This bite was a bit harsh. And the bite was on the soft meat on the stomach...
It hurt so much that the fat cat kept hitting its turtle shell with both paws.
Obviously, this little turtle is very smart.
Not only can he understand human speech, but he also knows what part of the chrysanthemum is!
He was probably thinking: Damn fat cat, he has no sense of moral integrity! Dare he stuff me into his anus? Is he looking for death?
So, while Fu Yang was leisurely drinking champagne in the cabin on the upper floor, poor Mr. Xiong was rolling around and fighting with the little turtle in the iron cage below.
This is definitely internal strife...
A few hours later.
The plane landed slowly at Guiyang International Airport.
Fu Yang stepped off the plane refreshed and went to pick up Mr. Xiong and Little Turtle...
When he got the iron cage, he was shocked when he saw these two things!
I saw that Mr. Xiong’s hair was messy and he seemed to have tears in his eyes; the little turtle was very weak, as if he had just had a fight!
It almost scared the airport staff - if something happened to a passenger's checked pet, it would be troublesome to make a big fuss at the airport. It might make the news a negative one.
Especially since Fu Yang is a first-class passenger, who knows what kind of tricks the rich like to do these days?
Fortunately, Fu Yang did not blame the airport staff and just took the cat out and left.
Meow!
Mr. Xiong bit Fu Yang's hand hard, and tears fell down in a flash.
Crying! This fat cat with no moral integrity and no bottom line actually cried?
Fu Yang was shocked and quickly asked it what was going on. Although they usually fight and complain about each other, they regard each other as life and death brothers.
"Boy Fu, I got fucked today! I got fucked big time. This damn bastard fucked me up... Ooooh. And it happened more than once. Ooooh. It hurts so much. This damn bastard's claws are bigger than yours."
It's still sharp..."
Fu Yang was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
So these two guys actually got into a fight in the consignment warehouse?
And it seems that the little turtle has the upper hand again. After all, the turtle's shell is thick, and it can't be used by Mr. Xiong's sharp claws and teeth if it is retracted.
The little turtle can continuously attack Mr. Xiong, such as poking his anus with his claws...
Fu Yang has a black streak on his head.
He has every reason to believe that Little Turtle definitely learned this trick from Master Xiong!
He sighed: "Oh, I'm a fat cat. You really can't blame others for this. I can guarantee that the little turtle learned this trick from you! Since he hangs out with you every day, his moral integrity
The value has decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye..."
Fu Yang looked dumbfounded as he watched the two careless monster pets slowly walking outside the airport.
An hour later.
Guiyang Bailing Hotel.
Fu Yang had already made a reservation before arriving and asked for a room at the front desk. He actually got a room No. 4 on the fourth floor.
"Well, I didn't expect such an unlucky number?" He laughed to himself.
If he were an ordinary person, he would probably have a fight with the hotel. But Fu Yang didn't care, he just kept on staying when it was time to stay, and he was too lazy to argue with the front desk...
When I got to the fourth floor, I was speechless.
It's actually a corner room!
What is a corner room? It is also commonly known as the "tail room".
Under normal circumstances, such a room is next to the stairs or safety passage, or it is directly opposite the stairs, mostly at the corner of the floor or the last room in the corridor.
This room is usually quite weird! If the hotel is not fully booked, it will generally not accommodate residents.
When Fu Yang was still an ordinary person, he had heard many scary stories about staying in hotels and living in the end room around the corner...
For example, there was a student from Jiangnan University who went out to play and lived in the corner room at the end. He slept well at first. At about three o'clock in the middle of the night, the phone on the bedside suddenly rang. No one answered the call, and it seemed that the phone hung up!
Then the whole room suddenly became cold and cold, as if there were a pair of eyes looking at me, and I could vaguely feel someone breathing into my neck...
He was frightened. But he found that he couldn't get up at all, and he felt hair passing through his neck and chest.
I fell seriously ill the next day, and from then on I never dared to stay in a hotel room like this again.
There is also a legend that when you stay in a room like this, you hear the sound of a woman singing in the bathroom in the middle of the night, and the song is Peking Opera. Just listening to the tune makes you feel goosebumps all over your body...
What's more, I slept until midnight. I woke up for no reason, and when I opened my eyes, I found a woman hanging upside down from the ceiling, rushing down, with a pair of blood-red eyes staring straight at me!
All in all, the corner room at the end of this hotel is definitely a place with a high incidence of supernatural incidents.
This Bailing Hotel is probably doing very well recently and the rooms are full, so it has concealed this "taboo" from guests about staying in a hotel.
"Fortunately, I was the one who got this room. If I were an ordinary person, wouldn't it be terrible if I encountered a supernatural incident?"
Fu Yang shook the 404 room card in his hand and complained to Mr. Xiong.
"That's right! If you encounter any evil ghost or something like that, it's just for me to vent my anger! I will definitely stuff this damn little turtle into its anus. It will make this evil ghost call mom! Oh, I was just kidding,
Don't bite...I'd better use my favorite catfish, I don't need you."
The fat cat was almost bitten by the little turtle on its back, but he quickly changed his words and escaped.
After flying for a long time, Fu Yang was also a little tired.
As soon as he entered the room, he threw the salute casually beside the bed, turned the black glove on his hand back into the Qianji Fury Sword, put it on the coffee table, and fell asleep...
Mr. Xiong and Little Turtle also suffered in the warehouse, and soon entered the dream with Fu Yang.
Twelve o'clock at midnight.
Sure enough, something changed in this room!
Crunch…
There was a slight, creepy sound of the door opening.
The bathroom door suddenly opened by itself!
Then a swirling wind suddenly blew out of the bathroom and flew around the room. Finally it hung on the ceiling...
It was a human-shaped black shadow, vague and unclear.
After a while, he slowly turned into a young man with pale skin and dull eyes.
Yes, this is a ghost!
But it doesn't look like it's too powerful. It can scare people at most. It's even harder to confuse people.
Perhaps because it is too weak, it cannot feel Fu Yang's strength at all; nor can it understand that the fat cat that sleeps on its back like a pig and purrs loudly is a powerful monster...
This not-so-powerful ghost stared at Fu Yang from the ceiling for a while, then flew down lightly and landed near the salute.
It carefully used its own strength to turn over the backpack.
I found a yellow gourd inside. Although I thought it was a little strange, I didn't think much about it.
Keep looking……
Finally, it finally found its goal!
A black wallet with more than ten red pictures of Mao Zedong inside. (Chapter 5 is finished today! See you tomorrow)