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The huge chimney spewed crimson smoke into the sky.
Large and strange dead white blocks blocked Li Yan's way.
Li Yan searched around for a while, picked up a brick from the ground, and threw it towards the graffiti-like dead white.
"Shusha"
What sounded was a rustling sound like snowflakes on a TV screen.
The bricks were swallowed without a trace. To be precise, the bricks disappeared when they touched the dead white part.
Li Yan's eyes were cold and hard. He tilted the front of the car, and the Dodge Tomahawk broke through the road railing and rushed into the wilderness
Midnight falls.
The viscous night spread out, and all kinds of indescribable strangeness emerged from the streets and alleys of Yandu City.
The blood was dripping, the lights on the bus were a gloomy green, and blood was coming out of the fuel tank, dripping all over the place.
The driver of the car had dark circles under his eyes and a weird smile on his face, waiting for the next passenger.
Then inadvertently stepped on the accelerator, driving the bus into a large dead white
"Meat~bao"
The old man who was riding a Red Star bicycle and yelling "meat buns" pedaled vigorously, but in the foam box tied to the rear seat, there were bloody heads.
He walked the streets and alleys at the top of his voice, with a hungry wolf-like light on his skinny face.
"Shusha"
A thick dead white was wiped from the top of his head, like a literati writing his pen with all his heart after drinking, and the ink splashed everywhere.
Wipe over the head, over the chest, and over the wheels of the bicycle.
Just wipe down with a dead white.
The old bicycle ghost turned into a strange dead white thing with unclear context.
Then, was completely submerged.
Panjiayuan.
Here today, shoulders rubbing against each other, the streets are crowded together, and even under the tea table, there is a pitiful little girl with dark eyes squatting.
"That person surnamed Pei can't bring back ten people, so you can repay what you owe us. Then what's the end of your impermanence, don't we need to say more?"
The old man who looked like a skeleton had protruding eyes and a bright red tongue stretched out.
"Don't talk nonsense, I invite you people from Huangchenggen and Toutiao Hutong to come here, just to settle the accounts face to face, and don't chew my tongue behind my mother's back."
Gao Wuchang, who was wearing a white hat, curled his lips.
Hat Zhang was holding two big iron galls in his hand, and laughed out loud when he heard this.
"Of course we can trust your high impermanence, otherwise, the imperial decree would not be given to you."
?Everyone was chattering and discussing. But everyone's face was full of excitement and bloodthirsty light.
That's ten living people.
"Hey, what is this?"
In the crowd, the little ghost dressed as Liba pointed forward, and in front of the tip of his nose, a piece of dead white the size of a fingernail hovered in the air.
As he spoke, he moved forward with his cold fingers and tapped lightly.
Overwhelming!
One after another dead white waved wantonly on the long street. The rustling sound was creepy.
The ghosts in the Yin City were easily erased before they could even show their frightened expressions.
It's as if the painter wiped away the invalid paper.
Everything is dead white
Yanfu, the ancient green bronze palace.
The main hall is dark in color, with only a simple tea table and a few wooden spring and autumn chairs.
"Where's Si Wenji?"
The man blew on the paper cup in his hand, and the white air curled up. On the paper cup were written the four characters "Heaven and earth are useless".
He has an old complexion and looks to be in his early thirties, wearing a white sweater and Nike sneakers.
Ten categories, referral master.
"I didn't let her come."
The short-haired man is naked from the upper body, showing his six-pack abs.
He had a towel hanging around his neck, light green military trousers on his lower body, and long eyebrows like knives.
Ten categories, feather master.
The host took a sip of boiled water: "Then, how are you going to explain when the person comes later?"
The short-haired man scratched his hair: "I just said, my daughter-in-law is on her period, and I have something to ask. Do you think it's reasonable?"
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The host put down the paper cup, showing a wry smile: "Peng, you are a ruffian, and you can't change it in this life."
The man smiled with a deep dimple: "Come on, we brothers who don't know who, what kind of third grandson are you pretending to be."
As he spoke, he sternly said: "Is it true or not that the person who found Si Fan in the incident of delegating to the lower levels is real or not? Is it true that the old man in the red is making use of the problem to trick me?"
"it is true."
Jiezhu nodded: "The signs of the fruit falling off are quite obvious. It is Sifan who is right."
