“There is dirty stuff here.”

After having lunch, when a member of Sanhua Juding, who had the title of shame, passed by an office building, the great god Fuxi first discovered something was wrong.

"Don't use the power of the rules, see who finds it first."

Xiaoxiaoqi has made three rules and regulations, so he must not use the power of fouls. He can only capture these scattered dirty things based on his instinct and experience.

However, for most half a month, the winners are usually Siyuan...

Why? This is his old profession! If he loses to others, he doesn't have to mess around, but no one really cares. They just use the remaining time to find something to do, in short, it's boring.

Siyuan was almost in a state of evaporation during this period. No one knew where he went. His family only received a letter saying that he was going to travel the world... He was very willful and casual.

Ning Qingyuan was looking for him in this world, but there was no reliable news. After she went back that night, she thought about it all night, but had no clue. However, she instinctively thought that Siyuan didn't speak, and that the photo was so real.

So she really wanted to ask what was going on.

But... when she went looking for it for the fourth time and even found Qi Siyuan's hometown, she realized that she might not have the chance to ask in person again.

However, with her temper, she did not give up. She even used her own network to dig up Siyuan, and even the people in the special case team were asked by her.

However, he was finally given an order to prohibit investigation. When he went to the archives to search, he found that his level 8 permission was not enough to investigate Qi Siyuan.

"Who will he be?"

This question has always troubled her, but she had to stop investigating and could only look at the photo of herself holding the child when she was lying in bed every night.

While he was stunned, Siyuan and the others were playing the ghost-catching game more than two thousand kilometers away from her.

Actually, Siyuan felt that these things were both mysterious and terrifying when he was young, but today, he did not think that these little things could be terrifying. The so-called invisible horror and powerful things in the movies were just to be able to interfere with simple brain waves, and there was no entity or specific carrier. The energy it could carry was at best to open and close the door, pick up a cup, or turn on or off a light. To put it bluntly. These things were better than they were trained dogs.

So ghosts are not scary. Some ghosts are demonized for some reasons. Such guys are considered to have some combat effectiveness, but isn’t such combat effectiveness a joke to Siyuan?

After all, the Demon King is right?

So in other people's eyes, the passionate subduing demons and demons in Siyuan is boring. In ancient times, there were some people who killed Hua Xiong with warm wine. Now, there are people who urinate and catch evil ghosts.

Boring...it's so boring.

From discovering dirty things to placing dirty things, the whole process only took more than two minutes. After dispelling evil spirits, the big waist they bought from the barbecue shop was still very hot...

“When will we go back?”

"It's not time yet." Xiao Xiaoqi sat on the curb and took a sip of beer and a big waist: "It's actually quite interesting to have such a day."

"That's it." The great god Fuxi hiccupped his hiccups when he ate meat skewers: "I can't bear to leave, how relaxed."

"Just that's a big deal!" Siyuan stood beside him and paced back and forth: "We will sleep under the overpass starting tomorrow, and all my savings are gone."

The great god Fuxi looked at him disdainfully: "Can living people still make them suffocate to death?"

"If you don't let your urine suffocate, you're going to get the money."

Siyuan had no choice but to throw the empty passbook in front of him: "Do you want me to sleep with you on the streets? Can Fuxi stop paying?"

"Walking in the world, of course, you have to follow the rules of the world." The great god Fuxi picked up his passbook and walked forward with his hands behind his back: "Look at me to get you money."

Siyuan sneered. He wanted to see how this old man got the money. He spent money these days and had to buy everything he saw. In the end, he had to buy a few of them. He basically lost all his savings. Instead, he was the first to jump out and say sarcastic words.

After following him for about two streets, the old butt sat directly opposite a bald man with a gold necklace, looking at him with his eyes curled up.

"What are you worried about!"

The man was too lazy to care about it when he saw that there was a little old man opposite him, but it was not good after a long time. The little old man looked at him eating. How could he bear it?

"A bloody disaster, little brother."

The great god Fuxi sighed and threw the passbook in front of the man: "Give this 50,000 yuan to you, I'll resolve it."

