Wang Peng was completely dumbfounded as he watched the takeaway disappear on the coast.
Good guy, there are really unclean things in this sea!
What if my stupid* colleague really ate that takeaway just now...
Shivering all over, Wang Peng suddenly remembered something.
He took out his mobile phone and called the girl just now.
It took a long time before the other party answered.
"W-what are you doing? I didn't pick up anything I said!"
Wang Peng explained: "Hello, I'm not asking you this, I just want to trouble you with something."
"What?"
"For the takeout order you just ordered on your phone, please give the delivery person a warning. Don't leave him a negative review, otherwise he will be deducted money. Just give him a warning."
"What's the warning?"
"He did not put the items in the designated place as requested by the person who placed the order, but instead handed them to others to save trouble."
"..."
"Why should I listen to you?"
Wang Peng pondered: "You have already received money from others, do you have to help others get things done? Otherwise, you will get a big piece of gold for nothing?"
"You, don't talk nonsense! I didn't!"
The girl's voice on the other end of the phone was obviously a little guilty, "I will alert the delivery person, but what you said about picking up something is absolutely not true!"
Wang Peng didn't expose it and said with a smile: "Okay, that's it!"
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
He turned to look at the sea to one side and asked loudly: "Look, I did a good job, right?"
Wow!
A wave surged, and several silver coins from the last century washed up on the shore.
According to the market recycling price, that silver dollar is worth less than a thousand yuan.
Wang Peng hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the few silver coins, faced the sea and said with a smile: "You can give me orders in the future!"
The sea responded to him only with the sound of rolling waves.
Satisfied after get off work, he was about to go back to sleep. Sitting on the bus, Wang Peng started to browse short videos.
After passing a few dancing ladies, a familiar scene appeared.
It was the beach where he worked.
A girl stretched out her hand, and there was a small golden bump on her palm, which was much smaller than her own.
You can still see a corner of the beach at the back.
Quote: Who understands my family? I picked up a small golden ball during my morning swim! Get rich hehe!
Wang Peng was slightly amused, and without thinking too much, he casually opened the comment area.
Basically, they were all compliments and envy, and many people asked where the coordinates were.
Wang Peng saw that among the people who asked for the coordinates, one of them had a portrait of an old man holding a bamboo slip.
Clicking the button to expand, Wang Peng discovered that the old man was Qichuan, a famous literary saint in the history of Xia Kingdom.
After that, Wang Peng lost interest and continued to watch short videos.
...
In the Kunlun Mountains, there is the Dragon Tomb Plain.
Zhong Wen's cries of pain lasted for a whole day.
Even on this ghost festival, the wandering ghosts in Kunlun Mountain are not as miserable as him.
Zhong Wen fainted several times during the process.
But the ghosts present were very capable and guaranteed to wake him up within ten minutes.
So, over and over again.
There was a kid whose hand was fried and eaten by Zhong Wen. When it was his turn to have his own special dish...
Zhong Wen was dumbfounded and performed a trick of putting his hands into a frying pan for all the ghosts present.
Just cooking this one dish made Zhong Wen faint three times.
Finally, when the sun was about to set, he was freed.
Zhong Wen, who made a special dish for all the Handless Ghosts, silently knelt on the ground and looked at the horizon with tears in his eyes.
Gradually, a sunset emerged there.
The sunset is beautiful, but it also means that the day is coming to an end.
Zhong Wen slowly kowtowed to the sunset. His hand was intact on his wrist, but he only rested on the ground with his elbow, as if the hand did not exist at all.
After kowtowing to the sunset, Zhong Wen kowtowed to where the group of handless ghosts were.
But in fact, all the Handless Ghosts have disappeared.
Every time Zhong Wen cooked a dish for them, a handless ghost would disappear with satisfaction.
Except Honghong.
Therefore, Zhong Wen kneeled down to Hong Hong.
And once he knelt down, he couldn't get up again.
The blood flowing on Hong Hong's already blood-red hands began to spread, slowly spreading to the whole body.
Finally, Honghong also became a complete Hongyi.
As Honghong's whole body turned red, the sunset on the horizon gradually disappeared, and the Dragon Tomb Plain fell into darkness again, with ghostly energy raging and howling incessantly.
But if you listen carefully, you can find that the emotion carried by the cries in the dark wind is more of fear, followed by various other negative emotions.
Seeing the changes in Hong Hong, Ruan Kai said quietly: "This little red ghost is a bit powerful."
Han Yang: "And he also has a vicious personality. If we only focus on viciousness among the group of kiddies, this Honghong should be one of the best."
The two discussed and looked back at Yang Ning.
It was getting dark, and Yang Ning started to eat barbecue again. The little guys over there were seriously grilling skewers.
Before dinner, Yang Ning walked up to Zhong Wen with a tortoise shell.
Bang!
The tortoise shell jumped again, and this time, it landed on the front.
This means that Zhong Wen really realizes from his heart that eating people's hands is wrong.
Because that would make other people miserable.
Yang Ning pinched her chin and asked, "Mr. Zhong, is it over?"
Zhong Wen couldn't say a word.
"Then, Mr. Zhong, shall I see you off?"
Zhong Wen still had nothing to say.
Yang Ning stepped forward and patted Zhong Wen on the back, and said sincerely: "Mr. Zhong, actually, you should thank me for giving you such a performance to showcase your cooking skills."
"Because of this, you realize that you are wrong, and you gain a little virtue for yourself."
"Tsk, that's a pity. Originally, I wanted to keep you..."
Yang Ning looked at Zhong Wen and said with a smile: "But since Mr. Zhong knows his mistakes and can correct them, I will send you away and finish the job without leaving you to light the lamp."
"You steamed, fried, boiled, and stir-fried dozens of times a day. The suffering you suffered is almost the same as those who were burned by me."
"Mr. Zhong, don't eat people's hands again in your next life!"
"Do you have any last wishes? Something simple, I can't do anything complicated."
It wasn't until he heard Yang Ning's words that Zhong Wen slowly raised his head.
His face was covered with dirt, snot, and tears. He sobbed and looked up at the night sky.
He looked in the direction where he had looked at the sunset before.
He seemed to want to see the beautiful glow again, but this moment was the night of the Ghost Festival.
The night above the Dragon Tomb Plain is as dark as ink, so where is the glow?
Seeing this, Yang Ning smiled and patted his back, "It's funny, come on, look!"
As Yang Ning waved, a fiery red glow really appeared in the thick night sky!
The red clouds illuminated the golden clouds, and in the blink of an eye, the already dark night sky suddenly turned into a beautiful sky full of sunset glow!
At this moment, Zhong Wen stopped sobbing, with hot tears in the corners of his eyes, lovingly admiring the beautiful scenery in front of him.
As for Yang Ning, he took out the fate book and turned his head to look at the mountain peak beside him.
"I heard that you want me to die?"
Crash--
The night wind blew the pages of the Yuan Book flipping rapidly.
The colorful figures above are lifelike.
...
