"Xiao Fan! Bring the green gunpowder. ”

"Thirty doses is enough!"

"Weigh! Be sure! Zhuang Ge bent down beside He Lingfan to remind him, and He Lingfan, who was sweating profusely, carefully picked out the gunpowder, staring at the gunpowder in his hand and not daring to blink, for fear of missing one grain at a time.

At the time of eating, He Lingfan devoured it, eager to stuff the plate into his mouth, Zhuang Ge looked at the young man in front of him kindly, and then took a dish and put it in his mouth to chew slowly.

"Old man, don't you have a partner?" He Lingfan put down the rice bowl in his hand and suddenly asked.

"Gone." The smile on Zhuang Ge's face suddenly disappeared.

"Where?" He Lingfan asked with a big grin.

"Dead."

"I'm sorry, old man." In this way, day after day of life and work, He Lingfan's skills in making fireworks have increased by leaps and bounds, and the injuries on his body are almost better.

"Lao Zhuang, your salary!" The silence was shattered by a loud hammer door. As soon as Zhuang Ge heard this voice, he hurriedly ran to open the door, and He Lingfan, who was sitting behind the workbench, kept looking at the door.

"Smack!" A wad of money was thrown to the ground, and then a pot-bellied man walked in with his hands behind his back.

"Hey, every time I enter your house, I always smell a stench." The man frowned and said displeasedly,

"Maybe what kind of people live in what kind of house." The man glanced at Zhuang Ge and said.

"Yes, yes, Xiaofan, I've seen Missionary Fu soon." Zhuang Ge hurriedly beckoned He Lingfan to come over. He Lingfan immediately trotted over, but as soon as he got closer, he found that Missionary Zhang was actually stepping on the pile of money on the ground!

He Lingfan was about to have a seizure, Zhuang Ge hurriedly pressed his shoulders to stop him.

"What? What do you have to complain about? Missionary Fu noticed the change in the expression on He Lingfan's face and reprimanded angrily,

"Lao Tzu is giving you money!" Then he raised his foot and was about to give He Lingfan a kick, Zhuang Ge shouted when he saw this: "He has injuries on his body!" After speaking, he pounced in front of He Lingfan.

The leather boots hit Zhuang Ge's back, the vertebrae crackled, Zhuang Ge's head was raised back and fell into He Lingfan's arms, He Lingfan gritted his teeth, and his hands clenched into fists seemed to hit the big fat man on the opposite side at any time.

"The Holy Spirit Sect in District 4 is not bad for you, a pyrotechnic master, don't kick your nose in the face!" After Missionary Fu finished speaking, he slammed the door and left.

"Why didn't you let me hit him." He Lingfan helped Zhuang Ge to the chair.

"Can fists solve things? You hit him, he can come up with all kinds of ways to deal with you, and you only have two fists. Zhuang Ge sighed and said.

"You go and collect the money, I'll wash my face." After Zhuang Ge finished speaking, he got up and walked to the bathroom. He Lingfan looked at the money lying quietly on the ground, and there was a sound of a faucet rattling not far away, and the heartbeat became stronger and stronger, as if it was about to reach his throat, his brain was in a trance, he looked at the money on the ground, and then looked at Zhuang Ge who was washing his hands in the bathroom, and then turned his head to look at the money on the ground.

"Pingshui meets ....." With the sound of the faucet running water, He Lingfan rushed up with an arrow step, picked up the money and kicked the door open and ran away.

Zhuang Ge, who heard the sound, hurriedly walked out, his hands holding a towel to wipe his face stayed in the air, the water droplets on his face flowed down his cheeks, looking at the empty room, Zhuang Ge sighed, wiped his face, and sat in front of the workbench and got busy again.

"Huh..... Ha ..... "He Lingfan ran a hundred meters away with the money, his heart was beating wildly, if there were no bones blocking it, it would have jumped out of the body, He Lingfan ran into an alley, the noisy flow of people on the street, the sound of the car whistle on the road was harsh, at this time He Lingfan's ears seemed to be surrounded by a quiet place, and he couldn't hear anything except his own heartbeat.

"That's enough money for me to live for a month, haha... Ha ....." The smile on He Lingfan's face gradually disappeared, and the first money in front of him was fake, but it was printed on the rectangular paper that looked like money

"Atonement" three big words! He Lingfan's brain seemed to be thundering five times in the sky, a sense of dizziness permeated his whole body, he sat down on the ground, and then he carefully looked at them one by one, indulgences, indulgences, each one is a redemption voucher!

It's not money! He has a pile of waste paper in his hand! His whole body trembled violently, and then he threw the waste paper in his hand into the sky, and the green paper fell like a falling flower in front of his eyes.

"No, I'm not wrong, I'm not wrong!" He Lingfan suddenly had a plan,

"He certainly didn't go far!" After speaking, he turned around and walked towards Zhuang Ge's residence, asked the people around him, and followed the steps of the Fu missionary.

Looking at the back of Wei'an not far away and the swaying pace from side to side, He Lingfan's breathing became short, he clenched his fists tightly, and walked towards the man in front of him with trembling legs.

Hearing a strange noise behind him, Missionary Fu just turned his head and his eyes went dark, He Lingfan punched him in the eye, then raised his right knee and hit his lower abdomen, Missionary Fu fell to the ground screaming, He Lingfan kicked him a few more times in anger, and then he heard the surrounding chatter gradually increasing.

There were people around, some were holding their mobile phones to take pictures, some called Rubidium Ling, and some pointed at He Lingfan and whispered that he had something to do.

Seeing that the situation was not good, He Lingfan hurriedly blocked his face with his collar and pushed the crowd and ran away. After returning to the residence, seeing the back of Zhuang Ge working, He Lingfan instantly burst into tears, and he knelt beside Zhuang Ge and cried.

