Mr. Cong never talks about martial arts

Unexpectedly, the god will actually take out a piece of paper, on which many names have been signed in disorder.

Nervous stretched out his carrot-shaped finger, pointed to the end of those names, and said, "Just sign it here."

Lao Li finished signing with trembling. The moment he handed over the paper, a faint scent of lotus blossomed in front of his eyes. When he looked up again, the general who spoke to him just now was no longer there.

Old Li couldn't help shivering again, his vision was a little blurred, he hurriedly took out the luggage bag, found out the little duck eye wash prepared by his wife, and washed his eyes twice vigorously.

After building all the psychological defense lines, Lao Li cautiously opened one eye. The room was extremely quiet, and the small package that he signed for just now was still sitting safely on the table.

It turned out that it wasn't a dream. Someone came to deliver a courier just now.

Lao Li felt relieved, opened the small pink box, and rolled out a plastic bag with the words "Health Pills" written on it.

"This is a life-saving medicine worth 5 yuan."

Although the pill was as big as a ping pong ball, Lao Li, who was overly frightened, didn't care to cut it, break it up, and swallowed it in one gulp.

The black pill exudes a terrible smell of traditional Chinese medicine, and it slides down the throat into the stomach sac with a "ziliu" sound. It may not be a psychological effect. The moment the pill is taken, Lao Li feels comfortable physically and mentally, refreshed, which troubles him The soreness of the waist and knees for many years has been relieved a lot.

This kind of comfort didn't last long, but within 5 minutes, Lao Li's stomach was like a pickle vat fermented for half a year. "Puff, puff" bubbles appeared, and after the gas swelled countless times, it moved all the way down, piled up and stirred in The reincarnation of the five grains is becoming more and more anxious and painful.

"Pfft~~" Lao Li, who couldn't stand it anymore, let out a loud and smelly fart.

Immediately afterwards, an uncontrollable strong desire to shit prompted him to lift his pants and rush to the toilet.

The smell of toilets in this country hotel is really not flattering.

After Lao Li pulled out the stench, he pinched his nose and quickly washed it away. He went to the bathroom to take a hot shower, then looked at his clean neck in the mirror, and grinned: "This kid really has two brushes!"

Just stepped out of the bathroom and was about to go into the room to sleep, when suddenly there was the sound of flushing water in the toilet.

Who the hell is this, playing flushing the toilet without sleeping in the middle of the night?It's fun, isn't it?Now the country's water resources are still in short supply, is it easy to cut?

Lao Li had already climbed onto the bed, pulled up the quilt, and yawned. Hearing the sound of wasted water, he yelled angrily: "Hey, Lao Wang, are you tired after a busy day? Don't play with water." Now, go to sleep now."

The door of the toilet was ajar, and the bug-catching lamp hung coldly in the corner of the wall, flashing a faint blue light, and there was only the sound of Lao Li's breathing, and no one responded at all.

The temperature began to drop inexplicably, Lao Li shivered, half yawned and lay under the blanket, he suddenly remembered that another photographer, Lao Wang, had a fever in the afternoon and was put in an ambulance and taken to the hospital.

"Pa~" Lao Li turned on the bedside lamp, and the dim light filled the room.

With this light, Lao Li, who has excellent eyesight, saw a figure in the toilet, squatting next to the toilet, holding a white toilet brush, and cleaning the toilet.

That figure worked very hard, after a dozen times of brushing, he pressed the flush button, poured some disinfectant, and brushed!

This is definitely not a special hobby for a special group of people!

Because of this figure, Lao Li recognized it!

Isn't this the maid on the mural next to the golden well in the cemetery in the afternoon?

That slender figure, the dark green clothes, the long bun with screws, and the flower hairpin inserted obliquely are unmistakable, unmistakable!

As if she felt that someone was peeping at her, the back of the toilet, who was trying to clean the toilet, turned around one by one, a pale and swollen face appeared under the bluish light, with a mouth showing rotten gums, flowing continuously. Black mucus coming out.

Lao Li really wanted to yell at the door for help, and he really wanted to touch his mobile phone to call Cong Youyan for help, but all these thoughts needed the blessing of voice!At the critical moment, there seemed to be a ghost hand on Lao Li's throat, making him unable to make any sound.

Seeing this, the ghost in the toilet opened its black hole-like mouth even wider. Damply, she stood up and walked towards the bedroom step by step.

One step with one wet footprint, one step with a sneer.

Old Li's hands and feet were stiff, and his facial features were distorted!He wanted to struggle, to scream, to cry bitterly, and even more wanted to resign and go home, retire immediately, and never dared to go into the grave to shoot again.

The black shadow dragged its body wet, and slowly approached. The lights in the room flickered non-stop, reflecting on the gray and white eyeballs, which was the color that would only appear in a state of extreme hypoxia.

Her footsteps were getting closer, wet mucus dripped everywhere.

The stiff paws held the toilet brush upright, and made a "ho ho" sound from his mouth.

Lao Li's body, which had just taken a bath, began to sweat again, suffering from convulsions, and yelled frantically in his heart: Ghost, ghost!Don't do close-up shots, just let me die quickly!

Seeing that the ghost was about to step into the bed, Lao Li had already prepared a tragic picture of how to fight with this dead female ghost for [-] rounds after transforming into a fierce ghost.

