I looked up and looked towards the north and south sides of the Jinshui Bridge, because the Jinshui Bridge runs east-west, and the so-called north-south is the road on both sides of the bridge. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

I stuck my head out and looked at it for a long time. I also couldn't find where the so-called dogs and sheep were, and the roads were quiet, with the occasional car or two passing by.

I sent a text message asking: Can you come out and meet me?

After all, my phone may also be being monitored, so I don't dare to ask him directly on the text message if he is the ancestor, if I ask so, it is equivalent to selling the news directly to the ghost king.

The man replied to me again: sheep are more ferocious than dogs.

It was a simple text message, and then the person didn't reply, no matter what I sent him. He ignored me, as if he had suddenly evaporated.

I held my mobile phone, stood at the head of the bridge and looked at the water below the bridge, and I only felt that my brain hurt, these so-called masters like to play some dumb riddles all day long. But at this critical moment, it's really hard to tell the truth.

Ay!

With a heavy sigh, I got on my Harley-Davidson. Just as I was about to return to the house store, I had just grabbed the handlebars with both hands when suddenly my heart lit up and I remembered something!

"That's right! It's possible! I squinted into the darkness in front of me, my eyes seemed to be about to shine, and there were still some people in the surrounding fields who were watching my eyes, and I knew that since Feng Po opened my night eyes, I could see these unclean things.

I don't know what they are, but they often haunt me anyway, maybe it's a little ghost from the ghost king.

I rode a motorcycle, and it wasn't very fast. I kept walking north along the shore of Jinshui Bridge, and when I walked about ten kilometers, I found that the red eyes behind me had slowly dissipated a lot in the dark. Maybe they know I don't have anything else to do, just to just hang out.

Stopping the Harley-Davidson, I looked around, and finally pretended to be in a hurry to pee into the jungle on the side of the road, and when I came out of the woods, I was 80% sure that no one would see me!

Because this time, I used a chameleon potion that I hadn't used in a hundred years!

It was midnight, and it was as dark as ink. On this cloudy day, the moon and stars could not be seen. Plus I used a chameleon potion to merge myself with the night, as if I was invisible.

The monsters that were watching me were all stupid and dazed, looking up into the woods, as if they couldn't understand why I disappeared after I went in.

After waiting for a long time, they couldn't help but burrow into it themselves, as if they were looking for me carefully. I sneered: Let's find it slowly.

I have the function of the night eye on my body, plus the chameleon potion to make myself invisible, so to speak, while I let them not see me, I can also see their figures, this is the top anti-reconnaissance, easy to use!

The help that the Ghost King used to help me in the past is finally working.

I kept walking north, and after walking for about ten minutes, suddenly a sentence came from above my head: Yes, you kid is still very smart.

I looked up at the tree and saw a man in black sitting on the treetop of a plane tree, with his head down, shaking his legs, and chuckling softly. I knew that no one was following me for this meeting, so I couldn't help but ask: Ancestor, is it you?

The man shook his legs twice, jumped down from the tree, smiled at me and said, "I am not an ancestor, but I know an ancestor."

"And who are you?" I asked.

He said: Even if I say my name, you will not know, it is indeed not easy for you little guy to get rid of so many people who are following you.

He put his hands behind his back, with deep meaning. I took out the comic and said, "This comic can predict what's going to happen to me, right?" Can you tell me where you got this prophecy comic?

"A friend gave it to me." He didn't say anything else, just said it lightly.

I asked reluctantly: Is it from the ancestor to you! Or maybe the old lama gave it to you!

"You don't have to ask more about this.,Anyway, this comic is here to help you.,The person you want to meet.,When you need to see or you have to be simple.,You'll see it naturally.,Don't worry about it now.。 All you have to do is to preserve your strength and the treasures of heaven and earth in your body, everything in the future will come in handy. After saying this, he burrowed into the jungle again, flashed twice, and disappeared.

I was wondering why he suddenly left again, but I found an old man on the road in the distance, riding a bicycle, slowly walking towards me, although the old man looked to be eighty or ninety years old, and the old eye sockets were deep-set, but I knew that this guy must have been sent by someone to spy on me, and at this moment he pretended to be riding a bicycle and walked by us.

As everyone knows, at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, whose eighty or ninety-year-old man still comes out on a bicycle? This trick is too old-fashioned, but old-fashioned is old-fashioned, and the appearance of this old man drove away the man in black again, and lost a lot of my precious time.

I was not sure if the old man could see me, as I was using chameleon potion, so I sat on the bench by the side of the road, and said nothing, and when the old man had passed, I smelled the route he had taken, and felt only the smell of the weasel.

"It can't be a weasel, right?" I stared at the old man who had just left, and muttered to myself.

Back at my Harley-Davidson motorcycle, the chameleon potion was temporarily depleted, and when I revealed my true self, I was once again watched by the dozen pairs of eyes in the darkness.

It seems that my guess is correct, and I am definitely being watched.

Now come to a conclusion, that person is not the ancestor, but he knows the ancestor, so who should he be?

In my ancestor's life, I don't have any friends, no mentors and students, and the only apprentice is myself, who else does he know? As far as I know, it's Uncle Ghost, Old Lama, Su Zhen, he doesn't know anyone else.

It's a strange thing. Bean Huan is in the blood.

When I got back to the house, the cold wind chilled my head a little, and I sat in my office, wrapped in a blanket, and opened the prophecy comic, ready to see what was going on on on it.

On this prophecy comic, not every day, every moment will have more comic content, and it seems that the picture will only appear with the trajectory that I am about to run in my life.

For example, when I opened it tonight, there were two more paintings in the whole day. One is a convenient image of me stopping my motorcycle on the edge of the woods, and the other is a picture of the eighty or ninety-year-old man passing by me on his bicycle.

I rested for a while with the book in my arms, made a cup of hot tea and drank it, warmed up, and about half an hour later, I opened the comic again, ready to take a look before resting, to see if there were any hints for tomorrow.

But at this glance, I was instantly sleepy!

The latest blank comic shows me standing on the roof of a car with a bare back, and there is a pitch-black person standing on each side of the roof, these people are very agile, they look like assassins, but to my surprise, all four of them have a chain tail growing from the back of their buttocks.

At the tip of the chain's tail, there's a barb!

I stared at the car carefully, because the painting is too vague, too abstract, I can't see clearly whether this is the roof of the bus, or the roof of a private car, anyway, from the size of the area, the vast majority of the probability is not a private car, because the top space of the car is impossible to stand on four or five people at the same time close to the hand-to-hand combat.

But the people on the roof of this car, apart from me, are the four of them still human? Can an average person grow a chain tail with a hook on their body?

Perhaps, these four iron hook tails are one of the martial gods on the list of martial gods, and they want to fight me to the death while I sleep? Defeat me, the so-called First Martial God?

But there's no point, there's no need to wait for me to fall asleep and do it, just look for me, can you use it so much?

Just when I was stunned, suddenly there was a horn outside the gate of the house shop passenger station, I looked from the monitor, shocked, quickly compared the content of the prophecy comics, and immediately clapped my hands and said: Yes, this is the car!