Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

The story begins on a hot and dull night.

At seven or eight o’clock in the middle of the night, the sky has not faded, and you can look up at the clouds that have been darkened by the night, like a large cotton blanket covering the stubble of the building, simmering the small city of red grass. A melting pot.

Underneath, the street lights began to glow, and some moths puffed up. Beside, the various neon signs hanging on the heights and on the ground opened up early, reflecting the colorful and transparent streets.

And this huge street, including the pavement and the sidewalks on both sides, was early in the morning crowded by the evening rush traffic, the all-pervasive army of electric vehicles, the night market vendors who occupy the road, and the shuttle of pedestrians. The most eye-catching among them is probably young and beautiful big girls and sisters, wearing cool hot pants and short skirts, showing bare legs...white, black, long, short, thick. , Thin, a pair of pairs, a row, one by one, hooking the eyes of the old and young men, with Yingshengyanyu scattered into the various fast food, small noodles, handwriting, grilled fish, spicy crayfish, In the barbecue shop.

Round the table in groups of three to five.

"Boss, let's have some grilled fish."

"To get it."

Don't wait for a long time. Peel the cleaned fish, mix it with condiments and side dishes, wrap it in tin foil, and throw it on the charcoal fire.

"Zila."

The scent of the grease roasted was stirred by the night breeze, mixed into the smell of perfume, mixed into the air of this world, and fluttered into this person's nose following the wind.

…………

Yuan Xiaochuan took a deep breath.

"boss!"

He let go of his voice and suppressed the noisy half of the street.

"Give me two catties of silver carp, a handful of lamb skewers, stir-fry a plate of beans, and then roast some meat and vegetable dishes! Remember to come first with a plate of peanuts."

"To get it!"

In front of the roasting stall, the boss who was too busy to go to the left and right gave a "roar" when he had time.

"Why don't you drink something? Captain Yuan."

"Old Li, what do you drink?"

Yuan Xiaochuan didn't rush to answer, turned his head and asked about Li Changan, who was next to him with big pants and hole shoes.

The Taoist priest was fascinated by the street scene. He was in a daze for a while before he gradually focused on the huge advertisement on the opposite side, which occupied most of the floor.

Above, a 20-year-old idol Xiaosheng was holding a bottle of wine and thumbing up. Next to him was a blond foreign model with a stiff shoulder.

Li Changan blinked his eyelids.

"Aren't you the hometown of medicinal liquor? A bottle?"

"What are you talking about."

Unexpectedly, Old Comrade Yuan didn't have a sense of collective honor in the city, and he rolled his eyes on the spot.

"Haosheng, please rub it, what do you do with that Jill's thing?!"

After speaking, he turned his head and let go of his voice at the boss again.

"Let's have two beers."

"Mountain city or Qingdao?"

"Mountain City!"

…………

After ordering the food, the two people sat in a seat on the side of the road. The waiter brought the cold beer, and then brought a plate of peanuts and rice, and the two set out with a small wine and side dishes.

To be honest, this trip is actually beyond Li Changan's plan.

He tossed in the ancient world for a few months, exhausted enough, and returned to the present world. He just wanted to live a long life, but he didn’t want to be checked by the country’s water meter. Although he didn’t notice any follow-up actions, he always felt that Someone stared at him in a dark corner, uncomfortable to go out to buy some food, and simply left the doghouse and went out to travel.

This person travels in three ways. One is to see the humanities and scenery of a foreign country; the other is to see the magnificent beauty of the mountains, rivers and lakes; the last thing is to visit relatives and friends.

But Li Changan was lazy and didn’t want to travel far to go to a place with very different customs and diets; secondly, in ancient times, he was tired of seeing the green mountains and green waters, deserted and dilapidated, and now he likes the prosperous world; thirdly, after the death of grandfather Li, the same A family of relatives broke contact early. After thinking about it, there is only one thing left, which is to meet friends.

There are not many Taoist friends, but many of them have a heart-to-heart relationship. Among them is this Yuan Xiaochuan.

The two are dating in open crotch pants. When I was young, there were few cartoons on TV, and I repeatedly broadcast the old ones, such as "Gourd Baby", "Journey to the West", "Ding Dong Cat", "Black Cat Sheriff"...Among them, several villains like " "Black Cat Sheriff", I love to play "Police Catch Thief". If Yuan Xiaochuan has no other problems, he loves to occupy the role of "policeman", and because he was born dark, he is especially sensitive to the word "black", so he loses the nickname of "sergeant".