"Are you fucking stupid?"

The great master Fuxi was not anxious. He just knocked on the table: "I will wait for you here at 6 o'clock tomorrow evening. You can decide whether to come or not. If you want to make a passbook, you will only give you one chance."

After he finished speaking, the man didn't have any chance, so he got up and left. Only the confused brother was left in the unknown.

"You're just making money?" Siyuan was almost crying: "Don't tell me, we have to cause him some bloody disaster today?"

"No need to do it, he's messing with something." The great god Fuxi rolled his eyes and calculated: "Well... he's messing with something."

"Do you think I can't see it? If you really want to get involved, you will definitely get involved with you, the old guy."

"Don't be ungrateful." The great god Fuxi curled his lips: "I'm waiting to collect the money tomorrow."

This is not a master... she is also known as one of the ancestors of Chinese civilization. She is just like this, she is just a scoundrel.

Siyuan really felt that his face was dull when he was mixed with him... After all, he was once a representative of integrity and integrity, but now he actually wanted to do such a despicable thing.

Siyuan guessed this matter. The bald gold necklace was also unlucky. If he didn't sit there and eat tonight, it would be nothing, but he just sat there, and he was given a magic trick by the old guy Fuxi.

The art of speaking... to the highest level, it is called the great prophecy, that is, "What I say must be a fact." The great god Fuxi cannot do this, but some basic small curses can still be handled.

The elder brother started to have problems after returning home drunk. First, he found that there was no light at home that could be turned on, and then he could vaguely hear someone crying in his ears. If this is nothing, what is even more terrifying is that after he went to bed, he just touched the butt of his lover, but the phone rang. It was no one else, but the little lover of his lover. She said on the phone that she would go back to her parents' place tonight and would not go back to sleep.

After listening to it, the elder brother's white hair sweat fell, but for a moment he felt cold all over his body. He wanted to see who was lying beside him but he didn't dare to move. He could only stay there and not move.

At this time, a lightning bolt in the sky illuminated the room. After clearly seeing the pale and blue skin of the people around him, he could no longer hold it. He let out an inhuman scream and ran up from the bed with a roar. But just as he was about to run, his ankle was grabbed by a gray and cold hand.

In an instant, his blood was cold and he screamed like a woman. He kicked the hand holding his ankle wildly. Then he snatched the door like a wild dog, regardless of himself.

In April, the Northeast was actually a bit chilly. He walked tremblingly in the cold wind. After finally stopping a taxi, he took a breath and said an address to the driver with a trembling address. But unexpectedly, the driver suddenly turned his head and looked at him and smiled, and said in a hoarse voice that was not like a human, "Why did you run away just now?"

This time, his urine was really scared. He opened the car door and ran away.

After he ran out, the driver touched his head: "Didn't I just ask if you have money? As for what he saw?"

The bald gold necklace suffered a lot all night. He felt that the dirty thing was following him wherever he went. The dirty thing changed countless appearances and countless identities, but whenever he thought he was safe, a strange and terrifying thing would come up to ask him why he ran away.

Until he felt that he was going to die tonight, he suddenly remembered what the nervous old man said to him at night, a bloody disaster... He looked at his embarrassed look. He finally realized that he was negligent and rushed to the place where he was eating. The stall had already been closed, but he was rummaging in the trash can like a madman. Until he flipped through the dirty passbook, he burst into laughter and quickly wiped the passbook with the only shorts he wore, and plucked up all his courage to rush back to the house. However, he did not dare to enter the room, but just put on a quilt on the balcony and rushed out with a wallet in the living room.

So he put on a quilt and waited until dawn at the bank entrance. When the bank went to work, he rushed to the counter under the eyes of the security guard and transferred the money as quickly as possible.

If it weren't for the fact that this guy had only a quilt left on his body, he would have been 100% arrested by the police and locked up.

After saving the money, he found forty or fifty brothers around him as fast as possible, and then sat in the place where he had lunch last night. Those who didn't know thought it was a gangster protesting in the street, and even the special police were dispatched next to him. After he explained and asked all the little brothers to start sweeping the streets, he did not think of them as terrorists and pressed them to the ground.

