Xue Wusuan was once again kicked out of the welfare home by the old dean. The reason was that he found that after drinking three bottles of monkey wine, the old dean actually looked several years younger and had a lot of fat on his head.
He had black hair, so he joked that he would help the old dean find an old lady. He also said that if he was lucky, he might be able to hold another son before he died.
I wandered aimlessly along the street. When I saw something interesting, I went to join in and watch the excitement. When I saw something delicious, I bought it and ate it while walking. I was dressed in world-famous brands, but when I walked, I looked like a villain.
No one dared to approach him on the road. Even if he occasionally encountered three or two gangsters, he would always take a detour when he saw him. He knew the pros and cons better than most people.
"I'll go! This hot and sour noodle restaurant is still open?!"
Passing by a street corner where I used to hang out when I was a kid, I suddenly saw a small signboard for "Zhangjia Hot and Sour Noodles". Memories suddenly flooded my mind and my mouth was filled with excitement.
“Boss, let’s have a bowl of hot and sour noodles, it’s very spicy!”
"Okay! Wait a moment!"
Everyone was queuing up, but Xue Wusuan shamelessly pushed his way to the front. The boss originally wanted to ask him to queue up, but after just one glance, his hands trembled, and he didn't dare to say the words. He thought to himself: I'm sorry.
Damn it! Where is this big brother on the road? I'm trembling all over.
The person who was cut in line was a thick-set man. At this time, he was also looking at Xue Wusuan. He took one look at Xue Wusuan and didn't dare to look at him again.
"Hey! What kind of quality are the people in front of you? Haven't you seen so many people lining up?"
Xue Wusuan was rubbing his hands and waiting to eat hot and sour noodles. How could he care about the complaints from the people behind him? He didn't even look back.
Unexpectedly, the person who spoke behind was quite serious, with a strong sense of justice. He walked forward in a few steps and pointed his hand in front of Xue Wusuan, probably preparing to teach him a lesson.
"Get out!" What kind of temper did Xue Wu have? When he was alive, he was nicknamed "Mad Dog", and when he died, he became Yama and controlled the underworld. It is not an exaggeration to say that he "holds thousands of lives and deaths in his hands". Now that he has been influenced by others, he is waiting.
The hot and sour noodle was naturally furious because of his expectations. In his world, he could slap the other person to death with one slap.
"you you you......"
Xue Wusuan turned his head and realized that the person who called him was actually an office lady! He instantly scored in his mind: 8 points for face, 9 points for figure, 7 points for temperament, and the overall score is 8.5! Although it is not as good as Wang Yuyanmu Wanqing's
She is a nine-point beauty, but she is also very rare.
"Get out of here! Don't think that I can't bear to hit you because you're beautiful. If you say no, I'll slap you in the face. If you don't believe me, try it!"
At present, hot and sour noodles, who cares if you are beautiful or ugly?
Being a queue-jumping dog for a while, but Xue Wusuan was not ashamed at all, but rather proud of it. Because his consistent thought was: to be a villain is to be hated and feared by others, so that he can take advantage. If he is not feared by others, what will happen to him?
If you are disliked by others, who will be a villain? You can't bear it until you are full?
Carrying the extra hot and sour noodles that the boss made as quickly as possible, he threw a big ticket worth 100 yuan over it, ignored the change, and walked away in a blink of an eye. When he walked far away, he couldn't even see it.
With their backs turned, the people queuing up in front of the door began to scold each other. A few men were still trying to comfort the beautiful woman whose eyes were red with fear from Xue Wusuan.
The beauty didn't appreciate it. Now that I think about it? Why were you pretending to be like a quail just now?
After turning around the street, I arrived at a business district in the county town. There was a medium-sized square. I found a chair and sat down, slurping food into my mouth.
"Life is neither joyful nor death is painful. Forcing yourself to stay in this world only increases your karma and makes you tired in the end."
