Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

The city of Hongmao, as an old saying goes, is old and young.

The oldest is her history, the establishment of cities and counties, which are recorded in the annals of history, can be traced back to the Yuan and Ming Dynasties; the young is the name "Red Mao", but only ten years.

Ten years ago, her last name was "Qi Shui".

"Qi" means blue and black, and it is self-evident what the meaning of "Qi Shui" is.

Therefore, "Qishui City" is also "Hongmao City", but it was actually built along the river and formed by water.

And now, Li Changan "stands" on this Qishui.

In other words, on the location of a certain mobile phone map, he Li Changan, a land duck, was walking in the river in the middle of the night.

The Taoist grinned.

Look around.

Residential buildings adjoining each other and mixed with old and new divide the city into countless intricate and labyrinthine alleys. Li Changan was in it, only to see the high walls squeezing on both sides, and a reddish night sky sandwiched between the high walls.

Ahead, at the end of another ladder, a tungsten lamp emits a dim light, reflecting the fresh cowhide advertisements on the wall, the reflection of sewage in the floor tiles, the mouse passing by the cable overhead, and the vomit lying on the foot. A drunk sleeping in the stuff.

"Teacher, teacher." (Chengyu's honorific name for middle-aged and elderly men)

The drunk murmured a few times, shy of his white belly, arching in this elusive beach.

"Uh……"

Li Changan wisely decided not to disturb others.

…………

Taoist priests visited this small town for the first time.

Because he is not far from his hometown, he has also heard a little about the city. Roughly ten years ago, Qishui area had a lot of mountains and forests but little land due to geographical conditions. Except for a waterway, the traffic was not very convenient, so it has been a hindrance in economic development.

But then a company called "Red Maw Medicinal Liquor" sprang up, spurring local development. Therefore, "Qishui City" has become "Hongmao City", and of course there are more Hongmao Bridge, Hongmao Square, Hongmao Building, Hongmao Education Park...

This past event is obviously a legend in the local population.

But for Li Changan, apart from the fact that there are more medicinal liquor advertisements in the city, there is really nothing special. The first time I got out of the car, what I saw was the familiar **** and Kankan; what I heard in my ears was also the local accent with a taste of salt and pepper. As if not in another city, but taking a walk after dinner and walking to another community.

But gradually, Li Changan realized the weirdness of this city.

Some residents of this city seem to have a different interest in him as an outsider. Although the young man who secretly photographed him was a bit more prominent, it was not an isolated case. He had long noticed that in certain corners of the crowd, some hidden sights would always be cast, and even sneak shots would be taken.

When did it start?

Li Changan thought about it carefully.

Was it after Yuan Xiaochuan separated? No, it should be earlier, at the time of meeting with Yuan Xiaochuan.

The reason.

Is Xiang Jizhen and the others lingering? What trouble is Yuan Xiaochuan causing? Or is it the peculiarity of the city itself?

Taoist priests don't know.

But in any case, he didn't become interested in watching animals in the spotlight, so he found an empty space and went into a dark alley to detour back to the hotel where he was staying.

However.

Taoist priests obviously underestimated the intricate urban construction of the small town and overestimated the business capabilities of a certain mobile phone map.

This is not.

One was accidentally "arranged" into the river.

The Taoist put his phone in his pocket and ate most of the skewers.

have to.

Ask someone for directions honestly.

Coincidentally.

There was a loud noise from the corner deep in the alley.

…………

In the same way, most of the twenty-odd young people who have nothing to do will imagine themselves as a writer.

Most small miscellaneous skins (punchers) who drop out of school at the age of seventeen or eighteen boast of themselves as triads.

But Fang Dun'er is different. He stubbornly thinks that he is not a gangster or a small gangster, and Ding Tian is a well-established gangster. Because the underworld has to go to jail, and the gangsters will only be detained.

So he abandoned the black suit issued by the company and stubbornly kept a colorful killer on his square head.

But killing Matt is good, but "bangs" is a bit an eye-catcher.

So even though the chubby middle-aged man smiled timidly and flatteringly, he still felt extremely dazzling, because when he was blocking this bastard, the hair ran into the corner of his eye, and an accidental toe hit the corner of the wall.

"Laugh at you for selling sackcloth."