His younger brothers were also surprised. Today, the boss seemed to be in a bad mood, but after all, he was the boss, and no one dared to ask more questions. He just silently accompanied this nervous brother to sweep the road all day long, and stopped when the lights were on.

The bald brother was still wearing a quilt and sat in the food stall. Because he was worried that his behavior would make the master unhappy, he stuffed 20,000 yuan to the food stall owner and asked him to go to another place for a few hours first. He was sitting on the table yesterday, looking at it... he really looked at it.

He was frightened. The torture of the whole night yesterday made him really die. If the old man could appear immediately yesterday, even if he was asked to kneel down and call him dad... no, it would be fine to call him grandpa.

At about nine o'clock, he saw the weird old man yesterday walking here in the hazy light. He jumped up from the stool and rushed over like he saw his own father.

"Master! Save me...I'm almost dying."

The great god Fuxi looked like a paranormal style, walked forward slowly with his hands behind his back, with an ancient Jingbu on his face: "Oh? I don't have a good mind."

"Master...Master, you don't remember the villain's fault. It's me who deserves to die... It's me who was wrong. I'll kneel down for you! You beat me and slapped me with a big mouth!" The bald brother knelt in front of the great god Fuxi and slapped himself hard: "I'm a mean, I deserve to die."

The great god Fuxi nodded with satisfaction, and did not speak, but just stretched out his hand to him.

The eldest brother understood and immediately handed over the passbook that had already been deposited with both hands. The great master Fuxi took a look and nodded with satisfaction: "It seems that you are still honest. Take this one and don't take it for three years."

The bald brother raised his head and found a small red rope in front of him, with an ordinary small stone hanging on it. He took the letter suspiciously and glanced at the great god Fuxi: "Really...really?"

"Return me if you don't believe me."

"I believe me!"

Whether he believed it or not, the great god Fuxi took the passbook and left. When he returned to Siyuan, he threw the passbook into his hand: "Look, 50,000 a day."

"Do you know I can catch you?" Siyuan couldn't laugh and cry: "After all, you are Kuilong, don't do this."

"Do you think he lost? That's the stone I handed him with my own hands."

"But you picked up that stone on the side of the road."

"Yes, but I touched it with my own hands. To put it as an exaggeration, just with that stone, there will never be any ghosts and monsters in my life who dare to approach him!"

Siyuan shook his head. It was obvious that he was an old hooligan in front of him. It was meaningless to bother him. Anyway, he would be deceiving, nothing more... really, nothing more.

Xiaoxiaoqi happily flattered with his passbook. He had a bad view of his three views, Siyuan had decided to beat him up after he got back and seized the opportunity. He must make him a good boy with normal view.

Siyuan's gloomy eyes swept to Xiaoxiaoqi, unconsciously shrank his neck, and then stared at the passbook with his back to Siyuan.

"It's enough for us to use it for a while, Dad." Xiaoxiaoqi took the passbook and shook at Siyuan: "Save it and use it until we go back."

Siyuan didn't say anything, just shook his head and sighed. However, they didn't realize that the harmless little thing they did had been targeted by someone.

"Four groups follow up and keep a distance."

A person passing by them pretended to be on a phone call and sent an order.

Of course, they didn't realize that the only mistake of the guy staring at them was that he shouldn't pass by them...

"Alas? The special case team members."

Siyuan just glanced at it and found the identity of the guy just now. He scratched his head laughing and crying: "You are targeted by the special case team!"

In fact, it would be strange if you were not targeted. During this period, these three guys were doing the golfer's affairs everywhere. When Siyuan was there, there was something that absolutely would not allow the hero to violate the ban with martial arts. All power must be within the scope of supervision. In addition, these three guys do not know how to hide, so it is reasonable to be targeted...

"If you target it, just target it. Are you not the leader of the special case team?"

"Not yet." Siyuan smiled bitterly: "We are staring at least four groups of people, one group of five. Let's run away." (.)
Chapter completed!