Wearing all black tight-fitting training clothes, paired with high-waisted camouflage pants, and a shaved head, his expression was so fierce that he almost had the words "I am a gangster" plastered on his forehead.
But looking down, the logo on the clothes clearly says "Anyuan Security".
This name seems somewhat familiar.
"Is Mr. Li still very capable?"
Across the carriage, Yang Sanli suddenly spoke.
He had previously "invited" Li Changan into the car with a dozen people, and now he was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and slowly looking through the Taoist priest's notebook.
"I dug up so many old things in half a day."
His demeanor and movements were like a teacher reviewing a student's homework, and when he saw the good points, he even clicked his tongue.
"Oh, this happened eight years ago, I almost forgot."
"There are gods at the top of your head. If you can't remember things, someone will help you remember them."
"Does Mr. Li believe in God?"
"I believe in truth."
“Isn’t it reasonable to have money and power?”
"It is the truth that good deeds and evil deeds will be rewarded! If you do too many immoral things, you will always be unable to hold them back. Be careful to expose your butt."
"If it leaks, just change into a pair of pants. If you have money, I'm afraid I won't be able to buy one. How much does Mr. Li cost for one pair?"
"You want to bribe me?"
Li Changan's words were full of ridicule.
"Hey, we are all gentle people, don't speak so harshly." Yang Sanli smiled and pushed up the frame, "Am I the public relations manager? Of course I am called public relations."
"Please open the window."
Li Changan sneered.
"Someone farts, it really stinks."
As soon as these words came out, the tense atmosphere in the car suddenly showed signs of getting out of control. The Taoist priest suddenly thought, it's over, he shouldn't take action.
If they were all defeated, wouldn't all my previous operations be in vain?
Fortunately, Yang Sanli is indeed a polite "person". He calmed down the "security guards" who were about to move in the car, and even smiled and asked people to open the car windows.
Immediately.
The moist and cool breeze rushed into the car, blowing away the stifling smell of sweat.
Outside the window.
But Qishui is like a dark silk ribbon, spread among the green mountains and ridges.
Flowers, rocks, trees and grass kept passing by, but there was no trace of human beings.
"Isn't this the way back to the city?"
"Don't you want to find a quarry?"
Yang Sanli threw the notes aside and finally put away his professional fake smile, with a cold light reflecting under his gold-rimmed glasses.
"I'll take you there."
…………
"What? You have to go back to study!"
On the mountain ridge, a bunch of colorful long hair stood upright in the wind.
A square head at the bottom is facing the screen of a mobile phone, with the words "Bewilderment" written all over it in capital letters.
I think of him as a hero, Fang Duner. He was a famous figure in all primary schools, junior high schools, and high schools in Qishui. He didn't expect to be accidentally stabbed in the butt, twice. What was even more unlucky was that he was doing things.
Unfortunately, he was thrown into the wilderness by his superiors, guarding a ghostly place like a quarry. Even making a video call, he had to stand on tiptoe on the top of a mountain.
But after a whole day of ideological struggle, he still cheered up and decided to summon the mazai and regroup. But he never expected that the first person he contacted - his number one mazai, Xiao Huangmao, would be there on the phone.
He wore his school uniform, dyed his hair black, and the first thing he said was that he wanted to go back to school!
Read a hammer book!
"You can't even recognize twenty-five letters, so what's the use of reading them out?"
On the other end of the phone, Xiao Huangmao let out a long sigh.
"If there is really no other way..."
His words were full of despair for the future.
"I had no choice but to go home and inherit my family's five properties, seven hot pot restaurants, and 13 stores..."
say!
At this moment, the grass and mud horse in Fang Dun'er's heart was like the rushing Qi River under the mountain.
He was heartbroken:
"vulgar!"
"What's your dream? What's your dream of wearing a trench coat and sunglasses and becoming a boss?!"
"I've thought about it..." Xiao Huangmao over there was a little ashamed, "But fighting and killing is too dangerous for ordinary people like us. If we bump into someone who knows martial arts again..."
"Is it important to know martial arts?"
Xiao Huangmao didn't answer, but the expression on the phone clearly said: Do you dare to touch your butt and say this?
Fang Dun'er, however, was full of confidence and waved the object in his other hand towards the camera.
"Did you see it? What is this?"
That object, a rusty iron pipe with a polished wooden support set on it, turned out to be a dirt gun, but it was very old, and it was an antique that I didn't know where it was dug out from.
Fang Dun'er was extremely proud, as if he was holding some kind of treasure, and his voice was trembling.
"This is a gun!"
"shotgun"
Unexpectedly, Xiao Huangmao on the other side didn't show any respect and ruthlessly told the truth.
Fang Duner was not happy anymore.
"What about a shotgun? A shotgun is not a gun."
"No matter how good your martial arts skills are, you can knock him down with one shot. Just wait, you want me to bump into that person again..." He pointed the muzzle of the gun at the screen and made a "pop" sound with his mouth, "I want him to kneel on the ground and call daddy."
At this time.
"Fang Dun'er!"
Suddenly someone called him at the foot of the mountain.
"What?"
He shouted back at the top of his lungs.
"The man who poked your butthole yesterday was just caught by Manager Yang."
He was stunned at first, then overjoyed, and said excitedly to Xiao Huangmao:
"Just wait, I'll take a picture later. If I don't let him call me 'Dad' today, I will cut my hair and accompany you to study..."
Before he finished speaking, Yamashita urged him again.
