The first day of practice at driving school is simple, it is to teach them how to move the car forward and backward. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After a brief introduction to where the accelerator is, where the brake is, and where the clutch is, the coach asked them to line up and practice in the car one by one.

The strong man with the tattoo on his arm strode over, and none of the other three dared to compete with him for the first place.

Mingchuan yawned and retreated in the same way. It's not that he's afraid of that strong man with the temperament of a gangster, but he just thinks that it doesn't matter how many people rank in the ranks, so he doesn't bother to run to this head. He lazily stood aside and waited quietly while smoking a cigarette, while looking at the other three with half-squinted eyes.

The middle-aged woman is a little blessed, but overall the maintenance is very good, the face painted with light makeup still retains the seven-point appearance of her youth, and the casual dress does not look like a bargain, and it looks like a wealthy family.

The two college students are supposed to be a couple, and from the few words they can tell, they are also classmates. The man looked very talkative and confident. There are fewer words from women, but they love to laugh, and their round faces are very cute when they smile.

The tattooed man had already gotten into the car, the coach was sitting in the passenger cab, and the car was slowly starting in front of them.

Probably because she didn't want to get involved in the middle of the little couple, the middle-aged woman walked up to Ming Chuan boredly and chatted with him.

The content of the chat is meaningless and unnutritious, just to kill the time waiting. Ming Chuan casually echoed two sentences.

Soon, the strong man got out of the car after practice, and the middle-aged woman was second.

After getting out of the car, the strong man did not leave, walked to their side and squatted down, waiting for a second chance to get on the bus.

Ming Chuan had nothing to do, so he walked over and handed a cigarette to the strong man.

The strong man looked up at him, and thanked him as he took the cigarette.

"Dude, your tattoo looks very trendy, what is this?evil ghost?" Ming Chuan noticed the tattoo on the man's arm from the beginning.

I don't know if it's to scare people, the strong man has a blue-faced fanged grimace tattooed on his left arm, and there is a small single horn on his forehead, which looks very vicious.

The strong man took a puff of the cigarette handed over by Ming Chuan, smiled hehe, and said, "This is not an ordinary evil ghost, it is Shura." ”

"Shura?" Ming Chuan raised his eyebrows when he heard this, "Is that the Asura Shura?"

"Huh, you know?" the strong man was interested, and stood up from the ground.

"I guess I've heard of it. Ming Chuanxin said, now that comic online articles are so popular, will there be anyone who has not heard of the name "Asura"? As for being so excited? "Aren't they usually tattooed with dragons, tigers, or something? Your taste is different." ”

"What dragons, tigers, those are weak, this one I tattooed is the god of war in the heavenly realm, it's very bullish. The strong man actually gushed out.

Ming Chuan blinked, and found that this strong man, who looked like a thug on the outside, turned out to be a chatter! After only listening to it for a while, he regretted it, and felt that he should not have come to talk to him at all.

As a result, because he was entangled by a strong man with a tattoo, Mingchuan naturally came to the end. After one round of practice, I practiced again in the previous order, and half a day had passed.

In addition to feeling unusually tired, the takeaway from half a day was that they already knew how to get a stationary car moving, and the difference between braking and throttle.

The tattooed strong man and Ming Chuan are also completely familiar, although this person has a terrible tattoo on his body, and he has a body of flexive muscles, which makes people feel very terrible, but in fact he is a simple guy. Not only is he chattering but also has no scheming, and after half a day's work, he has almost talked about his own old bottom. It wasn't until I walked out of the driving school that I reluctantly said goodbye to Mingchuan.

His ears were finally cleared, but as long as he thought that he would have to come to this driving school every morning for the next two weeks to be tortured for half a day, Mingchuan felt that his mood was not very good.

The location of the driving school is very close to the bank of the Meri River, and it is not far from the gate that you will walk near the riverbank.

"Lord Mingchuan, are you interested in that man?" asked Shadow Lanqian softly in the shadow.

"Bah, what are you interested in? I'm like a. Ming Chuan corrected the other party's rhetoric dissatisfiedly, "I'm interested in his tattoo." ”

"Huh, you want to draw a ghost king on your arm too?" asked Shadowlan, puzzled.

"Ghost King?" Ming Chuan raised his eyebrows when he heard this, "Isn't it Shura?"

"What is Asura?" asked Ying Lan, who had obviously not heard of Asura's name, with some confusion.

Ming Chuan didn't want to popularize Buddhist legends to Yinglan, let alone explain what the "Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon" was, so he casually changed the topic and continued to ask: "What are the ghost kings you are talking about?"

"The ghost king is the ghost king. Ying Lan said in a natural tone.

"The king of the ghost world?" asked Ming Chuan literally.

"Eh, what's that?" Shadow Lan was stunned.

"......" Mingchuan felt that he had no way to communicate with Yinglan at all.

Finally, Ming Chuan finally figured out what the "ghost king" was from the mouth of the second goods Yinglan, in fact, to put it bluntly, this "ghost king" is not real, or even if it exists, no one has really seen it. It is just a symbol of the ghosts, just like the God of the human heart, a god worshipped by the ghosts.

It's just that for the gods in their minds, the way of worshipping ghosts is different from that of humans, and the fear of gods is also a little different from that of humans.

Originally, Mingchuan only noticed the tattoo because the pattern was a little special and the depiction was very exquisite, but he didn't expect that the pattern to be so different.

How many people will know about a non-existent "ghost king", the "god" of ghosts? How many people will make this pattern into tattoos on other people's bodies? If he has the chance, he must go to the tattoo parlor to see what kind of person the owner is.

The news about the tattoo parlor must have been easily heard from the strong man.

"Tattooing that thing on your body won't bring bad luck, right?" Ming Chuan suddenly realized the problem.

"I don't know. Shadow Lan was a little confused, "I've never been in a situation like this before. ”

Painting the head of the "ghost king" on his body and carrying it with him, this kind of thing is the first time he has lived for so long.

"When we meet tomorrow, let's ask about the tattoo parlor first. Ming Chuan said as he walked forward, "Hey, aren't those two college students on the bridge in front ......of you?"

Before the words fell, a strange scene occurred in front of Ming Chuan's eyes.

On the surface of the Meili River, a huge wave suddenly rolled up, and it slapped straight down at the two people on the bridge.