I said, "Uncle Liang, I'm rushing back to the house?" Where are you? By the way, you're going to have a big deal lately, so don't come back. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

While reminding him, Lao Liang said to me: I know. My wife called me just now, and in the past few hours, strangers have been coming to my house and asking if I am at home, and my son has also found a lot of strangers in suits on the street.

After all, Lao Liang is also a person who has lived for half his life, and he has some life experience.

"Uncle Liang, what's wrong with you?"

Lao Liang said to me: I don't know what has grown on my body, it seems to have grown out of my body, just like pomegranate seeds. It probably won't be long before my skin breaks.

"Where are you? I'm going to look for you now? I quickly asked on the phone.

Lao Liang explained the address to me, and I learned that it was in the suburbs not far from the house, which was a river embankment, and there was a dam on the embankment.

A Harley-Davidson motorcycle with a displacement of seven or eight hundred, that speed is really not covered. On the unmanned road, I put on my sunglasses, wore a trench coat, and pressed the accelerator to the end, and I felt that I could definitely keep up with the speed of a Boeing plane taking off.

In less than ten minutes I was at the barrage, and in the middle of the barrage I knew a decadent old beam, with his hair disheveled and disheveled, squatting beside a pillar. The eyes are a little sloppy.

In this barrage dam, there is a smell of urine everywhere, and few couples come here nowadays.

"Uncle Liang. What happened to you? "When I walked to Lao Liang's side, he was still in hysteria, I pushed him, he came to his senses, and immediately glanced around symbolically, and after finding that there was no one, he quickly lifted his clothes and let me see his body.

It wasn't something that grew out of his skin, but it was cracking in his skin, and the cracks were like the land that had been dry for a long time, without any moisture, and then it cracked into pieces.

From the crack that was about to crack. I could clearly see the blood vessels in his belly open. If he continued like this, I don't think his belly would explode in less than 5 hours.

Lao Liang's eyes were bloodshot, he stared at me and asked me: Xiao Liu, if you can save me, do you want to help me?

When Lao Liang spoke, there was a cry in his mouth, I grabbed his shoulders with both hands and said: Uncle Liang, I will definitely save you, you have to hold on!

"I ...... I still want to eat that pomegranate, I don't want anything anymore, I don't want a wife and children anymore, I just want to eat the half of the pomegranate you took, Xiao Liu, where is the pomegranate? Will you let me take another bite? Lao Liang grabbed my hand, and the whole person was a little crazy when he spoke.

It seems that the ghost king is right, the people who have eaten the pomegranate will not be able to control themselves as if they have been poisoned, and the ghost king also said that the pomegranate contains blood components in my body. To put it bluntly, eating that half of a pomegranate is equivalent to drinking my blood.

Lao Liang's painful expression really made me unbearable, he was indeed greedy, but what if you think about it from another perspective? Lao Liang went to my office, and he ate a pomegranate on my desk, can he know that there is something wrong with the pomegranate? He also trusted me, so he would eat two casually, which is a very common thing. I can't blame him for that.

After thinking about it, I took out my dagger and said to Lao Liang: Uncle Liang, can you trust me?

Lao Liang nodded busily, his head was like pounding garlic, I said: You close your eyes and open your mouth, I can let you eat that half of the pomegranate, but you must not open your eyes, okay?

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you for everything!" Lao Liang was full of promises.

He closed his eyes, raised his head, opened his mouth, I cut my index finger with a dagger, and dripped blood into Lao Liang's mouth, just handed it in the first bite, he swallowed it and said: Yes, yes, that's the taste! That's the taste!

Since he kept his mouth open, he spoke a little whining, but I could hear it clearly.

After the wound on my finger healed automatically, I withdrew my finger and looked at Lao Liang's belly, the cracked skin had slowly healed, just like the barren and arid land was moistened by the rain, and instantly merged into a whole. Bean medical cooperation technology.

I finally believed what the ghost king said, and the person who ate that pomegranate seed would not only increase his strength, but also go crazy to hunt me down. Because they're drug addicts, and I'm the source of drugs.

I don't know if saving Lao Liang like this is an indirect harm to him, but when I see his expression, it's really painful. Anyway, I also called him Uncle Liang, so if you can help, you can help.

Saving a person feels 10,000 times better than killing someone.

"Uncle Liang, you have stayed here recently, don't go anywhere, if you really can't help it, you can find another place to hide, remember not to go home, don't go back to the house store, there are many people who want to kill you now."

Lao Liang knew that the neighborhood of his house had been closely monitored, so he sighed. At this time, he was like a person who had smoked a lot of cigarettes, his energy was more sufficient, and he had the strength to speak, as if he had eaten a full meal.

I helped him stand up and said: Don't use your mobile phone, if you go somewhere, just pass me a note, and among the people who are chasing you, they can use high-tech to find your mobile phone, and maybe use the satellite positioning system to find your location, and then kill you.

The so-called satellite positioning system, I don't know if the ghost king's subordinates have this ability, but I think even if you can't do it, you can check it all the time, so it's better to be careful.

Before leaving, I left Lao Liang 3,000 yuan, which was enough for him to live for half a month, after all, he didn't eat, drink, prostitute and gamble.

When I got back to the house, I parked my Harley-Davidson motorcycle in the yard, and I was instantly attracted to the staff of the whole bus station to take a look.

After a while, this Harley shocked everyone at the passenger station, because everyone knew very well how much the Harley I rode back would sell for, the market price was 390,000, which is 400,000 to put it bluntly.

I wanted to think quietly for a while, thinking about what to do lately, but I was disturbed by the old drivers and conductors who flocked to the bus station.

Basically, they asked me where I bought the motorcycle and how much it cost.

After all, 400,000 is not a small amount, how long have I been a manager? Where to get 400,000? Even embezzlement of public funds can't be to this extent, so in desperation, I said: Someone else gave it, it's as simple as that, don't bother me, I'm a little busy now.

After they were dismissed, I sat alone at my desk, listening to the commotion outside the office, and everyone was still discussing how hoisted the motorcycle was.

I couldn't figure it out, so I finally called the ghost king, and I asked, "Why does that pomegranate seed contain my blood?" Could it be that under the bus seat, from beginning to end, everything is the half of a pomegranate? Isn't that right?

If nothing else, in the beginning, it wasn't this half pomegranate that was placed under the bus seat, and I bet with my head.

The ghost king said: I don't know who took the things that were put under the bus seat before, but this half of the pomegranate must have appeared recently, and it only appeared after you came back from the mysterious country, it's as simple as that. As for why it contains blood in your body, I think it has something to do with one person.

"Who?!" I hurriedly asked.

"First Martial God!" After the ghost king said this, I was silent for a long time, how could the first martial god have a relationship with this half of the pomegranate?

He has absolutely nothing to do with this half pomegranate, the reason is very simple, this half pomegranate contains my own blood, does it have anything to do with him? Don't say that the body of the first martial god is my body, I won't believe this kind of nonsense.

Could it be that the First Martial God has set up some conspiracy on me?