"Dun'er!"
He hung up the call and took the shotgun.
"I'm coming!"
…………
"get off."
"be honest!"
Li Changan was roughly pushed out of the van.
He remained silent, just looking around.
The location where we parked our car was in a wilderness. Looking around, we could see rolling hills. But the continuous movement stopped abruptly at the front of the road. In front, the skin and flesh of the mountains were cut away, revealing the pale "bones and bones" underneath.
Come.
This is an abandoned quarry.
In the early years, there were many similar quarries in the area, both legal and illegal. If it was profitable, they would continue to dig. If it was not profitable, they would leave and leave, leaving only an empty place among the green mountains and green waters.
"sore spots".
But the one in front of me is different.
A large building was actually built next to the stone wall. From the appearance of the building and the faint light coming from the windows, it was obvious that this building had been maintained. But the stone wall behind it had already been damaged.
Climbing up the moss vines, it was obvious that the mining had stopped long ago.
The weirdness is obvious.
But Li Changan secretly decided in his heart: It seems like this is it.
In fact, Li Changan and Yuan Xiaochuan have always had a vague guess about what happened to Bao Zhiyun and others. That is, the Hongmao Group must have a private black cell near Qishui to detain and torture stubborn opponents. Otherwise,
It is also difficult to explain the sudden disappearance and change of confession of Bao Zhiyun and others.
In Fengshun Village, Li Changan accidentally learned some clues from Bao Xiaohui, and also discovered that Bao Chunhua was in chaos. At that time, the Taoist priest suddenly thought that instead of spending time investigating afterwards, why not let the people of Hongmao take the initiative
Bring him here?
It now seemed that the plan was going very smoothly, but...he glanced down and saw a pair of handcuffs locking his hands tightly. He glanced back again, and saw a dozen watermelon knives shining brightly in the carriage.
Just play it by ear.
…………
Li Changan was pushed and pushed into the innermost room of the building.
In front of you is a wide rock wall, with many one-meter-square grids cut out on it, and equipped with thick iron-covered doors, with serial numbers marked on them.
Some of these grids are open, some are tightly covered, and some faint noises can be heard.
Li Changan didn't have time to listen carefully.
The escort pointed at an empty square with a half-smile on his face.
"You have two choices now."
He held up a finger.
"One, it's you..."
Halfway through his words, the Taoist priest ignored him and ducked in by himself.
The man had a strange smile on his face.
Be angry, and the other party will be cooperative; don't be angry, and you will always feel uneasy. It feels uncomfortable to not go up or down, so in the end I just cursed, buckled the iron cover, and hung the door bolt.
He patted the gray layer on his hands and asked his companion next to him:
"Is this the person who penetrated Fang Dun'er's butt yesterday?"
"Yes, Fang Dun'er also said that he can do martial arts."
"Knowing martial arts? Even if he knows how to drill the Lightning Poison Dragon Drill, he still can't get out of it."
"Oh, stop talking, this damn place is so spooky."
"Go quickly, go quickly."
…………
The grid is extremely narrow.
People are inside.
Can't stand up.
Can't lie down.
The legs cannot be straightened.
Can't open my hands.
All outside sounds and light sources are blocked by thick rock formations and iron covers.
In the absence of light or sound, human senses are desperately searching for any stimulation.
However.
I can only hear my breathing and heartbeat getting faster and faster.
Feeling that the curled up limbs gradually become stiff and numb.
The stench became more pungent and disgusting. The smell came from a small barrel. It goes without saying what it was used for in this cramped prison.
Li Changan finally understood why Bao Zhiyun was crazy.
"...998,999,1000, almost."
In the darkness, the Taoist priest whispered to himself.
then.
"boom."
The fire suddenly appeared.
A piece of yellow talisman burned quietly, illuminating this small area and reflecting the old blood stains on the stone wall.
The Taoist priest put his hand on his nose and uttered two words.
"Exorcism."
…………
This is a new transformation that Li Changan gained after killing the corpse Buddha. It can be said to be majestic, but it may be due to the Taoist priest's own incompetence.
The meaning of "god" can be very broad. It can include "Tai Shang Laojun" and other Taoist transformations, and it can also refer to the sincere gathering of people such as "Shi Gandang". But they all have one thing in common, that is, acceptance.
Consecrate to people's faith and wishes.
After Li Changan got this change, he also tested it in the ancient world.
The result is that the big gods don't listen to the tune, the little gods don't listen to the propaganda, and even the father-in-law doesn't like to talk to him.
Only some weak wild gods and gods who are ignorant and have not formed complete wisdom can be driven by him. For example, the Wuwu Grandma in Liu Weidong's family and Bao Zhiyun's Yanyan Empress. Of course, they are not the gods themselves, but just the new ones born after long-term devout worship.
god.
What the Taoist priest has to do now is to use some tricks, learn them and use them flexibly, so as to drive a "god" with him.
Nose God Chonglong Jade.
But when the Taoist priest touched him, his nose actually detached from his face, fell to the ground and rolled, turning into a five-centimeter-tall little man.
His appearance and attire are exactly like Li Changan's.
In other words, this Chonglong Yu is actually Li Changan himself.
At the moment, it seems that the same soul is controlling the two bodies. The giant looking up is himself, and the little dot looking down is also him. It is really weird and interesting.
But maintaining this state consumes mana and energy all the time.
So Li Changan didn't dare to delay, and quickly jumped on his finger, sending himself to the vent of the iron door.