Liu Tong's breath became slightly chaotic, and then said unconvincedly: "When I was a policeman in Luyang, I was very hard-working in martial arts practice, okay?

If it weren't for the injury caused by the Hongqiao disaster, he might have been a level 2 or 3 warrior.

Alas, OK, OK, I asked a few colleagues to come together, and now I am taking turns to practice 1-to-1.

It's time for me to go on stage soon, I'm dead."

"Sister Tongtong, you are a superb cabbage. You can become a level 2 or 3 warrior by practicing for a few times." Zhang Jiao curled his lips and said with a very fast speed: "Don't use geniuses like me as coordinates, okay, you will feel inferior and hurt.

Let’s meet at the entrance of the ‘New Vision’ cinema I often visit at 6 pm.

After eating the hot dog, let’s go directly to the premiere of “Da Shura 3”. See you then.”

Then he hung up the phone and muttered, "Sister Tongtong has changed more than me during this period. Could it be that he has also been hit by some magical magic?

If you have the chance tonight, you have to ‘torture’ her.”

Thinking of the method of "to interrogation", I blushed first, put away my phone, coughed with guilt, and got up and slipped out of the morning tea shop.

The origin of the name Wanmiao Street actually comes from the homophonic "Wanmiao".

It has existed since the founding of Xiangyuan Kingdom. It was previously the lowest-ranking labor settlement among the first generation of pioneers in Nanyang.

The residents have a variety of sources, mostly refugees who fled famine in weak countries in the Eastern Continent, or wild people in zero areas.

Among them, there are almost no useful talents such as extraordinary people or scholars. They are all poor people who work hard, and the casualties during pioneering are naturally the highest.

It was entirely due to a huge base that lasted for the most difficult early birth period of the three countries in Southeast Asia.

This gradually emerged a special custom, that is, the completely pragmatic God worships, and has been passed down to this day.

Here, almost all the famous temples of gods believed in by humans and even foreign races can be found. The streets are full of supernatural people who help people divine, resolve evil spirits, find water veins, and click on crypts...

At the same time, we also opened various strange local flavor restaurants, whether it is Korean spicy dishes mixed with fish or Mira's dried fried meat insects.

It is also a scene of Bandung's unique urban culture.

As the owner of the "Fengshen Relics" group of the first fantasy group in all ages, Zhang Jiao has fallen in love with the strong superstitious atmosphere here since the club he runs occupy the territory of Wanmiao Street and has come and visited once accidentally.

Walking on the street at this moment, he saw an old lady who was guarding a shrine of a ferocious and unknown god with a strong Westernized style, respectfully burning incense and worshiping. He couldn't help but think in his heart: "Gods can also set up stalls to worship.

And he also gave the gods of the "Assa" gods, and there was no one else in this creativity.

No wonder some philosophers have said that extreme superstition is actually no faith.

Therefore, the Nanyang government is so concerned about the invasion of evil faiths behind their backs, but ignores this kind of neighborhood that you worship when you see God."

At this moment, a deep voice suddenly sounded behind him, "Young man, the great lady Hela foresaw your brilliant future and is willing to bless you."

Zhang Jiao looked back and saw that the old man who was talking was holding a stack of flyers in his hand, wearing a white robe with a strange red eight-pointed star pattern embroidered on his chest, his face was full of wrinkles, and he looked kind and kind.

I took the flyer and looked at it.

The leaflet says, ‘Ms. Hela gives you wealth and immortality’;

In the middle is a statue of the goddess that seems to be hidden in the shadows but is clearly visible;

The following is written: No. 068, Wanmiao Street, Wanlong City, Xiangyuan Country, a place of true miracles.

Zhang Jiao laughed and said in a silence: "Old man, Hela is the goddess of death of the Asa tribe in the Western Continent, but not the God of Wealth, no matter what makes people rich."

"Yes, yes, yes." The old man was so strange that he didn't argue at all. He swallowed and nodded like pounding garlic: "I am a little talented and knowledgeable, and I am talking nonsense. I will correct my mistakes immediately, and I will correct my mistakes immediately."

Seeing his performance, Zhang Jiao raised his eyebrows and said, "Old man, do you know me?"

"The old man dares not behave, he dares not behave.

The little surname is Liu, who makes a living on the street. The neighbors think that I can say it back and call me "Dakou Liu".

Zhang, no, President Zhang is the boss in charge of Wanmiao Street and is also a legend among us, the city figures.

I was lucky enough to see you from a distance when you opened the incense hall. It was so majestic, and it made people forget the world at first sight and remember it for life." The old man nodded and bowed with a smile on his face.

"That's it, then you can continue to send the flyer." Zhang Jiao relieved his doubts and said in a silence. He accidentally chatted with an old gangster who was lying around on the street, and handed the flyer back to Dakou Liu, "Don't waste this one."

My eyes accidentally glanced at the statue printed on the flyer again, and suddenly a memory appeared in my heart.

One year ago, he followed the convoy of the "Liao Family Trading Company" in Jiangchu Ling District and temporarily rested at the Oding Temple where the Maned Horseman remained.

The appearance of the Hela statue I saw in the temple atrium hall seems to be very similar to this portrait, and even the light and shadow effects are somewhat similar.

As soon as this idea came into being, the leaflet in Zhang Jiao's eyes began to twist and deform, bulging pustules like a living creature, producing moss, oozing water stains, and growing fluff.

At the same time, his spirit felt an indescribable awakening, but his head seemed to be burned by a red soldering iron. His painful teeth were clenched, and his hair was standing up all over his body.

Seeing that Zhang Jiao suddenly sweated like a slurry, his face twisted, Da Gu Liu swallowed and spitted again, and said nervously: "President Zhang, are you okay?"

"Nothing." Zhang Jiao suppressed the pain and twitched the corner of his mouth, shook the flyer in his hand, and asked hoarsely: "This Haila Temple is newly opened, is the temple Zhu surnamed Liao?"

"Not Liao, his surname is Li, his name is Li Caiyuan," Dakou Liu said with a few knowledge of his family: "It was said that his family was originally a wealthy family in Jiangchu, because the battle between the princes was not long ago declined, and they moved to Nanyang to take refuge.

By the way, the wife in Li Miaozhu's family seems to be surnamed Liao, and she is blind and lame, but Li Miaozhu treats her very well and is considered a person who values ​​love and friendship.

I wonder if I have any old age with President Zhang?”

"No." Zhang Jiao shook his head with a strange expression on his face.

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Dakou Liu recalled his strange behavior just now, and gritted his teeth and said softly: "Then this person has a grudge against President Zhang.

If so, you don't need to take action, I can handle him.

The government is now investigating the ban on the Japanese pills, and if you catch them, you will be severely punished.

I said he had contact with Himaru people and kept it so that he could not afford it."

Such market figures were fighting for their blood when they were young, and it was not scary to be brave and fierce.

If you are old and not dead, have no repentance, and are unwilling to wait for death in this life, you will become as friendly as Dakou Liu.
Chapter completed!