Although his mother has passed away for many years, Zhang Dashuai has neither placed a statue at home, nor has he ever led Zhang Xiaoshuai to worship, this is to be replaced by an ordinary child, and he must ask his father what is going on, but Zhang Xiaoshuai did not, this child seems to have been born with a few more eyes than the child next to him.

In Zhang Xiaoshuai's view, his father has not accepted the fact that his mother is dead, he doesn't even like to mention the word 'death', when he was a child, Zhang Xiaoshuai just faintly felt, so he closed his mouth smartly, and this feeling became stronger and stronger when he grew up, many times he saw his father sitting alone in the room, and he didn't turn on the light, just smoked quietly.

This feeling is like squatting for a long time and suddenly standing up, the pain in the leg and stomach is like a pinprick, the difference is that whenever he sees Zhang Dashuai sitting quietly in the dark and smoking silently, this sour and tingling pain quickly spreads from the tip of his heart to the limbs, and he is so uncomfortable that he even begins to breathe.

He thought, as often said in martial arts novels, people with obsessions are more likely to go crazy, right?

Look at these people around you, what is the obsession in their hearts?

Wang Laoliu's obsession is to want a son to pass on the incense, and the obsession of the old cadres is to live a long life and be in power forever, what else? What else? People's greed always seems to be endless, and if they can't ask for it, they become obsessions, and they turn into demons, when the obsession can't be satisfied, when the demons can't be broken, those who were originally good will be driven crazy like this, right?

At this moment, a short man walked up to the high platform quickly, his appearance was very ordinary, he belonged to the kind of public face that would definitely disappear instantly if thrown on the street, I saw him raise his hand and make a gesture of pressure, and the venue that was not noisy suddenly became silent.

The man didn't speak, but turned and stepped down from the platform, where the painting of an unknown immortal suddenly cracked behind him. A young girl dressed in a white dress and covered with a white veil came from it, followed by four girls who were also dressed, but apparently only six or seven years old.

When Zhang Xiaoshuai saw these girls, he couldn't help but chuckle in his heart. Turning his head and subconsciously looking at the few people beside him, Yuan Ye immediately gave him a slightly calm look, and then glanced at it, Zhang Xiaoshuai followed his line of sight, and he didn't know when. Around the venue, there were a circle of big men in shape, they didn't have any weapons, but their bulging waists looked like they were hiding big guys.

Last time, Zhang Xiaoshuai asked Wang Yu, are the gang of people who brought by the little girl to round them up all mercenaries? Anyway, the combat effectiveness of mercenaries is also very average! It's no wonder that the base can't get mixed up, and it has to go to my big and middle China to cheat and eat and drink.

Wang Yu obviously couldn't agree with his opinion, the real mercenaries were probably just the four strong men who followed the little girl that day, two of them were killed on the spot by Luan Shu, unlike Zhang Xiaoshuai's ignorance, Wang Yu is an expert in this area. Luan Shu's precise and neat shots can be called a textbook-like storage zài, he is very suspicious that Luan Shu will actually be injured, saying that even if he hears that Zhang Xiaoshuai died gloriously, he will not be so surprised, of course, this kind of destruction of the feelings of the members, Wang Yu will never say it.

The experience of that night left a deep shadow on Zhang Xiaoshuai, which naturally included these legendary mercenaries, as if he saw Zhang Xiaoshuai's concerns. Wang Yu's fingers on the ground tapped gently, Zhang Xiaoshuai saw it clearly, and finally let go of it a little bit.

At this time, he learned the Morse code from Wang Yu when he was idle, and Zhang Xiaoshuai had an amazing memory. Learning quickly, Wang Yu was so angry that he was all kinds of envy and jealousy, and Wang Yu's answer just now was obviously the meaning of 'rest assured, just ordinary people', when the two secretly communicated. The few people on the stage seemed to have already put on a posture and were ready to sing on stage.

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Zhang Xiaoshuai's age, few have seen a puppet show, I don't know when, the puppet show seems to have silently withdrawn from people's sight, only occasionally from the TV to see the moving puppet, Zhang Xiaoshuai will always involuntarily think of those weathered old artists, inexplicably feel a little desolate.

But this kind of puppet show full of weirdness, gratuitous irony, and some horror atmosphere, Zhang Xiaoshuai is really the first time to see it.

The so-called saint on the stage was actually only thirteen or fourteen years old, her figure was extremely thin, and even the curves of a girl had never grown, I saw her holding up two slender arms that were not much thicker than a reed stick, and her body trembled and danced.

said that it was dancing, in fact, it really lifted her, Zhang Xiaoshuai still remembered that when he was a teenager, Zhang Dashuai sent him to a relative's house in the countryside for the summer vacation, which happened to be a teenager in the same village who had a strange disease, and the old man in the village invited a big immortal from a neighboring village to come and see the disease.

Perhaps the only difference, that is, that Daxian is a slightly obese middle-aged woman, jumping up as if she is a black pig with a firecracker tied to her tail, twisting all kinds of limbs, and the so-called saint in front of her, at least with a slender figure, although her face is not clear, just looking at her eyebrows and eyes, it is estimated that she should be a beautiful woman.

Unlike the white-clothed saintess on the stage, who jumped and swayed left and right, like marionettes, the four little girls behind the saints were lined up, all with their heads hanging down, their eyes glazed over, as if they had merged into the mural.

Seeing this strange scene like a farce, Zhang Xiaoshuai finally couldn't hold back a heart of complaining, and whispered angrily:

"This god is too unprofessional, isn't it? I didn't even foam at the mouth, bad reviews. ”

Yuan Ye half-hung his head, his lips trembled slightly, and his voice was as thin as a line, and it penetrated into the ears of several people beside him.

"The starting style is wrong, it looks like it came out of a crash course, there is no professionalism at all, negative scores, roll rough!"

Zhang Xiaoshuai: "Spend a million to show Lao Tzu this thing?" Tainima is black, and I haven't taken it off after jumping for a long time, and I'm refunding! ”

Yuan Ye: "Professional jumping god for 20 years, specializing in the treatment of incurable diseases, infertility, wife is not high, son has no fart eyes, long-term recruitment of apprentices, one phase of learning will not be, the next period of free learning for another year, accommodation and food are taken care of, and the work is divided after learning." ”

Wang Yu: "......"

What the hell is this? What about the cult weaving prayer ceremony? The most excessive is this holy woman, who said that she was plump, breast, fat, buttocks, and coquettish? The whole shriveled green beans came to fool Lao Tzu, Tai Nima picks people, right?

Ye Jinghong: "......"

No wonder it can only be sneaky and never get on the table, how can such a ridiculous sect still have believers? It's ridiculous, ridiculous to the extreme. (To be continued.) )