Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

In the bumpy carriage.

A crowd of big guys.

The all-black tight-fitting training suit, with high-waist camouflage pants, and the underside of a watery inch, the expression is so fierce and vicious, he almost didn't put the five characters "I am the underworld" on his forehead.

Looking down, the logo of the clothes clearly printed "Anyuan Security".

This name is familiar.

"Is Mr. Li still very capable?"

On the opposite side of the carriage, Yang Sanli spoke abruptly.

Earlier, he brought Li Changan into the car with more than a dozen people, and he was now wearing a pair of gold glasses, looking slowly through the Taoist's notebook.

"So many old things were dug up in half a day."

His demeanor and actions are like the teacher reviewing the students' homework, and when he sees the beauty, he is even more vocal.

"Oh, this happened eight years ago, I almost forgot about it."

"There is a **** who raises your head three feet away. Someone will help you remember the things you can't remember."

"Mr. Li believes in God?"

"I believe in reason."

"It makes sense to have money and power."

"Good and evil are rewarded, it is the truth! If you do too many wicked things, you will always be unable to take care of it. Be careful to leak your ass."

"If it leaks out, just change a pair of trousers. If you have money, I'm afraid you can't buy one. How much does Mr. Li cost?"

"You want to buy me?"

Li Changan's words were full of mockery.

"Hey, they are all gentlemen, don't talk so badly." Yang Sanli smiled and pushed the frame, "Am I a public relations manager, of course I must call it public relations."

"Trouble open the window."

Li Changan sneered.

"Someone farts, it really smells bad."

As soon as he said this, the tense atmosphere in the car suddenly showed signs of losing control. The Taoist suddenly felt like he was done, he shouldn't have to do it.

In case they all hit the ground, wouldn't the previous operation be useless?

Fortunately, Yang Sanli is indeed a gentle "person". He comforted the "security guard" who got out of the car and opened the window with a smile.

Immediately.

The moist cool breeze poured into the carriage, blowing away the stuffy sweat.

Outside the window.

However, Qishui is like an ink ribbon, laid out between the green mountains and green ridges.

Flowers, stones, trees and grasses kept passing by, but there were no traces of people alone.

"This is not the way back to the city."

"Aren't you looking for a quarry?"

Yang Sanli threw the notes aside, and finally put away the professional smirk, cold light shining under the gold silk glasses.

"I'll take you there."

…………

"What the hell? You are going back to study!"

On the mountain beam, a bunch of colorful long hair stands upright in the wind.

The square head underneath was facing the phone screen, full of capitals stunned.

Thinking of Fang Dun'er hero I, he is a famous figure in Qishui schools, junior high schools, and high schools. I didn't think that he was accidentally stabbed in the butt, especially twice. What's more unfortunate is that he is not doing things well, being thrown by the top into this wilderness and guarding ghost places like quarries. Even making a video call is on the top of the mountain, standing on tiptoe.

But after a whole day of ideological struggle, he still cheered up, determined to summon Ma Tsai and regroup. However, he never expected that the first person he contacted, his number one Ma Tsai, the little yellow hair, was on the other end of the phone, wearing his school uniform and dyed his hair black, and the first sentence he said was to go back to study!

You read a hammer book!

"You can't even recognize twenty-five letters, what good is it for you to read them out?"

On the other side of the phone, Xiao Huangmao let out a long sigh.

"If there is really no way..."

His words are full of loss of the future.

"I had no choice but to go home and inherit five properties, seven hot pot restaurants, and thirteen stores..."

say!

At this moment, the grass mud horse in Fang Dun'er's heart seemed to be rushing turbulently under the mountain.

He was heartbroken:

"vulgar!"

"Your dream? Wearing a trench coat and sunglasses to be the boss's dream?!"

"I thought about..." The little Huang Mao over there was a little ashamed, "But fighting and killing is too dangerous for ordinary people like us, if we run into another martial arts..."

"Will martial arts be great?"

Xiao Huangmao didn't answer, but the expression on the phone clearly said: Do you dare to touch your **** and say this?

However, Fang Dun'er was full of confidence and swung the other hand in front of the camera.

"See? What is this?"

The object, the rusty iron pipe with a polished wooden support, was actually a soil spray, but it was very old, I don't know where it came from.

Fang Dun'er was extremely proud, as if he was holding a baby, his voice was fluttering.

"This is a gun!"

"Shotgun"

Unexpectedly, Xiao Huangmao on the other side didn't give the slightest face, and told the truth ruthlessly.

Fang Dun'er was not happy anymore.

"How about a shotgun? A shotgun is not a gun."

"No matter how good martial arts, I will fall down with a shot. You wait, let me run into that person again..." He pointed the muzzle at the screen, his mouth snapped, "I want him to kneel on the ground and call Dad."

At this time.

"Fang Dun'er!"

At the foot of the mountain, someone suddenly called him.

"What the hell?"

He screamed back.

"The person who stabbed your **** yesterday was just caught by Manager Yang."

He was taken aback for a moment, then overjoyed, and excitedly said to Xiao Huangmao:

"You wait, I'll take a picture later. If I don't let him call "Dad" today, I will cut my hair and accompany you to study..."

Before finishing talking, Yamashita was urging again.

"Dun'er!"

He hung up the call and took a copy of the shotgun.