"Is it¡¡"
The short-haired man lowered his eyes: "Which one is it in Sifan? Sadness, love and parting, or can't you ask for it?"
"No matter who it is, this matter is quite tricky. After the meeting, you can delay as much as you can, and fool as much as you can. Lord Five Immortals may want you to take the lead. Go deal with Lord Baku and Lord Sifan."
"There has been no movement for two years, why did Sifan and his gang pop up again?"
"I'm afraid, it has something to do with the siege of Tai Sui last time. I told you not to be impulsive"
The host stopped talking: "Oh, by the way, I'm afraid that the siege was not your order."
The short-haired man didn't speak, but Jiezhu, who was holding the paper cup, shook his head: "Sooner or later, you will die at the hands of that woman, Si Wenji."
The mediator blew on the boiling water in the cup with a flat face. The two looked up at the same time.
At the other end of the main hall, three tall and short figures walked slowly, and in the middle was an old man in a Tang suit with gray temples and black spots on his forehead.
On the left is a tall, well-defined, beautiful woman, Master Yu's concubine.
On the right is a seven or eight-year-old boy, wearing a suit and a red tie.
Yes, no matter how you look at it, it looks like Conan.
Concubine Yu, wearing rose-colored high-heeled shoes, sat across from the two of them and nodded slightly: "Old rules, I will participate in this decision in place of the landlord Houtu."
"Xia Gengshi, instead of the ghost lord Qiongqi, participated in this resolution."
The little boy said so.
The eyes of the old man in Tang suit are majestic. Although it is not deliberate, it still gives people a sense of crisis. His voice was hoarse: "At least six masters must participate in the palace meeting, or one less."
Jiezhu, who was holding a paper cup, raised his hand: "Zhu Jiuyin said that I can fully represent his opinions."
The old man in Tang suit was silent for a while: "Alright then."
He looked at the short-haired man: "Peng, where's Si Wenji?"
The short-haired man didn't care: "Oh, she's here as an example"
"Qingqiuhu cannot be blamed for such a big mistake in her subordinates. She is rectifying her subordinates' walks and is preparing to give up all authority related to Yan Fu's operation.
So I can't come for the time being. In addition to the duty of participating in the palace meeting, Yuzhu, as Si Wenji's husband, has full authority to represent her in the palace meeting. "
The host interrupted the short-haired man. What I said is justified.
"good."
The old man in Tang suit nodded without any entanglement.
"Everyone knows that since Tai Sui rebelled against Sifan two years ago, the eight sufferings of Sifan have existed in name only, and the master of Sifan has also disappeared. But just six hours ago, Shen¡¤Jiazi 984 had a large-scale "fruit shedding" phenomenon."
"According to the logic, Sifan got involved in the Yanfu incident. As the owner responsible for verifying the Yanfu incident, I cannot escape the responsibility."
"However, when I checked the ins and outs of the matter, I found the culprit. Someone else."
The old man in Tang suit twitched his eyebrows: "It's Si Wenji, under the name of Lord Feather, who secretly sold the personal information of low-level walkers and intervened in the normal operation of the Yanfu incident, so that Sifan's people took advantage of the loopholes! I have received many reports from walkers. , and there is a lot of evidence to prove this, if necessary, I can confront Si Wenji or Yuzhu."
After a long time, Concubine Yu gave a dry cough: "Lord Yuzhu, do you know about this matter?"
No one spoke, the host touched the short-haired man's trousers.
The short-haired man woke up like a dream: "Is it finished?"
Concubine Yu was not angry, but just nodded slightly.
"Well, I have also communicated with my wife about what the old man in Hongzhong said."
The short-haired man crossed his fingers, but what he said surprised everyone present.
"Simply put, what the old man in Hongzhong said is basically true. However, it is not Si Wenji who relies on it. The planner of those businesses is myself. I agree with everything."
The mediator clenched the paper cup tightly, and the water spilled all over the floor.
"Those who think of Fan, I will solve it. I will make up for the consequences caused by the falling of the fruit. I will also bear the order of Yan Fu. If you don't do anything about you five immortals, this matter will be exposed. I don't want it to happen again. Anyone mention it."
The short-haired man, or Feather Lord, looked around: "If there is no problem, the meeting will end." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com)??
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