Unexpectedly, he was taken seriously and taken seriously, and he was determined to become a people's policeman to uphold justice and eradicate evil. When he grew up, he really got what he wanted. He became a policeman and geared up to fight against evil.

But is it true that what I learned when I was a child may not be useful when I grow up...

"How are you doing? Don't tell me, your baby has been promoted, and the fake sergeant has become a real sergeant."

Yuan Xiaochuan hummed twice, poured a cold beer, and poured the whole glass into his throat with his head up.

"The front-line criminal police in the provincial capital was transferred to the traffic police captain of the county-level city."

He wiped the foam from his mouth.

"It is indeed a promotion."

"Just your dog's temper." Li Changan slowly picked up a salted peanut, "It's not necessarily a bad thing."

"I'm a dog temper, then you? What's better than me?"

Yuan Xiaochuan mouthed, and then asked:

"Hey, really. I called you over this time because I wanted you to do me a favor. I'm not reconciled, so I want to make a turnaround."

"I knew that your baby was not so generous. It was picking up the car and making a treat. Well, what's the matter?"

"How's your reporter doing?"

It's been opened!

Li Changan is a media major. In the early years, he joined a news website as a reporter. At that time, he was innocent and passionate. The leader told him not to like interviews, and he wanted to do interviews if the leaders refused to let him interview. The leader said: Nacheng, you go mad, wherever you like to interview, go wherever you like.

Fortunately, there are still some connections in the business, and Yuan Xiaochuan should have asked this too.

The Taoist priest was about to speak in detail.

"I'm coming."

The waiter suddenly came out of the crowded seats and brought a plate of grilled fish to the table.

But seeing the iron plate, the roasted yellow fish is sunk in the red chili oil, the spicy pepper, pepper, green onion is layered thickly, and then steamed by the remaining temperature, the aroma will evaporate along with the water vapor. Entering the nose makes people move their index fingers and produce fluid in their tongues.

At present, human affairs can be mentioned later.

The two of them pinched the conversation, picked up the chopsticks, and were about to feast on them.

However.

"Meow."

Suddenly, a long, stern cat screamed through the night sky.

Li Changan looked up in amazement.

I saw an orange "pig" falling from the sky, and slammed it on the grilled fish that had just been served.

Immediately, the cups and plates fell and grease splashed. With a click, the plastic table fell to pieces, two bottles of mountain castle hit the ground, there was a crisp sound, and white foam floated from the green glass slag.

Li Changan didn't react a little. He looked at the ball of hairy **** that were motionless in the plastic and the dregs of soup and vegetables. For a long time, he stretched out his finger and poked it.

"Meow."

Seeing the goods blow up, he picked up half of the fish's tail and swished out of sight.

"Uh……"

The Taoist priest looked at the grilled fish on the ground, then at the bewildered waiter, and then at the large greasy dirt on the pants.

He couldn't laugh or cry and took out a few pieces of paper, and while wiping it, he thought to himself:

What's the situation?

No, someone immediately told him what was going on.

He only heard a high-pitched female voice like a suona, sharp like a nail scraping the glass, violently upstairs.

"You uncles say that you come out with rotten eyes, get out of me, get out! Even if I fall to death, I won't sell it to you!"

At the same time, the voice of a man next to him seemed to want to argue a few words.

However……

"I……"

"Wo said the fairy board in your house!"

"you……"

"Your mother sells old hemp, and your old man sells piping..."

It is not an opponent of magnitude at all.

Not for a while.

Amidst the hurricanes and rain, several people fled out of the corridor in embarrassment. One of them was combed with oily hair. When they saw Yuan Xiaochuan, they grinned and leaned forward.

"Oh, isn't this Captain Yuan? Drinking?"

Old Yuan gave him a sideways look and ignored him.

The man was not angry, and looked at Li Changan with a smile.

"This brother is? Don't introduce me."

With that, handed a business card.

Li Changan glanced.

"Yang Sanli, Manager of the Public Relations Department of Red Mao Liquor Industry", is quite famous.

When Old Yuan saw it, he finally responded, but he didn't take his words to introduce Li Changan. He just pointed to the upstairs who kept cursing.

