Strange news about the little paper man

Living together with Li Mobai is a magical thing, he will leave his mark in every corner of the home and change you in every aspect.

For example, right now, Li Mobai is planting morning glory on the curtain rod.

Ji Mingyuan was already familiar with his younger brother's mysteries, but when he saw the row of limp, lifeless purple in the corner, he couldn't help asking: "Does it really not need to be planted in the soil?"

Morning Glory was very excited when he heard the words, the small horns opened up and stood up, their roots stretched, and they went to Ji Mingyuan.

Li Mobai reached out to pick up the root of the flower, pretending to pull it out, the morning glory immediately became honest, pretending that she was an ordinary flower.

Ji Mingyuan: ... I still don't want to owe you.

Ji Mingyuan immersed himself in reading the thesis, which was not written by himself, but a postgraduate thesis assigned to him by his tutor.

This student is very thoughtful, with gorgeous rhetoric and quotations. There are a lot of garbled formulas and research methods invented by himself in the article. It is not copied at first glance, but all made up by himself.

The mentor is a hands-off shopkeeper. As a person who became a domineering president before graduation, Ji Mingyuan was stupefied by him, begging for nothing, and fooled into a doctoral student, which is engineering.Ji Mingyuan wanted to save face for his teacher, so he reluctantly went to the school to register. The professor immediately packed the graduate student for him and ran away by himself.

Ji Mingyuan didn't know how other people got their Ph. Ds. Anyway, he had been working as a tutor with a Ph. D. subsidy.This junior has a great talent, the professor only glanced at what he wrote, and then handed over the full authority to Ji Mingyuan.

Seeing that the paper is about to be published, I have to give the professor a look no matter what.After ordering his junior to revise it more than a hundred times, Ji Mingyuan felt that it was almost done, so he sent it to the professor for review... No reply.Ji Mingyuan thought that most likely the reforms were not good enough, and he ordered his junior to rework more than ten times, but there was still no news after sending them.Ji Mingyuan knew that the professor must be arrogant again, so he edited it himself, but the professor still ignored him!

Ji Mingyuan expressed that he was very tired...

The tutor disappeared, and Ji Mingyuan needed to go to the school to appease the graduate students.

Ji Mingyuan's mentor is surnamed Wang, and his name is Wang Jingye, but he is very unprofessional, so everyone calls him Old Wang tacitly.

There are rumors in the school that Professor Wang is missing.

Two months ago, Lao Wang, who was studying in Europe, suddenly asked for a leave of absence and returned to China due to inexplicable reasons, and there was no news after that.Although it is normal for dedicated comrades to lose contact, it is a bit dangerous to not see anyone for two months.

Ji Mingyuan went to the Academic Affairs Office, and several teachers were discussing whether to call the police.

Ji Mingyuan met a young man who looked like a student in the Academic Affairs Office. This man looked haggard and slurred his speech, but he repeatedly inquired about Professor Wang.

"Has Uncle Wang contacted you recently?" the young man asked.

"No, I haven't heard from him for two months." Ji Mingyuan said.

"Aren't you his doctoral student? You haven't contacted him for two months?" The young man couldn't believe it.

"I'm usually very busy." Ji Mingyuan didn't want to have a deep chat with him, so he just asked, "What can you do with Professor Wang?"

"My name is Li Zihao, and I'm his neighbor," the young man said. "Uncle Wang lives alone. I haven't heard from him for a long time. I'm a little worried."

"Leave a contact information. If you have his whereabouts, can you tell me?" Li Zihao asked.

"Yes, if you have any news, please let me know."

Li Zihao had a ghostly aura, but it didn't hurt his vitality.His eyes were black and blue, his face was haggard, but he didn't rest well.

Ji Mingyuan could see that he wasn't telling the truth, but he didn't know this person, and it didn't matter whether he was dead or alive.Ji Mingyuan didn't want to meddle in his own business, so he didn't investigate further.

As for the whereabouts of Professor Wang, Ji Mingyuan decided to ask Li Mobai to visit his home.

