"Young man, where is your hotel?" the bald man asked casually.
"It's at the food street in our urban area." Zhang Fan replied, many urban areas have food streets, especially tourist attractions. With a large scenic spot like Mount Tai, how could there not be a food street in the urban area?
Zhang Fan's answer can be regarded as a quick wit.
"Okay, then I'll go over and sit down when I have time," the bald man said.
"Welcome." Zhang Fan smiled.
The car soon entered another village. This village was much more dilapidated than the village where the bald man was, and Zhang Fan saw that many houses had collapsed.
After a short time, the car stopped in front of a house with a brand new silver door. However, the house in the yard was indeed dilapidated and the contrast with the door was very big.
The bald man picked up the heat-insulating bucket mat in the car and got out of the car. As soon as the bald man opened the car door, Zhang Fan said, "Master, who are you bringing food to?"
The bald man glanced at Zhang Fan. If an ordinary person asked him, he would directly rebuke him. However, Zhang Fan would pay him a huge reward, so he explained to Zhang Fan:
: "A friend of mine is sick and is recuperating here. I took the opportunity to make a bite for him."
After explaining to Zhang Fan, the bald man immediately got out of the car.
After the bald man got out of the car, he took out the key from his pocket, inserted it into the keyhole of the door, turned it twice, and opened the door.
Zhang Fan watched the bald man push open the door and enter. Then, he looked around cautiously, closed the door, and walked towards the courtyard.
Zhang Fan pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the footsteps of the bald man. When Zhang Fan heard the bald man closing the door to the room, Zhang Fan immediately opened the car door and got out of the car, jumped up, and climbed over the courtyard wall.
Came to the yard.
Then, Zhang Fan leaned over and quickly walked towards the window. There was an incandescent lamp on the east side of the house, emitting an orange-red light. However, outside the dilapidated window, it was covered with a thick layer of
The thick plastic made it impossible for Zhang Fan to see what was going on inside.
Zhang Fan picked up a broken piece of glass from the ground, slowly raised his hand, and made a hole the size of a fingernail on the thick plastic. Through this hole, Zhang Fan could completely see what was going on inside.
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There is a dilapidated plank bed in the house. A 30-year-old man with a stubble on his face and long hair is chained to the bed with iron shackles. The bald man is fixing the stubble on his face.
man opens the shackles on his hands and feet.
After completely opening the shackles on the bearded man's hands and feet, the bald man threw the thermos bucket on the old plank bed and said, "Let's eat!"
The stubble-faced man couldn't wait to pick up the thermos bucket, then opened the thermos bucket, and ate the rice and vegetables inside. Because he ate in a hurry, he would sometimes choke when eating a big mouthful of food.
Face flushed.
"There is soup under this thermos bucket," the bald man said.
The stubbled man nodded heavily while chewing the food in his mouth, and then took a sip of the egg drop soup at the bottom of the thermos bucket.
"The next days
, I will bring you two meals every day, and I will also bring you the lunch meal at noon. Just tell me what you want to eat. If it is within my ability, I will make it for you." said the bald man.
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Hearing the words of the bald man, the stubble-faced man was immediately stunned, and his mouth that was chewing food stopped instantly.
"You... why are you so nice to me all of a sudden?" the bearded man asked with confusion on his face.
"Nothing..." The bald man waved his hand slightly.
Listening to the conversation between the two, Zhang Fan frowned. After thinking for a while, Zhang Fan's heart sank. What did he think of!
Then the man with a stubble on his face suddenly asked Zhang Fan what he was thinking.
"Are you going to kill me?" the bearded man asked, staring at the bald man. It was easy to see that he was a little excited.
Facing the question from the man with a stubble on his face, the bald man was stunned, and then denied: "We are not going to kill you, but we are going to let you go."
"How is that possible?" The bearded man looked doubtful, "You are going to let me go, how can you give me good food?"
The stubble-faced man's words immediately stopped the bald man from asking. The bald man didn't know how to answer for a while.
The stubble-faced man glanced at the bald man, then at the food in the thermos bucket, squeezed the thermos bucket hard, kicked off the ground with both feet, and threw himself in the direction of the bald man.
The bald man had not practiced Qi, so when he was caught off guard, the bearded man threw him to the ground.
However, the bald man is a cultivator, his reaction is more alert than ordinary people, and his body is more flexible than ordinary people. The bald man suddenly raised his foot and kicked the stubbled man in the abdomen.
With a muffled sound of "collapse", the bearded man's body instantly flew out and fell heavily onto the bed.
The severe pain from his back made the stubble-faced man cry out in pain. However, his desire to survive was very strong. Although he was in pain, he was still accumulating strength and wanted to move towards the bald head again.
The man rushed towards me.
But at this moment, the bald man stood up and suddenly took out a dark pistol from his pocket. The black muzzle was pointed at the stubbled man.
The man with the stubble on his face immediately did not dare to move anymore, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes when he looked at the bald man.
"Damn it, I wanted to be nice to you before you died, but I didn't expect you to be a ungrateful person!" The bald man stared at the stubble-faced man in a cold voice.
At the same time, the bald man pulled the trigger.
"collapse……"
A gunshot sounded from the muzzle, and the bullet instantly shot into the right leg of the bearded man, and a large amount of bright red blood spurted out from the wound.
"ah……"
A miserable wailing sound came from the mouth of the stubbled man, and he subconsciously covered his injured thigh.
"If I hadn't been able to use your evil spirit, I would have killed you right now if I had been asked to keep you for a few more days!" the bald man continued angrily.
After hearing this, Zhang Fan finally knew
After learning the identity of this man with a stubble on his face, he was the son that the evil spirit was thinking about day and night.
After the bald man cursed a few times angrily, he stepped forward and began to bandage the wounds of the stubbled man.
If the man with the stubble on his face really died, the bald man would not be able to explain it to his superiors, and if he had an explanation, he would not bandage the wound of the man with the stubble on his face.