Chapter 170 Food, Food, Food

Fang Zheng did as he thought.

It was a matter of his life, and there was no delay.

Fang Zheng put away his phone, but as soon as he looked up, he saw that Old god stick had no idea when he was hooking up with the widow who was reading her palm again.

The couple were talking about life, ideals, and economic development and great prospects under the iron fist of socialism.

"No, it's murderous again!"

Old god stick suddenly felt two strands of tension. When she turned around, she saw Fang Zheng's eyes.

Then, Fang Zheng left brother Li laosan's house and prepared to go straight to Jianshanling quarry.

Old god stick looked at the peach-colored, plump, peach-like widow in front of him, and at Fang Zheng's lonely back in his eyes as he left alone. Old god stick gritted his teeth and stamped his foot. After hurrying for a wechat with the widow, he quickly chased after Fang Zheng's back.

Old god stick was in his fifties, but his legs and feet were as fast as the young man's. He soon caught up with Fang Zheng and was very strong.

Seeing that Old god stick was willing to give up the widow, Fang Zheng could not help but look at Old god stick a few more times. At first, he didn't expect Old god stick to follow him. More Old god stick or less Old god stick had no effect on him.

When Fang Zheng left the village, he happened to pass by Li laosan's house.

As he expected, there were still many villagers around the ruins of the houses of the three families of old li. Even at this time, the sky was bright, and the villagers were surrounded more than they had seen before.

Fang Zheng estimated that it would not be long before the police intervened.

Once the police show up in Front door village, the Special operations department will soon appear in front of the village.

So, Fang Zheng had to find the person behind the scenes before the special operations department did. If the Special operations department were to step in, he didn't think that the one who kept on doing things would eventually be able to escape the full pursuit of the Special operations department.

Old god stick followed Fang Zheng through the stormy corridors of Front door village. Seeing that fang was about to leave the village, he couldn't help but ask Fang Zheng where he was going.

So Fang Zheng said the location.

Old god stick asked Fang Zheng to wait for him for a moment. Not long after, Old god stick drove over to an old jetta with a 1.4 engine capacity and signaled Fang Zheng to get in the car.

Looking at Old god stick in the driver's seat, Fang Zheng was surprised, "Old god stick, this car is yours?"

"A man depends on his clothes and a horse depends on his saddle. A good horse must be properly saddled." Old god stick said proudly.

"How was it? Was it a surprise? Was it a surprise?"

When Fang Zheng got into the passenger seat, he smelled a heavy smell of mud and moldy fabric in the car. Even though Old god stick had opened all the windows, it still couldn't cover up the smell inside the car. Fang Zheng was speechless immediately, "Old god stick, you can't be in a bubble car, can you?"

Old god stick rubbed his hands and smiled, "It's a bubble car. As long as it doesn't take the highway, it drives like a normal car. The most important thing is that it only costs a few thousand yuan to change hands, and it can be divided into two years."

Fang Zheng knew something about the water tank.

In recent years, the domestic weather has been abnormal, and it is often difficult to meet the weather in a hundred years, so many cities are flooded, and they can look at the sea when they go out, which leads to a lot of bubble cars flowing into the second-hand car market.

It was not a surprise that a few hundred thousand water tanks would only end up selling for fifty or sixty thousand yuan.

It was not surprising that old jetta could be found by Old god stick for thousands of dollars.

As Old god stick drove, he looked at Fang Zheng from time to time, looking like a rat stealing buddha's lamp oil with a guilty conscience. Fang Zheng frowned, "Old god stick, what are you trying to say?"

"Little brother, where's that... Doll you were with last night?" Old god stick had a constipated expression on his face. After holding back for a few kilometers, he finally asked.

The person Old god stick was referring to, of course, was Gao Shuhua.

After that, he turned around and looked around with a guilty conscience.

I don't know what happened to Old god stick in Front door village, and how much psychological shadow Gao Shuhua left in Old god stick's heart, making him look like a frightened bird.

"Drive well. This is the winding mountain road. Be careful of the continuous curve signs in front of you."

Fang Zheng saw the baton regain control of the steering wheel, and then asked, "What?"

"Do you need me to call her over?"

Hearing this, Old god stick's hand trembled and almost lost control of the steering wheel. A face as ugly as a chrysanthemum quickly said, "No, no, no, I'm just curious."

"Little brother, I am doing this for your own good. In the future, when you meet that girl again, you must remember one thing. Never say the word" stunted" in front of that girl. You must remember, remember, remember!"

Old god stick repeated his advice to Fang Zheng in an experienced tone.

Fang Zheng was amused and said bluntly, "Old god stick, did you say to her face that she had flat breasts or princess tai ping?"

He had cut Gao Shuhua down twice in a row, and there was nothing to hide from.

Old god stick straightened his back and changed his appearance instantly, "How is that possible? Do I look like this?"

Fang Zheng thought about it. Not long ago, Old god stick and the widow of Front door village exchanged glances, and then said solemnly, "Very similar."

"..." Old god stick

"Old god stick, you always brag in front of me. You've been traveling around the world for decades. What's the big deal? I've always heard you talk about competing with monks and The godmother. You've been walking around the world for so many years. Have you ever really run into anything more sinister?" Fang Zheng was curious.

Hearing this, Old god stick rarely looked serious, "As the old saying goes, I have transcended the souls of the people who died horizontally, and I have also presided over a lot of celestial sacrifices. Among them, the empress of the Yellow River, River God, she (xī) mountain to send her son, the dragon god, and so on. If I were to talk about the evil gate, I would be most impressed by Songzi Empress of sheshan."

"About ten years ago, a 50-year-old rural couple was pregnant with a pair of twins, and when they gave birth in october, they had a child that was even worse than a ghost."

"When the first child was born, only a bloody arm came out. When the second child was born, he was holding a round thing in his hand. It was actually the head of the first child, which had been eaten beyond recognition. At that time, it was a rural The godmother who was in charge of delivering the baby. At first, The godmother didn't know what to eat. When the baby was born, The godmother reached out to hold it, but a finger was bitten off."

"Food?" Fang Zheng felt a chill on his back. There was such a wicked thing.

"What happened after that?"

...

When the old baton and Fang Zheng drove to Jianshanling quarry, it was almost noon.

At this moment, the dust was rising in Quarry, and construction vehicles kept coming and going, and the sound of gunpowder explosions was heard from time to time.

The two of them parked their cars and went to the security room, but before they could ask, Fang Zheng heard the conversation of several day security guards.

Someone died in Quarry last night.

The one who died was the night shift security guard on his first day here.

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