"I'm coming!"

…………

"get off."

"be honest!"

Li Changan was roughly pushed out of the van.

He was silent, just looking around.

The parking location is a wilderness. Looking around, there are rolling hills. But this stretch of momentum stopped abruptly at the front of the road. In the front, the mountains had their flesh and skin cut out, revealing the pale "flesh" underneath.

This is an abandoned quarry.

In the early years, there were many similar quarries in the area, both legal and illegal. If they were profitable, they continued to dig, and if they were unprofitable, they slapped their buttocks and left, leaving only an empty space among the green mountains and green waters. The "sore spots".

But this one is different now.

A large building was actually built on the place next to the stone wall. From the appearance of the building and the faint light from the windows, it is obvious that this building has been maintained. But the stone wall behind it has already climbed up the moss vines, and it has obviously stopped mining.

The weirdness is obvious.

Li Changan was secretly determined in his heart: It seems that it is here.

In fact, Li Changan and Yuan Xiaochuan have always had a faint guess about what happened to Bao Zhiyun and others. That is, the Red Mao Group must be around Qishui and set up a private black cell to detain and torture those stubborn opponents. Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain the sudden disappearance and change of Bao Zhiyun and others.

In Fengshun Village, Li Changan accidentally learned some clues from Bao Xiaohui, and at the same time discovered Bao Chunhua's turmoil. At that time, the Taoist priest suddenly thought that instead of investigating afterwards, why should the people from Hongmao take the initiative to bring him over?

It now appears that the plan went smoothly, but... he lowered his head and glanced, a pair of handcuffs locked his hands tightly. Glancing back again, a dozen watermelon knives were shining in the carriage.

Let's do it by ear.

…………

Li Changan was pushed all the way into the innermost room of the building.

In front of me, there is a large rock wall, with many one-meter square lattices carved out of it, and is equipped with a thick iron cover door, which is marked with serial numbers in turn.

Some of these grids are open, some are tightly covered, and there are faint noises.

Li Changan didn't have time to listen carefully.

The **** pointed to a blank space with a smile on his face.

"You now have two choices."

He held up a finger.

"One, it's yourself..."

Halfway through the conversation, the Taoist priest ignored him, and a short body got in by himself.

There was a stiff smile on the man's face.

Get angry, the other party is quite cooperative; if you don't, you always feel awkward. It was uncomfortable for not being able to go up and down. In the end, he just snapped the iron lid and hung the door bolt.

He patted the gray layer on his hands and asked the companion next to him:

"This is the person who inserted Fang Dun'er's **** yesterday."

"Yes, Fang Dun'er also said that he knows how to martial arts."

"Able at martial arts? He can't get out even if he knows the electric light poisonous dragon drill."

"Oh, don't say it, this ghost place is gloomy."

"Go, go."

…………

The grid is extremely narrow.

People are inside.

Can't stand up.

Can't lie down.

The feet cannot be straight.

I can't open my hands.

All sounds and light sources from the outside world are cut off by thick rock layers and iron covers.

In the absence of light and sound, the human senses are desperately looking for all excitement.

However.

I can only hear my breathing and heart beating gradually.

The curled limbs slowly stiffened and swelled.

The smell became more pungent and disgusting. This smell comes from a small bucket, in this cramped cage, what it is used for, naturally it is unnecessary to say more.

Li Changan finally understood how Bao Zhiyun was crazy.

"...998, 999, 1000, almost done."

In the darkness, the Taoist muttered to himself in a low voice.

then.

"boom."

The flame suddenly appeared.

A piece of yellow talisman burned quietly, illuminating this square inch of land, reflecting the old blood stains on the stone wall.

The Taoist detective hand tapped his nose lightly, and spit out two words in his mouth.

"Exorcism."

…………

This is a new change that Li Changan has obtained after slaying the corpse Buddha. It can be said to be awe-inspiring, but perhaps due to the poor skills of the Taoist priests, they are quite moist.

The meaning of "God" can be extended. The upper part can include the "Tao Shang Laojun" and other great metamorphosis, and the lower part can also refer to the sincere gathering of "Shi Gandang" and others. But they all have one thing in common, that is, they have accepted people's faith and worship.

After Li Changan got this change, he also tried it out in the ancient world.

The result is that the great **** does not listen to the tune, the small **** does not listen to the announcement, even the father-in-law does not care about him.

Only some weak wild gods and ignorant gods who have not formed a complete wisdom should be sent out by him. For example, the five grandmothers of Liu Weidong's house and Bao Zhiyun's salt water empress, of course, they are not gods, but new gods born under long-term religious worship.

What the Taoist priests must do now is to take a trick, and it is also considered to be a lively study, to drive a "god" he carries with him.

Nose **** rushes into the dragon jade.

But seeing that the Taoist priest was just below one point, his nose actually fell off his face, fell to the ground and rolled, turning into a five-centimeter tall figure.

The appearance and dress are all like Li Changan.

In other words, this Chonglongyu is actually Li Changan himself.

Right now, it seems that the same soul is controlling the two bodies, a giant looking up is himself, and a little bit looking down is also himself. It is really weird and funny.

But maintaining this state consumes mana and spirit all the time.

So Li Changan didn't dare to dare, jumped on his finger and sent himself into the vent of the iron door.