Lao Li waited and waited, waited for a long time, but did not wait for the bull's head and horse's face in front of the palace of the king of hell, he quietly opened his eyes, and saw the ghost, holding the toilet brush with trembling claws, stopped stiffly in mid-air , rocking back and forth.

This picture is too funny!

In an instant, Lao Li's hands and feet were full of strength, and he got up from the bed.

While the yang energy was filling, a piece of yellow cinnabar talisman paper floated out of the cute pink box next to Lao Li's pillow.

"Snapped!"

The ghost seemed to be very afraid of this talisman, and kept backing away.

This piece of talisman followed closely every step of the way, emitting purple-gold lightning flashes in mid-air.

Lao Li belatedly slapped his forehead: "Guigui! This is the talisman I signed for just now! I only remembered that I bought the pill, but I didn't expect that there was a piece of talisman paper attached to it. Since Mr. is so powerful, I figured it out a long time ago." I am doomed!"

Thinking of the talisman paper backing him, Lao Li was no longer afraid. He took a few steps over, found the steam iron in the suitcase, mixed some tap water, turned on the steam mode, and sprayed it on the ghost.

With a high temperature of [-] degrees, the steam rushed into the ghost's brain without any compromise.

The ghost shadow swayed a few times, and the toilet brush could no longer be held, and fell to the ground with a "slap". Her figure was extremely weak, and she retreated to the toilet dodging left and right.

... I have to say that this ghost is too good at choosing a place. From this angle, the line of the steam iron is really out of reach.

The talisman paper rushed down from mid-air, turned around and twisted, the cinnabar on the paper spun counterclockwise, burst open with a "pop", and turned into a purple-gold flame, directly piercing the ghost's eyebrows!

"Ho ho~" The ghost was hugged by the purple gold flame, and let out the scream of a dead pig after being scalded!

Take advantage of her illness to kill her!

Lao Li unplugged the steam iron, rolled it on the spot, rolled into the toilet, plugged in the power again, and turned the steam knob to the maximum.

"Ho~!" The last afterimage of the ghost image melted into the steam.

The slime left on the ground adhered to the mosaic tiles, giving off a stench.

Lao Li unplugged the steam iron, took a few steps back, and slumped at the door, staring in a daze at the residues that did not represent dreams.

The cell phone that had been left beside the bed rang.

"It can't be the midnight bell, right?" Lao Li was deeply worried about his bad luck and shook his head. He was destined to be unable to sleep tonight.

He dragged his legs and slowly moved back to the bedroom, panting heavily, staring at his phone.

Leaning against the bed, staring vigorously, the moment the eye sockets were about to come out of the frame, the screen with the flashing name went out again.

Holding the heart, it fell leisurely, returned to the normal position, and beat thud.

Lao Li heaved a sigh of relief and wiped off his sweat: "It's so dangerous, so dangerous, it scared me to death."

Reluctantly reaching the bed, he took out the Huazi on the cabinet, flicked the box, took out one, put it under his nose, and took a deep breath.

Only by smelling the familiar smell of tobacco can Lao Li's excessive sinus rhythm be calmed down.

As if I forgot something, and as if I hadn’t forgotten anything, my heart gradually returned to normal.

After the body's adrenal hormones faded, Lao Li's brain began to release sleepy signals. He yawned, crawled into bed, and said good night to the chandelier above his head.

One sheep, two sheep, three sheep... just counted to the tenth sheep.

The screen of the mobile phone next to the pillow suddenly lit up, and the music of "Ding Ding Dong Dong, Ding Ding Dong Dong" started to play again.

Lao Li jumped up in fright. The sheep pen in his dream was bombarded by the ringtones of his mobile phone. He was so angry that he grabbed the mobile phone and slid down the answer button, cursing at the mobile phone: "Oh shit, who is it? Shameless!" Yes, staying awake in the middle of the night! Disturbing people’s dreams! Flirting everywhere! Believe it or not, I’m carrying a 40-meter-long sword, rushing over and killing you!!”

"Oh grass, dare to talk to me like that! I am your grandfather! Who do you think you are? If it is not for collecting money, who would bother to find you? Let me tell you~ grandson, quickly give me the money from the talisman For a moment, your character is too low, you will renege on your debt."

As soon as Lao Li heard the extremely arrogant voice from the other end of the phone, the front of his mind suddenly became clear, tears were about to stay, and he said sobbingly: "Mr. Cong, I was almost killed by that ghost just now!" Thank you, thanks to the talisman paper you gave me, to keep me safe, thank you very much."

"What kind of gift? Do you think I am the kind of kind person who is very generous, very Lei Feng, and likes to do good deeds?"

Lao Li was dumbfounded for a moment, then nodded honestly: "It's true ~ not like."

"Then it's over!" Sitting cross-legged on the floor, Cong Youyan said persuasively, "Every commodity has its due value, especially life-saving commodities, which are worth more, don't you think?"

Old Li burst into tears again: "Mr. Cong, even with that being said, I really don't have much money at my disposal. My wife is in charge of the family accounts."

"Understood, understood! But I am also a human being, and I have to eat and support my wife. Don't I need energy to draw talismans? Please God, don't you want energy?" Cong Youyan sipped his tea with a smirk on his lips: "So, my talismans are all sold to those who are destined! The price, to say the least, is all conscientious."

Lao Li was dejected: "Say what you want~"

"Thank you, 10."