The capital is the place where national fortunes gather, and with the real dragon sitting in the palace in the current peaceful and prosperous times, how can there be so many supernatural events happening.
And even if there were, the person involved would not seek help from this newly opened shop - it still seemed extremely unreliable.
Therefore, the Physics Taoist spends his whole day in boredom... The Wicked Cocoon leans on the pillar and sleeps soundly, snoring loudly.
Also bored are the little ginseng babies and young skinheads.
We couldn't go out, so we just got together and played poker.
Winning or losing doesn't count, and besides, they don't have any money, so the winners are the losers.
As we all know, this kind of gameplay is like the loser drinking cold water. In the end, there will be no winner at all.
After all, no matter how lucky you are, you can't never lose, right?
So by the end of the day, the little guys' little chirps have already been swollen with each other.
Now they are just not convinced by each other, and they are trying their best to hold on with tears in their eyes.
This time the little fascist was unlucky and lost a big one.
While the young skinheads were chanting "Namo Amitabha" and blowing hard on their fingers, the little fascist also hurriedly blew cold air on his own little Jiji, which was swollen to the point of being almost transparent.
Without it, it hurts too much!
At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew.
The moonlight grass swayed in the wind, and the little fascist felt cool.
After the dark wind passed, a group of shadows suddenly rushed towards the shop. Unfortunately, as soon as they reached the door, they were screamed by the light emitted by the word "wenjin".
After finally breaking through the light curtain, the Celestial Master Talisman posted on the door suddenly glowed brightly.
Lightning and swords fell together, scattering shadows in all directions.
The shadow is obviously very strong. After surviving the test of the Celestial Master's Talisman, it struggled to reorganize its body.
Like a seriously injured soldier, he continued to crawl towards the shop bit by bit in a crawling manner.
Until then, the physical Taoist priest Liao Ping finally came to his senses, woke up the door god who was sleeping standing up... the evil cocoon, and asked softly.
"Brother Cocoon, Brother Cocoon, what is this thing? It's not haunted, right?!"
Wicked Cocoon was even more confused than a physical Taoist priest. After careful observation and careful thinking for a long time, he nodded stupidly.
"Don't say it yet, it seems..."
During this delay, most of the strong shadow was burned away by the light of the moon grass.
Then the headless bride held her neck and ravaged her for a while...
Encountering such an exciting thing, the little fascists and young skinheads didn't even bother to play with the little chirp. They immediately swarmed up and kicked the shadow in a circle.
It was such a joy to play.
The most enjoyable one is the ghost Xin Lianshan. He used to be the guardian of hell, and he is a professional at beating people!
Kicking and kicking, the little Fascist suddenly realized that something was wrong - the shadow gave him a very familiar feeling, and his subconscious told the little Fascist that the shadow was someone he could not afford to offend.
To be precise, he is the kind of person that the entire shop cannot afford to offend, the kind that absolutely cannot afford to offend him!
how so? !
At this thought, the little fascist hurriedly stopped the young skinhead from beating the shadow, and carefully turned the face-down shadow over.
But turning it over is like turning it over in vain. The front and back sides of the shadow are exactly the same, as if the whole body is wrapped in a black robe, without leaking anything.
At this moment, Shadow, who finally got a moment to breathe, finally had a chance to speak.
"Oh, oh, it hurts. Excuse me. Isn't this the little brat... Chen Daji's home?"
"I am his father..."
Hearing Chen Fu's familiar voice, everyone immediately screamed and started to "rescue" in a hurry.
The ghost Xin Lianshan was about to cry without tears while pressing Chen Fu's heart.
"Liao, Daozhang Liao, do you think it's still too late for me to hurry up and write a suicide note?!"
"When the Major General comes back, you can't tear me into pieces and play with me in eight hundred and ten different ways?!"
It's not just the Akuma and the doll army who want to write a suicide note, the headless bride is even more frightened and overwhelmed.
Because in terms of seniority, Chen Fu is his grandfather and benefactor.
I just scratched my grandpa... His face was still blooming...
The only ones who are still calm now are the physical Taoist priest and the wicked cocoon who did not participate in the beating of Chen Fu.
They hurriedly pulled Chen Fu up... and asked him to take the seat, while asking.
"Chen, Uncle Chen, what's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly die when you were fine?"
"Why are you still like this? How did you come to the capital?!"
"Why don't you make a call before you come, so that we can beat the gongs and drums to pick you up..."
Maybe it was because he was beaten too badly just now. Chen Fu took a breath for a while before speaking with difficulty.
"Xiaoping, Xiaoyu, uncle, uncle can't remember how he died."
"I just vaguely remember that I was stopped by the ghosts as soon as I entered the gate of hell. They seemed to be particularly afraid of me, and they ran away with a roar."
"They even yelled, 'This is bad, the Major General's father is trying to kill himself'."
"Then, then a big official came... the bearded man who always visits our house."
"He said you don't deserve to die, why don't you go to the capital to report to the emperor and the young general."
"Then, and then you put this black robe on me and kicked me right here..."
The physical Taoist priest was sweating profusely when he heard this. He patted Chen Fu on the back and asked weakly.
"Chen, Uncle Chen, the bearded man you mentioned, if I'm not mistaken, do others call him the Holy Lord who blesses the house?!"
Chen Fuli nodded repeatedly: "Yeah, that's what it's called!"
"Oh, by the way, who hit me just now? It hurts so much!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole room fell into silence, a deathly silence.
A moment later, there was a sudden rustling sound. It turned out that the person who had just done it had taken out a pen and paper, either lying on the table or lying on the ground and writing a suicide note...