He raised his hand to slap the opponent to the ground, and then the punks around him immediately rushed up, punching and kicking them like raindrops.

This middle-aged man was also quite experienced, did not resist, just shrank up, kept his head, and howled like a pig.

"Help! Kill! Help! Kill!"

This is not without a target.

Probably because, just ten meters away, the exit of this alley is a Binjiang Road. Even standing in this lane, you can see the sparkling waves on the river surface and feel the cool river breeze. Moreover, it is not too late, and there are many citizens who have passed by to enjoy the coolness.

But……

Fang Dun'er only stared at her.

"Anyuan Security Company does not care about irrelevant personnel."

The men, women and children who were attracted by the sound and probed their heads in the alley immediately acted as birds and beasts.

You see, this is the benefit of having a system. At school, extorting five yuan or six yuan, you have to worry about the other party reporting to the teacher. Now if you catch someone and beat them up, you don't have to worry about someone calling the police.

But suddenly, the cry for help weakened a lot.

Fang Dun'er lowered his head to look, but was not angry.

There is a little yellow hair with red eyeballs, greeting people on his head.

"What do you do?!"

He shoved the kid and cursed.

"Be careful, your turtle!"

Therefore, he most hates taking these children out on the field, the brains are congested, and he doesn't know the importance of starting. You have to go to jail if you are killed, and you lose money if you are disabled. Don’t you know such a simple truth? !

A little bored, he left the beating team, walked to the crossing, squatted down, ordered a soft Chinese, took a sip, then turned out the phone, clicked on the calculator, and muttered something.

"A month’s basic salary is 4,500 yuan, and a field trip is 1,000 yuan. I went out twice this month and got a total of 6,500 yuan. The deceased old woman’s medical expenses cost 2,000 yuan, and the living expenses of younger brothers and sisters are 1,000 yuan, and the monthly deposit is 500 yuan. RMB, 200 RMB as a wedding gift for the uncle’s house, 300 RMB for the new skin, 500 RMB for Xiaomei’s life...Mom, you can’t give it for free, a spicy meal is 40 RMB, and a room is 40 RMB. Buy a set for 20 yuan."

He pressed the "=" sign, and the number finally pierced Cautiously.

"Yes! I'm going to eat instant noodles again next month."

He was complaining that his salary was too low and the cost of supporting his family was too high. Suddenly, a pair of hole shoes appeared in front of him.

His habit is just one sentence:

"Anyuan Security Company does not care about irrelevant personnel."

But.

"Crack."

The sound of the camera came one after another accompanied by the flash.

This Hongmao City actually does not give the company face?

He looked up in surprise, looking at a young man wearing big pants, grilling skewers in one hand, and taking pictures casually with a mobile phone in the other, saw him looking over, lowered the camera, and gave him a picture.

Hey.

Fang Dun'er almost laughed angrily.

"Don't you understand human words?!"

The young man nodded when he heard the words.

I won't take pictures anymore.

Nima.

Changed the camera!

Ah.

Dun'er finally laughed.

It's not bad to be brave for righteousness. It just so happened that my "Good Food Street Fang Shiyu" gave you an insight into the sinister society.

He threw the cigarette **** to the ground, stood up with a "pump", raised his hand to grab the young man's mobile phone, but this was a false move.

However.

There was no time for this foot.

Suddenly in front of Fang Dun'er's eyes was a whirl of heaven and earth. Immediately, with a "pop", a forehead slammed on the floor tiles, and the sewage in the gaps between the tiles splashed and confused his face.

He was turned around inexplicably and crouched in front of the young man.

Immediately afterwards.

A piercing and painful spanking came up, people can't help but recall the fear of being dominated by needles when they were young.

Fang Dun'er screamed on the spot, and crawled out for ten steps.

When he looked back with tears and grief and anger, he saw a skewers sign inserted in his left half and the buttocks trembled.

"puff……"

I don't know who couldn't hold back the smile.

Anyway, his square face changed from blue to white, from white to red, and from red to black.

"Laugh a hammer. Kill him for me!"

………………

Li Changan asked himself that after returning to this world, the whole person was much calmer.

At least in the ancient world, when he saw the wicked doing evil, the sign in his hand was probably not aimed at **** meat, but throat.

But Li Changan is Li Changan after all.

