"Can you please do me a favor, Mr. Feng? Send this dress to a place." After a pause, he added, "I'm willing to pay for it."
It's been a long time since he heard the word Fa Chou, and Feng Wuliang couldn't help but remember the days when Wang Xilou took him to the countryside to make money by pretending to be a Feng Shui master when he was a child.
That zombie can also dance the Great God, recite Sanskrit sutras, help people get rid of Luban, recite rebirth mantras for people, and preside over funerals. She also studied the Bible for a while, but failed to understand it. Feng Wuli said she was stupid, and she said she didn't have a set of rules. Sure enough, they can't be used interchangeably.
At that time, he was riding a small battery with Feng Wuli. He liked to run around with Wang Xilou because she would ask him for many days off.
Although he couldn't beat Wang Xilou as a child and was often teased, it was still a very happy time.
"That's right, Mr. Du."
He said in a gentle tone: "I can help you with this matter, but if a third party is involved, I need to report it to the relevant local departments, and I need to know the general cause of the matter. If it is convenient, can you tell me this matter?" Where do the clothes come from and who are they going to be delivered to?”
His tone became inexplicably official.
Chifugi on the side fell silent.
She also wanted to learn this man's method of making money, but she didn't expect that there would be a way to make money in the government.
It’s not easy to do...
She looked up again and looked at the opposite side, hugging her chest with a serious expression.
The middle-aged man was a little hesitant.
Still nodded in agreement.
Feng Wuli went to take off his clothes first.
He stood under the tree and raised his head. From time to time, a drop of water dropped from the tree.
Mr. Du watched from the side, wanting to see how the young man would take the clothes he couldn't see next.
After all, he had never seen that piece of clothing, so it was hard to say how much he believed in these things.
The young man looked up at the treetops, and the cold-faced girl next to him also looked up.
Mr. Du thought that young people wanted to climb trees. If so, he would inevitably feel inferior in his heart.
The crowds around were swaying, and the heat from the snack street drifted upwards.
But he couldn't help but narrowed his eyes in the next second.
White lines of smoke dispersed.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew up, causing the water on the road to ripple and the leaves to rustle wildly.
He felt it most intuitively under the tree. The wind actually rose from the ground and went straight into the sky.
The young man seemed to be talking to someone.
Mr. Du was blown by the gust of wind just now, and could vaguely see a huge woman looming on the street.
Soon he was out of sight again.
The sudden wind, the huge woman who appeared for a moment like a flicker, and the young man talking to the air failed to attract the attention of anyone on the street.
The little girl on the side didn't urge her: "Stop inking."
"Yes, help me get that piece of clothing." Feng Wuli said to Youhuang.
"Thanks a lot."
"Did that sugar glutinous rice cake just now taste good? What else do you want to eat? I'll buy it for you."
The Right Emperor shook his head gently, gently helped him tidy up his hair that had just been messed up by the wind, leaned over and kissed him on the face before returning to the shadow.
Mr. Du found that the passers-by who passed by them seemed not to notice the three people here.
"Mr. Du, I got the clothes."….
Mr. Du was speechless for a long time, and only uttered this half sentence: "Really..."
"Please lead the way."
"Please, Mr. Feng."
"Just call me Xiaofeng."
Mr. Du stopped answering.
He took Feng Wuli and Chifu to a place, which was an old street very close to College Street.
This place is different from the old street. It is considered a wealthy area in the city center. There is a big house just a few houses away, and there is a courtyard in front.
They saw a house. In front of the house was a unicorn stone beast. The stone beast had a few pieces of sugar cake in its mouth. Behind the stone beast was a wild cat.
"This stone beast..." Feng Wuli put his hand on Qilin.
Mr. Du said: "This stone beast was brought here by my grandfather. It was something he cherished very much."
"It is indeed very precious. It can ward off evil spirits and control the house."
Feng Wuli couldn't help but laugh when he saw a ginger-yellow wild cat sleeping under the belly of the Kirin Stone Beast with his hands in his arms.
"Come in, Mr. Feng."
He led Feng Wuli into the house. It looked like no one had lived in it for a long time. It was originally a very beautiful old house.
How can you have such a big old house in the center of Junsha and let it be abandoned... what a disgusting rich man!
"Mr. Feng, please give the clothes to... the woman in the main room over there. You can ask her about the specific process."
As early as when he came in, Feng Wuli felt that the room deep in the yard exuded a demonic aura.
You can't feel it from the outside. I think it was suppressed by the Qilin Stone Beast outside the door. That thing can not only suppress the house, but also seal it.
Someone sealed a monster in a house in the city center.
Mr. Du didn't seem to have any intention of following them in. He stood by the courtyard door and nodded to the two of them.
"There's something weird about this guy." Chifu whispered to him in a low voice.
"For ordinary people who deal with monsters, it would be abnormal if they don't have weirdness."
"I'm waiting outside. If something happens..." She said with a slightly domineering tone on her cute face, "I'll capture him first."
"..." Feng Wuli nodded and decided to fulfill her heroine fantasy.
He entered the courtyard alone and walked forward.
The old wooden door was pushed open, making a heartbreaking sound. As the door crack was pushed open, light filled half of the room. The flying dust extended under the orange light path to the woman in the room.
The dim light fell on her lower body sitting on the futon in the room, but her upper body was still in shadow.
The woman looks to be in her twenties, but she has the aura of a girl and the maturity of a woman. Her long hair hangs down on the futon, her body is spotless, and she is holding an origami toy in her hand.
"Choose one from the southeast to the northwest?" She was wearing white clothes and pants, with bare feet, sitting cross-legged on the futon.
Feng Wuli was startled, and he naturally recognized the game played by this child.
Choose one from the southeast, northwest, and then say a number, and then open and close the origami toy in your hand a number of times, just like "choose whoever the little rooster clicks," and an answer will appear.
The answers are all written down first. They may be a reward, getting a piece of candy, or they may be a punishment, sweeping the floor.
He said casually: "Dong..."
"How many times east?" She tilted her head and tilted her hair. Her every move was so similar to that of a human being.
Feng Wuli thought for a while: "Twenty-three thousand nine hundred and eighty-one times."
"...Have you brought the clothes?"
She actually dropped the topic directly, which Feng Wuli didn't expect.
"Is it this one?" Feng Wuli raised the red coat in his hand.
"What about him?" she asked.
"who?"
"Ah Heng, where is Du Ziheng?"
Feng Wuli guessed that he meant Mr. Du, but he was not sure, "If you are talking about a tall, thin, middle-aged man with relatively high cheekbones and a mustache, he should be right outside the door."
"Why doesn't he come in?"
Feng Wuli explained: "You can think that I am from the government. I need to know why an unrecorded monster like you is locked up in our city."
The mountains are full of pine nuts