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Xiping Village in City A is a village with hundreds of households.In summer, the sun is long and the sky is not yet dark, but the villagers have already hid in their homes.The whole village was so quiet that even the smoke from the kitchen could not be seen.

The village chief walked along the empty national road with two people, anxious in his heart, his legs trembling visibly due to lack of confidence.He was really scared. The two people invited this time were unreliable no matter how they looked at it.

There are two people, one is puffy, the other is thin, the other is dressed in sackcloth and filial piety, and the other is sloppy.It was already July, but the fat man was carrying the thin man on his back, and the two of them were almost stuck together.

Ever since something happened in the village, the Great Immortal and Goddess invited a lot.Before coming here, they all pretended to be unpredictable, and when they saw the master, they ran away without even raising their legs.No, just as a sorceress was sent away, two more charlatans who talked about cross talk came.There is no way, let a dead horse be a living horse doctor!

Ever since he suppressed the formation, Master Jingxu seemed to no longer intend to wear shoes, and grew on the loose man in hemp.The two people didn't know how they reached an agreement, their positions changed, from hug to back.

At this moment, Jingxu was lying on the back of the Phi Ma Sanren, eating melon and shaking his feet, feeling very comfortable.

"When do you usually come out?" Master Jingxu asked lazily.

"As soon as it gets dark, there will be movement." The village chief's answer was completely lacking in enthusiasm, obviously not expressing any hope for the image of the two of you.

"How long has it been like this?"

"It's been more than a month."

"It's very powerful. It can last for such a long time. Are there any casualties?"

"No, in the beginning, there were always people throwing things away. Until one day, a pig died in a person's house... After that, he came every day and gnawed on everything he saw, but he didn't eat the rooster. He would run away as soon as the rooster crowed." said the village chief.

"What's missing?" the Pima Sanren asked.

"Nuomi, it's strange to say, isn't this thing afraid of glutinous rice?" said the village chief.

"Maybe it's a strong taste," Jingxu teased, "You guys are not bad, you know glutinous rice."

The village chief smiled triumphantly: "That's right, we have been holding on for a month! We heard that this thing is afraid of cock crowing and dark dog blood, so we guard against him at the door at night. If we don't have it at home, we go out and buy it. All the live chickens were sold out, and many dogs were killed..."

"Actually, you don't need to spend so much money," Master Jingxu said, "You just don't have to breathe."

Village Chief: ...Give me a try without breathing.

As night fell, Sanren in hemp squatted at the entrance of the village waiting for the zombies, riding Jingxu on their necks.

The fat man asked the village chief to go back first, but the old man refused to leave even if he was beaten to death.These two people were brought in by themselves, so what if something happens.The old village head has a rooster in his left hand, a bucket of dog blood in his right, and a mahogany talisman hanging around his neck to ward off evil spirits.

"Yo, this thing is not bad, heirloom, right?" Pimasan said humanely.

The village head avoided him, and covered the mahogany talisman to his chest with his elbow.

The sun had completely set, and the zombies arrived as promised.The visitor moved slowly, covered with long hair, and looked quite bright under the moonlight.

"It's white!" Daoist Jingxu said disappointedly, "Is this the one that scares you like this?"

Giving up on communicating with these two swindlers who had switched careers from cross talk, the village chief entered a state of high preparation.He tied the chicken to his feet and held the blood bucket with both hands, ready to dye the white zombie at any time.

Bai Zong raised his hands horizontally and moved forward earnestly. The time for him to take one step was enough for the slow-moving old man to take five steps.He looked straight ahead, not where he was going, and then stepped on a piece of watermelon rind and fell.

Then when I got up, it was like walking, and it took a long time.Bai Zang lay on the ground, as if he had been transported for a long time, he flicked upwards, and stood up again.Just like a child who just learned to walk, after getting up, this guy was quite happy, jumped on the spot, and fell down again.