"Master! Take me as an apprentice! He Lingfan kowtowed his head twice and knelt beside Zhuang Ge, waiting for his response.

Time passed minute by minute, Zhuang Ge was still silently fiddling with the gunpowder in front of him, and the light in the room gradually dimmed, and finally the light source in the room was only the table lamp on Zhuang Ge's workbench, Zhuang Ge's serious eyes shone in the light, and He Lingfan's back extended to the door.

Zhuang Ge put down the tweezers in his hand, took a deep breath and walked to the kitchen, and started to cook the meal with his hands and feet, He Lingfan pretended to face Zhuang Ge and continued to kneel.

After two bowls of rice were placed on the dining table, Zhuang Ge sat on a chair and looked at He Lingfan and said, "It's time to eat, why are you kneeling, continue to work at night." After speaking, Zhuang Ge took a dish and put it in his mouth.

"Thank you, Master, thank you, Master!" He Lingfan stood up suddenly, but his center of gravity was unstable and fell to the ground, and he got up and sat down at the dining table with a smile.

Zhuang Ge looked at the young man in front of him and smiled again. The next day, a noisy footsteps came from the corridor, and they stopped in front of the door of the residence, and the two looked at the door together, and in the blink of an eye, the door collapsed, and the smoke spread to the house, and a group of rubidium spirits in navy blue military uniforms trotted into the house with various weapons, and the Fu missionary, who was blue-skinned and swollen, walked into the house angrily, and Yuan Yongwu actually followed behind him.

Zhuang Ge looked at the Rubidium Ling who walked in with a confused expression, and before he could ask what was going on, the Fu missionary kicked Zhuang Ge, Zhuang Ge fell to the ground with a chair, He Lingfan was just about to help Zhuang Ge up, but Yuan Yongwu grabbed him by the collar and punched him in the lower abdomen.

A burst of colic spread from his abdomen to his whole body, He Lingfan's eyes were dark, and sour water gushed from his stomach to his throat, and before He Lingfan could recover from it, a punch hit him in the face again, blood flowed out of his mouth and nose, and He Lingfan, who had stars in his eyes, fell to the ground.

"I instructed the little doll! There's nothing wrong with little dolls! Zhuang Ge saw that the first-order rubidium spirits had all made a move, and hurriedly explained to He Lingfan.

"You old thing must not be able to get out of it, wait until I teach this bastard a lesson!" After Missionary Fu finished speaking, he kicked He Lingfan who fell to the ground, and then panted and picked up He Lingfan's collar and smashed He Lingfan's face a few times with his big fat head.

Blood flowed down He Lingfan's face like a waterfall, and the beads of blood dripping from his chin fell on the already peeling floor, splashing a splash of blood.

After beating He Lingfan, the Fu missionary kicked Zhuang Ge twice, and when it was over, he was already out of breath and sweating profusely, so he took a towel to wipe the sweat and threw the towel on He Lingfan and left, and when he left, he said angrily: "Bastard, I will see you again and beat you once in the future." At night, a candle was burning on the dining table, and Zhuang Ge and He Lingfan sat opposite each other.

Zhuang Ge looked at He Lingfan, who had a blue nose and swollen face in front of him, sighed and said, "Didn't I tell you, fists are useless." ”

"He has power, we only have fists, and we are helpless against him." He Lingfan looked at Zhuang Ge, who had a swollen eye in front of him, and lowered his head in shame.

Speechless all night..... now

"He Lingfan, promise me that you will live well." Zhuang Ge walked inside and took out a dusty wooden box from a drawer, which he carefully opened to reveal an old mask—a red Peking Opera mask.

Zhuang Ge put on his mask tremblingly, closing his eyes and feeling the feeling of the mask suppressing his breath after a long absence.

"Old friends, I'm coming to you soon." The missionary Fu of the Holy Spirit Church in the new city sat in the lobby, bored looking at the angel sculpture in front of him.

"When will I become the sect leader?" Fu Missionary shouted,

"When is the old man going to die?" With that, Missionary Fu threw the booklet in his hand to the ground.

At this time, the wooden door was gently pushed open, and a black figure appeared at the door, and the Fu missionary shouted without raising his head: "Rest now, come back tomorrow!" Listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer, the Fu missionary shouted impatiently, "Are you deaf?" He was originally domineering, and when he raised his head, he was instantly stunned.

Looking at the person with the red mask in front of him, he was stunned for a while, he can be regarded as a person who has seen the world, and he knows a little bit about the hypocrisy, in that era when the hypocrisy was just rampant.

"S-class..... 魃.... Hypocrisy. Missionary Fu trembled and said,

"Weren't you wiped out more than ten years ago......

"I used to mistakenly think that peace and charity were the mainstream, but I found that I was wrong, very wrong." Zhuang Ge said in a low voice,

"I have a secret to tell you, you won't live long."

"God! The Holy Spirit is here! Don't mess around! Missionary Fu pointed to the angel statue behind him and shouted.

Zhuang Ge smiled,

"The Holy Spirit is a joke to us, and we know where we come from." After saying that, Zhuang Ge put his right hand on the stomach of the missionary.

"Smack!" A blood-red firework explodes inside the church! The firelight illuminated the whole church, Zhuang Ge stood in the smoke and laughed lowly, as if it was raining blood in the church, and then Zhuang Ge simply lay down in the center of the church, letting the blood spill on his body.

"Born of fireworks! Die from fireworks! From a distance, the golden cathedral suddenly swelled, the surrounding golden walls collapsed outward, the spires collapsed one after another, and the last golden light shot straight into the sky, turning into a golden light that enveloped the entire four districts.