Wei Yuan sent Zhou Yi away.
He put his hands in his pockets, watching the motorcycle go away, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.
He laughed at himself and said, "It's a loss. I didn't ask whether I would be given a job."
However, no matter how good the treatment was, Wei Yuan didn't want to take the initiative to get involved in the dangerous world of demons and ghosts. The Crouching Tiger Waist Card chose him, which might be the worst decision made by the waist card. Even the volume of "Strange Powers and Chaos·God of the Fifth" that Wan Qiniang opened after she shed her evil ghost body, Wei Yuan just glanced at it and put it down.
Isn't it good to live a good life?
What reason is there to take the initiative to get involved in those things?
He shook his head, turned around, and was almost scared.
In the room that was empty just now, there were a bunch of dead ghosts crowded by the refrigerator.
It was gloomy.
The fishing guy stuck his head directly through the refrigerator door, then pulled it out, his eyes dull, and murmured:
"It's gone, it's all gone..."
"What's gone?"
"The meaning of life."
"Speak human language."
"...The Coke is gone."
Wei Yuan opened the refrigerator door, and there were originally a few cans of Coke in it. He drank a lot of it in the past few days. Just now, he took out the last two cans and treated Zhou Yi. These wandering souls seemed to have no way to leave this museum. One of their biggest hobbies was to get together and drink Coke.
Now the biggest fun is gone. The three ghosts and two paper people turned their heads and looked at Wei Yuan pitifully.
Tick, tick.
The bathroom started to leak.
This is the characteristic of water ghosts.
Wei Yuan rubbed his eyebrows: "Stop, stop."
"I'll go to the market in the afternoon and buy some."
......
Wei Yuan has not moved in for too long.
This is the first time he has come to the convenience market here.
It occupies a large area, divided into vegetable area, fruit area, aquatic area, meat area, dry goods area, and seasoning area.
There is a supermarket in the middle.
Most of them are small storefronts, and they are stalls set up on the spot.
Wei Yuan was thinking about whether to buy some meat, and suddenly a man in front stopped him. It was a skinny old man, who smiled and said:
"Do you want to buy some seasonings? Homemade, adding some to everything will make it fragrant. If you have an appetite, come and have a look?"
Wei Yuan saw a few small bottles and cans on the stall next to him.
Shaked his head and declined:
"Thank you, sir. I have a good appetite, so I don't need to add any special appetizers."
The old man sat down regretfully.
Wei Yuan found the butcher and picked some pork. A man happened to walk by and accidentally tripped, and the things in his arms were directly spilled all over the ground. Wei Yuan squatted down to help pick them up. He saw that they were all meat, bones and other meaty things. The man was still thin.
The man thanked him repeatedly, picked up the things, and trotted forward as if he was in a hurry.
He also stopped the old man and sold him the seasoning that can stimulate appetite and digestion.
The butcher next to him was smoking a cigarette, took a look, and said:
"It's the brother surnamed Zhang again, but you know what, he really needs that thing, maybe this will be useful."
"Useful?"
The butcher glanced at Wei Yuan, while chopping meat, he said:
"Yes, to be a food broadcaster, you have to have a good appetite."
Wei Yuan was a little curious this time, and said:
"Food broadcaster, I don't think he looks like he can eat at all."
The boss put out his cigarette and said:
"Eat, that's for sure he can't eat, I can eat as much as two of them, what can I do? My daughter is sick and needs a lot of money, and my wife ran away, he is almost alone I split it into three halves. I go to work during the day, pick up my daughter at night and settle her down, and then I have to drive fast. It's early morning, and I have to go back and do food broadcasting for another hour or two. "
"If you ask me, this is just a self-destruction."
"Is there any way?"
"In this life, there is no way to deal with the word poverty. This disease is either to feed the conscience to the dog, or it can't be cured."
"Here, your pork belly."
The boss handed the meat to Wei Yuan, and Wei Yuan took it. He saw that the man surnamed Zhang took the seasoning from the old man, turned around and hurried away. He looked at the time and thought it was time to pick up the children from school. Wei Yuan sighed that life is not easy, and turned around to leave.
A man bumped his shoulder with him.
He was a gentle man with delicate skin and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He apologized repeatedly. Wei Yuan waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing and not to worry about it.
The man smiled and nodded, and walked away quickly.
......
'Fang Cheng' walked forward slowly.
He had just come out of the police station not long ago.
Ordinary yin-yang eyes can see spirits, covered with human skin. Ordinary Taoist priests can't see his true appearance, let alone a policeman?
His eyes kept scanning one person after another.
Looking at the skin.
Old ones can't do it. They have been exposed to the wind and sun for decades and are too rough.
Men can't do it. They are too rough.
Most women can't do it either.
At a young age, they use all kinds of cosmetics, and their original good skin is ruined.
No, no, no.
'Fang Cheng' felt like there was a fire burning in his stomach, as if he had been hungry for more than ten days, but saw the food that didn't suit his appetite, and gradually became anxious.
No.
This skin, this skin is about to rot.
I have to find materials quickly and repair it. Repair it.
He quickly inspected the target and the prey.
Then he found it.
The perfect prey.
It had not been exposed to the wind and sun, so it would not be thick.
It had not developed, so it would not be as rough as most adult men.
It had not had time to use makeup.
"Goodbye, teacher."
"Goodbye, kids, go home and listen to your parents."
"Okay~"
'Fang Cheng' withdrew his eyes from the target group and saw the words "Quanshi Kindergarten" on it. He adjusted his bow tie and adjusted his glasses. He looked gentle and gentle, like a man who came to pick up a child. Then, with a gentle smile, he walked towards the kindergarten.
There were a few more children there, who were temporarily staying here because the adults at home had something to do.
He couldn't wait to touch the tender skin.
Tear it off and soak it in the spell.
Stick it on your body.
Quicken your pace.
There was only one alley left.
There was a man leaning against the wall in the alley ahead. He didn't pay attention to him, but just as Fang Cheng walked past him quickly, the man straightened up and brushed past him. As he brushed past him, the man suddenly raised his arm and grabbed Fang Cheng's neck.
What a strong force...
Fang Cheng stumbled back a few steps, holding his throat and coughing continuously.
His neck was directly dented by the blow just now, and became twisted.
He raised his head while coughing, and looked at the person who ruined his good deeds with a pair of eyes full of resentment.
He still remembered that this was the person he had just bumped into.
Wei Yuan looked at the man's state, and the Crouching Tiger waist badge vibrated and hummed slightly.
The words rose in his mind.
The Strange Department - Painted Skin Slave.