The chasing posture of the reverse walker is very weird: he is bent backwards, facing forward, with his hands on the ground, and crawling backwards using his hands and feet.
A moment later, another scream rang out, and the old head-dropping master slowly fell to the ground with a look of reluctance.
The blood-stained palm of the retrograde man has already penetrated his chest, and what he holds in his hand is the heart of the old head-turning master...the heart that is still beating even though it is steaming...
After killing the old head-down master, the reverse walker straightened up with a click, and then walked away slowly while walking backwards.
While walking, Zhao Youliang's photo of a coffin nail inserted into her foot happened to be inserted into her foot, and it was taken away into the vast night.
When dawn came, the first thing that caught Zhao Youliang's eyes was a dog's face.
Although the dog's eyes were full of care and sympathy, Zhao Youliang was still shocked.
"Oh, I'll go, dog, brother dog!"
In the violent reaction, Zhao Youliang's head happened to hit the incense table, and he immediately burst into tears from the pain.
While rubbing his head, he said doubtfully: "No, why did I sleep outside all night?"
"Oh, by the way, yesterday when I came to burn incense, I was scratched by something and even strangled my neck."
"Brother Dog, it wasn't you who tickled me, was it?!"
The wronged big yellow dog looked at Zhao Youliang with contempt, and after confirming that the other party would not die for the time being, he went out shaking his withered butt.
In the big yellow dog's heart, the little bitches on the street are obviously more attractive than Zhao Youliang.
Seeing the "guilty" look in the big yellow dog's eyes, Zhao Youliang was even more certain that it was this old gangster who scratched his face yesterday.
So he shouted loudly with a respectful tone and a smile.
"Brother Dog is gone? Are you going to eat shit?"
“Wish you a happy meal!”
Zhao, who had no idea that he had narrowly escaped death, struggled to open the door of the shop after the big yellow dog left.
The cold wind blew in his face, and Zhao Youliang instantly felt much more energetic.
"I'll choke you! I don't know why we offended the rogue dog, but his claws are so heavy!"
While looking in the mirror and applying alcohol to disinfect himself, Zhao Youliang felt like crying.
"This time my appearance is considered disfigured. I don't know if there will be any scars."
"If I leave a scar, it will be even harder to find a wife in the future!"
As he spoke, he heard a burst of laughter like silver bells coming from outside the door, but it was Mrs. Yingchun, a pretty widow who owned a barbecue restaurant. She walked over with a twist of a lunch box... and stood at the door of the shop.
Obviously she knows the rules of paper making.
Such a sultry scene made Zhao Youliang, a young man who had never seen the world, naturally have a nosebleed... and even flowed into his mouth without even realizing it.
This appearance of Brother Pig made Sister Yingchun's pretty face turn red.
"You brat, where are you looking?"
Only then did Zhao Youliang realize that he had lost his temper and hurriedly wiped the nosebleed while covering it up.
"Sister, I want to say that this blood was scratched by a dog, and it's not a nosebleed. Can you believe it?"
Mrs. Yingchun has a cheerful personality and immediately laughed out loud after hearing this.
"Scratched by a dog?"
"What the hell, are you fighting for shit with a dog? Otherwise, why would they scratch you?!"
Zhao Youliang was stunned and quickly changed the subject.
"Sister, why are you coming to my house so early? Is there something wrong?"
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Yingchun immediately stuffed the lunch box in her hand.
"Yesterday, the guests ordered fried dumplings, but they drank too much and didn't eat them."
"I thought it would save you the trouble of doing it, so I brought them all to you."
"Eat it while it's hot, I'm leaving!"
After Mrs. Yingchun said this, she turned around and left, not forgetting to warn Zhao Youliang.
"You said you can't beat rhubarb at all, so why bother with it!"
"This is for you... Remember to get the rabies vaccine later. Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens if it's not!"
"People say that if you get rabies, you will die. There is no way to save it!"
Hearing that Mrs. Yingchun was so concerned about him, Zhao Youliang quickly turned his attention away from her slim waist and plump hips.
"I know, I know, I'll go at dawn!"
"S-Sister, thank you for your concern..."
The word "heart" was still too embarrassed to be spoken, so Zhao Youliang immediately changed it to "The dumplings are so delicious."
Despite Zhao Youliang's cheerful promise to get the rabies vaccine at dawn, in fact he was not willing to spend the money at all.
After all, he had given all his money to his adoptive father and sister, leaving only three hundred yuan in his hand... Now he doesn't even have three hundred yuan. He bought some rice, flour, grain and oil yesterday.
"Count the ball, we bitch and our life will definitely not die!"
"Have you not seen the weeds? They are the least valuable, right? But who has seen the weeds die?"
Zhao Youliang comforted himself while holding all the money tightly and stuffing it into his trouser pocket.
It's like burying all the little money you have.
"Damn it, why is the rabies vaccine so expensive!"
"If it costs more than ten yuan, we should be extravagant..."
When mentioning money, Zhao Youliang couldn't help but think of his cousin Wang Youcai.
"Where on earth has this child gone? He hasn't come back for two days!"
"No, I'll have to ask Granny Liu to figure it out when it gets completely bright in a while. But don't let anything happen!"
Today, Zhao Youliang is still an "outsider" and has no idea that meter inquiry and fortune telling are two "professions."
Fortune telling is for living people, while fortune telling is for dead people...
Zhao Youliang was reluctant to eat all the dumplings, and deliberately kept the largest one under the "little dumpling" tablet.
Of course, I also did not forget to put one each for "Hui Wu Ming" and "Brother from the Huang Family".
After bowing to the three tablets, Zhao Youliang locked the shop and went to ask about Granny Mi.
After entering the door, before Zhao Youliang could speak, Granny Wenmi was already shocked.
"My child, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so bad!"
"Tell your mother-in-law, did anything strange happen last night?"
"Something strange?!" Zhao Youliang looked confused.
"No...my face was scratched by a big yellow dog. I never hit it...it doesn't follow martial ethics and attacked sneakily..."
If Granny Mi is a good person, she will certainly not believe Zhao Youliang's lies.
Pulling him to her side, she took out a silver needle and inserted it into the gaps between Zhao Youliang's nails.
Before Zhao Youliang could cry out in pain, he squeezed out a drop of blood and dropped it into a bowl filled with rice.
Amidst a sizzling sound of burning, the rice immediately emitted black smoke.
"You brat, you were scratched by a big yellow dog, you've obviously been tricked!"
Granny Wen Mi was pacing back and forth anxiously as she spoke: It is said that every other line is like a mountain, but there is really nothing she can do about things like lowering her head in the middle.
"It's strange, why are you so unlucky!"
"Why do all the dirty things come to you..."
"The head-dropper?!" Although Zhao Youliang is an "outsider", he has watched enough Hong Kong and Taiwan movies, so of course he knows about the existence of the head-dropper.
"No! I haven't even gone out yet!"
"If I'm not looking for trouble, I don't have any trouble, and I don't have any money, what are you going to do to deal with me?!"
"It's not even enough for him..."