As a species obsessed with moving forward, zombies are very indomitable at certain times.Bai Jiang got up again, stepped on the skin of the melon again and slipped, got up again, and fell down again.After Jingxu finished eating melons, his feet were unimpeded, but his legs were tripped by a cattail fan flying across the sky, and he continued to eat shit.

"As far as this IQ is concerned, you raised him as a protected animal?" Daoist Jingxu said while waving a cattail fan to fight against zombies, while waving his white feet.

The village chief doesn't want to talk now, he just wants to think about life with dog blood.

Master Jingxu had a good time, and the village head felt trembling, for fear that the Taoist would pick up the zombies, and then arouse a prehistoric force or something.

"My fairy head, can we take this zombie first, so that the villagers can come out." The village chief tried to discuss.

"This thing doesn't hurt people at all, why are you so timid." Jingxu took out a few red dates from the skirt of his clothes, stuffed them into his mouth, and didn't forget to feed his own big white donkey.

"Really harmless?" The village chief didn't see it.

"Come here, Master Dao... let me teach you a trick... um... to identify the level of this thing."

"How to tell?"

"Simple," Jingxu said, "Look at the color, look at the shape."

"Purple-white-black-green-hair-flying, this guy, the white one, is the last one!"

"Then let him wander around the village like this?" the village head asked shyly.

"It's not easy to make him stop," Jing Xu ate another date, "Just a brick!"

village head:……

"Okay, I won't scare you anymore," Jingxu slapped the shiny forehead of the man in hemp, "Fuck him!"

Indulging in the cattail leaf fan that was acting as a tripping rope, he turned around and flew over to turn Bai Zang.I saw that Jing Xu, who had been talking nonsense just now, suddenly became quiet, and his face was blown, and he spit out seven date stones in a row, which were firmly nailed into the zombie's spine.

So Mengmeng, who was obsessed with jumping, got the boxed lunch, and the world became quiet.

Without the scourge of zombies, every family in the village is happy.The village was overjoyed and prepared to slaughter pigs and sheep to thank the benefactor.

"Don't deal with those who have and don't have them, just give the money!" Pi Masan said humanely.

"Mingbi is enough, no transfer, only cash." Phima Sanren added.

...the village head ran away.

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Li Zihao tremblingly came to the ghost town. The place was deserted and windy, and it seemed that there were no living people living here.

He came to the door today to visit two priests, one fat and one thin.It is said that these two have profound mana but eccentric tempers. They not only live in isolation, but also like to receive ghost coins...

Li Zihao's grandfather passed away half a year ago, and the whole family was very sad at that time.He grew up with his grandfather since he was a child, and he was also sad for a long time.He is still a filial child, and every month he will spare time to chat with his grandfather with wine and tributes.

Li Zihao's love has sprouted recently, and the object is his monitor.This squad leader looked clean and beautiful from the front, but from the back he had a long waist, buttocks and legs, which made Li Zihao's heart flutter.

However, the other party was a straight man, Li Zihao felt depressed, so he had no choice but to find his most caring grandfather to confide his heart.I just came out of the closet, why has my grandfather been going to him every night to settle accounts since then.

At first, it was only in a dream late at night, talking to him anxiously.Li Zihao has ghosts in his heart, and wakes up every time.Seeing that he was disobedient, the other party fell into dreams more and more frequently. Even Li Zihao would receive greetings from his relatives even if he took a nap on the desk during class during the day.

"Master, help me. What is wrong with me? Why does my grandfather come to see me every day?" Li Zihao cried.

"Cut, what's the matter." Jingxu said disdainfully.

"Your grandpa..." Jingxu lowered his voice, motioning for him to come over, "...I miss you!"

The author has something to say: Ji Mingyuan: Author, count the numbers yourself, these two have more scenes than me!

Li Mobai: Brother, don't be angry, I didn't even say a word!

Bai Jiang: Who is worse than me, not only have no lines, but also get slapped all the time!

Nanshan Cemetery: I'm online, little angels who like me remember to bookmark it!