The continuous autumn rain lasted for four or five days.
Seeing it, the eighth day of August is getting closer and closer.
On this day, Yang Ning left Yundu Road holding an umbrella.
In fact, he doesn't need to fight. Even if the ground is full of water, no matter where he puts his foot, the water will automatically avoid it.
The raindrops falling from the sky in the autumn wind even fell on the umbrella surface so that it could tilt automatically. As for the rainwater blown sideways by the wind, they would not dare to hit Yang Ning no matter what.
The reason why Yang Ning held an umbrella was just because she wanted to hold it, and it had nothing to do with the rain.
After walking in the wind and rain for almost half an hour, Yang Ning arrived at the final street of his life in Zhongzhou.
Standing in a clothing store, he held an umbrella and shouted inside: "Uncle! I'm here to buy ghost coins again!"
"Give me 80,000 yuan in ghost coins!"
Bang!
Inside the store, the sound of something knocking to the ground was heard.
An elderly man came out shakily with a bloodless face, looked at Yang Ning from top to bottom, and asked tremblingly: "Eighty, eighty thousand?"
Yang Ning smiled and said: "Yes, 80,000!"
Looking at the gentle young man in front of him who bought 80,000 Ming coins, the uncle was extremely impressed by him.
"Young man, um, it's not easy for you to come here with an umbrella on this rainy day. I, I really don't have 80,000 yuan worth of dirty money..."
"Come on, I, I'll give you one as well!"
The uncle tremblingly took out a stack of ghost coins from the shelf next to him, and wanted to take one out, but he couldn't take it out no matter what because he was too nervous.
Finally, the uncle simply handed the stack of coins to Yang Ning with a trembling look on his face, "All, all for you!"
"Give it all to me?"
Yang Ning said with some embarrassment: "Uncle, is this bad?"
"Nothing bad!"
Looking at Yang Ning's feet, the uncle's hand holding the stack of Ming coins shook even more, "All, all for you! You, you should leave quickly!"
"If it's not enough, you can get whatever you want from my store! No, it's okay!"
The more the uncle talked about it, the more the pain in his face got worse: "Anyway, this is a white shop, and it is here to serve those of you who are in need!"
Yang Ning reached out to pick up the coin. As soon as he took it, the man over there hurriedly let go as if he had been electrocuted. "Look, what else do you want?"
Yang Ning waved his hand with the Ming Coin and said, "That's enough, no need for the others."
The uncle asked casually: "With these 80,000 yuan, do you need to pay rent again?"
"Yes, uncle, I still only need one. I don't need any more. Thank you."
He took out one of the coins from the pile and replaced it with a twenty-yuan Xia Yuan note. Yang Ning placed it on the counter of the Baishi shop next to him and turned around to leave.
After Yang Ning left, the uncle looked at the pile of ghost coins on the counter in a daze.
After a while, he took out a lighter and lit a cigarette for himself. Click, click, but the lighter failed to light up after several attempts.
Finally, after finally lighting it up, the uncle sat behind the counter and began to puff away tremblingly.
While he was smoking, he looked at the place in the store where Yang Ning had been standing. A pair of wet little footprints gave the uncle goosebumps all over his body.
The big footprints that should be there are not there, and the footprints of children that shouldn't be there appear out of thin air.
The old man wiped the sweat from his forehead and trembled and said to himself: "It's cloudy and raining heavily, everything comes out and sways..."
"Fortunately, this gentleman is just a free agent. If it were an ordinary person, he would be frightened to death."
On the street, Yang Ning held an umbrella in one hand and held a headless little sister in the other, asking: "Yamei, why did you scare that uncle just now?"
Chen Yamei was held by Yang Ning with one hand and held her head against her chest with the other, saying, "That old man just looked at your feet and found that you didn't leave any footprints, so he thought you were a ghost."
"I'll hide behind you and show him your footprints, so he doesn't think you are a ghost."
Yang Ning: "..."
"This is a stupid thing, don't do it again."
Chen Yamei nodded with one hand, "Okay! I understand!"
Behind Yang Ning, there is water on the roadside.
Fatty Sun was shaking his intestines while treading water. Listening to Yang Ning's words, he muttered silently: "Then why don't you just remove the footprints? Ah, let me guess..."
At this moment, a gentle but cold voice sounded in Big Fatty Sun's ears: "Fatty Sun, if you dare to say that Chengcheng is lazy, then I will go to the little bald man and ask you for your real name."
"I know, the little bald man knows your real name."
Fatty Sun: "..."
Looking at Ming Ming, who was holding a notebook next to him, he said firmly: "You don't have to ask Wu Di! I will change my name if I work, or my surname if I sit down, I am Sun Yupu!"
He said coldly and clearly "gently": "That's your father's name, do you think I don't know it?"
"Don't worry, that person Chengcheng will help you deal with it. I am only responsible for dealing with you who dare to say that Chengcheng is lazy."
Suddenly, Fatty Sun’s hand that shook his intestines became weak. He hammered his head and said, “Chengcheng is the most diligent, and Chengcheng is not lazy at all. Chengcheng poops by himself after getting up every day, and he never needs help from others! "
Yang Ning looked up at the dark clouds in the sky and decided to let the talking Fatty Sun go for the time being.
Because hitting him with lightning on this rainy day can really kill him.
...
At the Yundu intersection, several people stood motionless in the rain holding umbrellas.
They are all old acquaintances, Li Bai, Ruan Kai, Chen Ge, Han Yang, plus Qin Hao from the Zhongzhou Police Force.
Not counting helping Yang Ning get things when he came back, this was the first time the Special Administration Bureau came to Yundu Road after returning from Kunlun Mountain.
Qin Hao arrived from behind. Looking at the few people standing in the rain, three of whom were acquaintances, he stepped forward and joked: "Long time no see!"
"What are you doing here? Why, you just didn't dare to enter Master Xiao Yang's shop before, but now you don't even dare to enter this Yundu Road?"
Among the four people, except Han Yang who turned to look at him, the other three said nothing.
Ding dong!
Someone's cell phone rang.
Ruan Kai lowered his head and glanced at the message on his phone, and said to Li Bai: "Great poet, your application for transfer from Central Plains Province was rejected by the superiors."
Qin Hao: "..."
He looked at Li Bai with a surprised look on his face, "Good guy, great poet, don't you dare to enter Yundu Road? Do you even dare not stay in the Central Plains Province?!"
Li Bai ignored him and asked Ruan Kai, "What about your application?"
Ruan Kai said calmly: "Similarly, I was also rejected."
Qin Hao: "?!"
Li Bai asked again: "Where's Brother Chen's?"
Ruan Kai: "You think he is special? He was rejected in the same way."
Qin Hao: "..."
Qin Hao looked at the last of the four people and asked, "Is this a new friend from the special unit? You can't apply for transfer as well, right?"
"I?"
Han Yang smiled and said: "The three of them are better than me. I don't even have the courage to write the transfer application."
Qin Hao: "..."
Looking at the four people in front of him, Qin Hao was speechless.
I heard that these people went on a business trip to the Kunlun Mountains in Haixi Province some time ago?
What happened over there to scare these four people like this? ? ?
...