When the crowds of punks came up opposite, the hair on one of his lips was still thin, and the one who was less than sixteen or seventeen took out a folding knife. Although his posture was still relaxed, there was a sharp flash in his eyes.

The little miscellaneous skin holding the knife didn't understand the art of martial arts, and the switchblade in his hand was just stabbed indiscriminately.

The Taoist priest squeezed a skewers stick, and flicked it, without letting hair go around the edge of the knife. The tip of the bamboo stick picked up the other side's hemp tendons, and the folding knife in his hand could not be held immediately. He patted it, and then let it go. Out.

Immediately afterwards, Li Changan rushed in, hitting him with a punch, and his face was full of blossoms, grabbing a yellow hair, throwing him against the wall, and then pressing the right hand that had previously taken the knife...

"what!"

A scream.

The bamboo stick went through the palm of the flesh and sank into the masonry, nailing his palm to the wall.

Li Changan didn't stay there, and immediately gave in, and the flying legs of the attacker behind him kicked firmly against the wall. Before he hugged his feet and cried out for pain, Li Changan pushed him against the wall.

"Pouch."

Another palm "specimen" was freshly released.

then.

The second, third, fourth, fifth.

When Li Changan nailed all the palms of everyone to the wall, the little miscellaneous skin with the knife did not know where it came from. He endured the pain and pulled out his palm, then took out a switchblade and held it on. With his back to his kung fu, the Taoist stabbed Li Changan in the waist.

Fortunately, the peaceful days of the past few days did not obliterate Li Changan's vigilance.

The backhand of the Taoist priest was as long as his eyes, and his backhand grabbed his knife-holding wrist. With the other hand, he grabbed the back of his head and slammed it against the wall.

Just right.

That direction is where Xiao Zapi pulled out his palm earlier, and the half of the bamboo stick is still on the wall.

At this moment.

Xiao Zapi could only watch the bamboo stick magnify infinitely in his eyes.

At this moment, the force from the back of his head suddenly deflected.

He rubbed the bamboo stick with his head and hit the wall hard.

…………

There are hundreds of words, but the time is less than a minute.

Fang Dun'er exhausted his life's willpower and finally pulled out the bamboo stick. He gritted his teeth and turned around, vowing to insert the bamboo stick intact.

However... he stared blankly at the scene in front of him... the **** under his hand were wailing and grasping their wrists. Only the little yellow hair stood stupidly, with some unknown liquid dripping in his crotch. And the person he wanted to revenge was slowly gnawing on the last skewers.

To be honest, at this moment, there is only one sentence in his mind: Thirty-six strategies, the best strategy.

But whether it is a gangster or a triad, if you want to eat this bite, you must have basic professional ethics. For example, at this time... he looked at the wailing little brothers, then at the bamboo stick in Li Changan's hand, cried and threw away the stick in his hand, swiped the Wang Ba fist, and rushed up "heroically".

Of course, the familiar world is spinning, and the familiar **** hurts.

He looked back with tears, very well, this time he inserted it on his right ass, aligned.

Fortunately, the other party didn't take any further action. When the younger brothers fled back in embarrassment, Fang Dun'er breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wait for me! If you offend our Anyuan Security Company, you are offending the entire Hongmao City. Neither black or white will let you go!"

Abandoning this ruthless word, he quickly turned his brothers into Rufeng.

…………

Taoist priests watched them leave, completely disregarding their threats.

at this time.

The assaulted man also stood up while groaning while holding on to the wall.

"Teacher, do you want to see in the hospital?"

"I'm fine, I don't have to go to the hospital."

The man raised his head, revealing a bruised face. He wanted to smile at Li Changan, but just after the corners of his mouth opened, he took a breath of cold breath, and had to straighten his face and thank him.

Then, he tried to take a few steps, but his feet staggered and he almost fell to the ground with an unstable footing. Thanks to the quick eyes and quick hands of the Taoist priest, he stepped forward to stabilize him.

He thanked him for a while, but this time, Li Chang'an had a strange look in his eyes.

When he got close, he realized that this man actually smelled of magic.

"Sorry," the man said quietly. "My feet seem a bit..."

"Nothing."

A deep smile appeared on Li Changan's face.

"Isn't your house far? I'm a good man, I will send you back."