"Why are you here to provoke someone else again?"

"What are you talking about? Where is it to provoke?"

This Yang Sanli quickly called himself wronged.

"Isn't their house selling cats, dogs, and dogs? I just came to buy a cat and take care of their business. If I want to get it, I will give you money and get scolded!"

This was just finished.

"Pick up your bad money and give it to Lao Tzu!"

As soon as I saw it, ten banknotes flew down upstairs, and they were scattered all over the street.

Now, even Yuan Xiaochuan couldn't see it.

"Zou paralyzed, what do you have epilepsy?!"

"Lao Tzu has epilepsy every day, month after month, and year after year. Can you manage to get it? If you have the ability, why don't you send Lao Tzu to the Five Temples too!"

"Five Temples?"

Li Changan was listening with gusto while he was holding his hand. He didn't know what to say when he listened to a vocabulary that he didn't understand, and quickly asked without shame.

Next to him, Yang Sanli smiled as though he was okay and replied: "There used to be a mental hospital."

Yuan Xiaochuan turned his head and glared at him, he smiled and made a shut-up gesture, greeted several accomplices to get in the car and leave.

At this time, I don't know which old neighbor was upset by the quarrel.

"It's big night, you have to keep your voice down, can't you?"

"You little mother sells sesame seeds, you old scumbag, who sells eyeballs, doesn't keep to your house and dies in your house, and the old woman sips it. What's up with your mother's nostalgia?"

This was a stabbing of the hornet's nest, which evoked unanimous condemnation from the neighbors around him. The hero of the female middle school was also a ruthless character.

But it is inevitable that someone who has a violent temper, who is clumsy in tongues but proficient in fists and kicks, "dongdong" comes to the house and smashes all over the floor.

But this "Zou paralyzed" still showed no signs of timidity.

"Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock hard, knock on funeral for your homecoming family."

"Come on! I don't want to live anyway. Kill Lao Tzu, you can't run away from home?"

"Ugh……"

Yuan Xiaochuan covered his forehead and sighed.

But as soon as he turned his head, he saw Li Changan look very interested, he was listening to this foul language as a small song.

"You don't find it hard to hear."

"What's so nasty?" Taoist priests don't think it's too big to see the excitement, "it's not scolding me."

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to tell your baby."

Old Comrade Yuan was flustered with exhaustion.

"That's it for today. I won't be able to eat. I'll talk about things tomorrow when I have time."

After speaking, the black face went to mediate.

At this time, the boss who watched the excitement next to him grabbed a handful of skewers.

"Do you still want to be skewers?"

"Yeah (how) don't you? Pack it."

…………

Hongmao is a small county with only a few prosperous streets, and as far away, the lights dim and pedestrians become thinner.

In this way, those guys with mobile phones on the back of your **** are particularly conspicuous.

Li Changan suddenly turned around.

Later, the young man who had followed him for most of the street almost didn't frighten the phone. He managed to hold it firmly, but he was sweating, his mouth could not be opened, and he could not move under his feet.

Who is Li Changan?

Even with big pants, holes and shoes, beer in one hand and barbecue in the other, it is hard to hide his vigorous figure. A pair of eyes are like blades of swords, making people feel cold.

The young man shivered for a while, suddenly "spiritual base moved", showing a stiff smile, stammering:

"Little brother, little brother, do you have to give you a gift?"

When the Taoist priest heard the words, he smiled, looked at him up and down several times, and looked straight at him, and the chrysanthemum trembled.

Only then did he silently finish the skewers in his hand, rub his hand on his pants, and spread it out in front of the young man.

The young man suddenly burst into tears, but under the gaze of the Taoist priest, he only stretched out his hand reluctantly. But when he didn't touch him, he weighed on his wrist and saw a plastic pocket full of leftover bamboo sticks and used tissues hanging from his wrist.

"Throw it for me."

The young man was relieved and hurriedly nodded and ran away.

"Thanks."

The Taoist beckoned to his back, grabbed a mutton skewers, and dipped into the night of the small town with beer.

But it was also when the Taoist turned his head.

The Mediterranean with dogs walking on the street, the owner of the hair salon opposite, couples selling dog food all over the street... all kinds of people picked up their mobile phones in unison.

However, it happened that the last bus passed by.

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