While he was enjoying his meal, a man sat down next to him, and he kept saying a bunch of incomprehensible words. Xue Wusuan felt strange, picked up the bowl, turned around and looked over. He saw a man with white hair, a stooped figure, and dressed like a hippie.
The well-dressed old man was looking at himself with a half-smile but not a smile. It seemed that those words just now were all being said to him.
After finishing the soup in the bowl in a few sips, he wiped his mouth. Then Xue Wusuan said, "Old man, were you talking to me just now?"
"This is natural. Are you going to go by yourself, or am I going to send you away?"
Xue Wusuan frowned and thought to himself: Isn't there something wrong with this old man? Forget it, I don't care so much with an old man.
Seeing Xue Wusuan was about to leave, the old man stood up. His tone suddenly became very stern, and he lowered his voice and said: "The world has its own laws, and everyone has his own place, dead and living. If you don't listen anymore
Please don't blame me for being rude!"
This is strange to Xue Wusuan. How can you, an old man of seventy or eighty, be rude to him?
Just as he was about to speak, the old man raised his hand and a bright yellow talisman paper was pasted towards Xue Wusuan's forehead.
Xue Wusuan moved slightly and moved a few meters away, leaving the old man in the way. But he understood clearly in his heart. The old man was probably not a madman, but an expert. He probably saw something from him. Otherwise, he wouldn't have.
He would stick a talisman to exorcise ghosts on him. And judging from the old man's move just now, his hands and feet moved extremely fast, and he had obviously practiced boxing.
I was secretly amused and curious, so I started to have fun.
Deliberately spreading some sinister aura to cover the old man, and then said expressionlessly: "How did you see that?"
The old man was also a tough man. Even though he was frightened and his whole body was trembling unconsciously, he still managed to hold on to the evil spirit and not take a single step back.
"Hmph! How can a mere ghost like you escape in front of my Taoist methods!"
"Let me ask you again, how did you find me? If you don't tell me, I will kill everyone in this square!" Xue Wusuan threatened while actually letting go of his sinister aura. In an instant,
, everyone within a radius of tens of meters turned pale and trembled all over. Some people who didn't know why they thought they were sick.
"Stop!" the old man shouted softly. He never expected that an evil ghost he met by chance was not only not afraid of the sun, but also had such tyrannical power. Just the terrifying Yin Qi that just spread out made the old man scared.
I was almost scared to death.
"What can't be seen in this? Your face clearly shows that you died young, so you should have been dead for a few years. And it is impossible for a person to have such a strong Yin Qi as yours. What else can it be but a ghost that borrows corpses to bring back souls?
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Although Xue Wusuan's face continued to be tense, he was surprised in his heart: This old man can really read faces? And he can also know that I have a strong yin energy. He is indeed not a simple person.
"The old man is quite capable. Do you dare to declare your family status?"
"Hmph! Why don't you dare? Longhu Mountain Jianchen!"
Longhu Mountain?
"Are you a Taoist priest?"
"You have a good sense!"
Xue Wusuan has a black head. If you don't say the three words "Longhu Mountain", who can tell that you are a Taoist priest? And you have discernment? Who has seen a Taoist priest dressed in hippie clothes?
"Old Man Jian, I am a ghost king who has lived for ten thousand years. How come you are here to die with your little deeds?"
"Ten Thousand Years Ghost King?!"
These four words combined with the terrifying and sinister aura that had been covering him, the old hippie man who claimed to be a Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain was immediately confused.
He thought secretly: No wonder he is not afraid of the sun, and only shows his Yin energy but not his ghost energy. He is the King of Ghosts for ten thousand years?! What a disaster! The old man came to the square today as a dance party, and he did not bring the ancestral ghost-suppressing artifact! Why?
Maybe he can outlast the Ten Thousand Years Ghost King?
"Okay! You are awesome, don't let me meet you again next time!"
The old hippie man's face changed several times, then he said a harsh word and ran away.
Xue Wusuan's eyes widened when he saw it. He thought to himself: Do you believe this?
ps: True to my word, this is the third update today.