wagged his tail.

Shang Heyin's ears were a little red, he thought about it a few times, and finally said: "The first floor is indeed a little damp... I'm alone, and sometimes I'm a little scared. Or, you..."

Obedience must listen to the sound!

Cong Youyan's comprehension ability has always been outstanding, he nodded hurriedly: "Okay, okay, Yin'er is afraid of the dark, I'll sleep with you."

Who told you to speak out!This time, Shang Heyin's scalp turned red, he flicked his sleeves, and ran upstairs.

Cong Youyan hurriedly followed.

As soon as he climbed onto Poliform's custom-made big bed, he started cheating since he was a doctor. He hugged his wife's quilt tightly and rubbed his legs: "It's so domineering and comfortable."

Shang Heyin suddenly regretted inviting this living treasure upstairs, and said helplessly: "Sleep when you sleep, don't make a fuss."

Cong Youyan moved around on the bed, sniffing everywhere: "But my sleeping appearance is like this. Oh, Yin'er, you smell so sweet."

Shang Heyin changed into his nightgown, lay on the other side in a well-mannered manner, calmly and resolutely uttered three words: "It's so ugly!"

Across the quilt, Cong Youyan brought out his rascal's true qualities to the extreme, kept raising his knees, and said with a hippie smile: "I'm ugly, I'm ugly, I'm obviously mighty and extraordinary."

The heat that was kept in the bed for a few minutes was blown away by this fool.

Shang Heyin got angry, and pointed under the bed: "If you're dishonest, get out and sleep on the floor!"