In recent years, the economic development of City B has been very rapid, with high-rise buildings rising from the ground, bustling and crowded, and the noise of a modern metropolis. As far as the eye can see, there is a bustling traffic.

But in the bustling city, there are also places that hide dirt and dirt, old and backward, as if abandoned by the world.

Changluo Street is one such place, located in the northwest corner of the city, which seems to have been forgotten in the urban construction and development.

The block just across the road from Changluo Street has been demolished and rebuilt. Changluo Street is still dilapidated and backward, with low houses crowded together and mountains of garbage. It is also a place where all kinds of low-level people of the three religions and nine streams of the city are mixed, and a place where darkness and sin breed.

Fat Li rented a store in a narrow alley on Changluo Street, and the storefront of less than 10 square meters was full of all kinds of messy things, which looked like a printing shop from the outside. The signboard at the entrance is a photocopy of the returned word.

Anyone who knows the door knows that Fat Lee's shop specializes in making fake certificates, and it is extremely realistic, enough to make the fake real.

But Fat Lee has an unwritten rule that he only accepts regular customers, or customers introduced by regular customers. If someone who doesn't know comes in, it will only be treated as an ordinary printing shop.

Fat Li, who was sleeping naked and naked on the folding bed in the store, was woken up by a sharp knock on the door.

Fat Li opened his sleepy eyes, turned over and opened the door with a scolding grin, he was huge, and he walked slowly and leisurely in these few steps, and he was also very laborious.

"Early in the morning, call the soul, Jiang..." Fat Li opened the door angrily, there was a man and a woman standing outside the door, and when he saw the person who came to knock on the door, the face that wrapped one eye with a strip of cloth, Fat Li's scolding words stopped suddenly, and his eyes that were not fully opened suddenly lit up.

"Ye Daxian, why are you here?" Fat Li's attitude has changed 180 degrees, and he is courteous and flattering.

The more people at the bottom of the mix, the more flattering and polite they are to those who have the ability. What's more, Ye Daxian once saved his life?

"Hurry in, please come in ......"

As soon as Ye Wuqing and the zombies returned to City B, they dared to come to Changluo Street, and on the way, they also took the sheep by the hand and stole two sets of clothes from under the windows of others to put on their bodies, so as not to run naked.

The zombie was tall and unusual for ordinary people, and the wide shirt was squeezed tightly on him, and he was forced to wear the effect of a tights. The trousers were also worn in cropped trousers.

Fat Li is a person Ye Wuqing met on Changluo Street, and his mouth is particularly strict. As soon as Ye Wuqing came back, his first reaction was to come to him.

Ye Wuqing is used to finding countless ways back for himself. Maybe you usually look down on an ordinary person, or inadvertently ordinary person, but at a critical moment can help you a lot.

Ye Wuqing dragged the zombie into the store, and the originally crowded store became even more crowded and depressing.

Under the bright incandescent light, Fat Li could see the zombie's face clearly.

The long TV star is even better-looking, his skin looks too white in the light, and he even has long hair.

Fat Li couldn't help but look at it a few more times, and when the other party's cold and dark eyes were faint, he came over. Fat Li was cold and his scalp was numb, and he was so frightened that he quickly looked away, and suddenly felt that the air around him was a lot colder, and it was swishing.

"Help me get him an ID." Ye Wuqing held the zombie tightly with his five fingers, although the zombie's face was unmoved, and his expressionless face looked calm, Ye Wuqing could feel the restlessness on his body.

Suddenly coming to an unfamiliar environment, as a thousand-year-old zombie, it is already remarkable that he did not go crazy and went berserk.

Fat Li glanced at the zombie, he has been doing this business for many years, Fat Li can control his mouth, do business and do business, and will never ask more nonsense.

Even if you are curious to death.

Fat Lee takes a picture of a zombie in a simple shed in the store, and the zombie almost kicks the device away during the photoshoot. If it weren't for Ye Wuqing holding her hand all the time, it would be estimated that this place would be demolished.

Fat Li took a photo in a cold sweat, "Master Ye, what's his name?" ”

Ye Wuqing glanced at the zombie, remembered the name mentioned on the inscription engraved on the wall of the zombie coffin by chance, and said casually: "His name is Feng Mu, Feng Huangfeng, and admires Mu." ”

This zombie was also a great character thousands of years ago, but it's a pity that the stars have changed and he has become a yin monster.

According to the information given by Ye Wuqing, he wrote it down, "Master Ye, when the documents are ready, I will send you to the old place." ”

Ye Wuqing nodded.

In the technological society, a zombie as big as Feng Mu follows her, and it will be very troublesome if she doesn't have a legal identity.

Ye Wuqing warned again and again before leaving: "This matter is troublesome for you to keep secret, and you can't reveal the slightest." ”

Fat Li patted his chest: "Don't worry, my Lao Li is doing things, master, don't worry, it's not a blow to the credit here for so many years." ”

Ye Wuqing's original mobile phone had long been broken and could not be used, and by the way, he bought a second-hand old mobile phone from Fat Li, and just after the phone card, he pulled the zombie to leave in a hurry while the sun had not come out.

Ye Wuqing came in a hurry, and he went in a hurry, if it weren't for Fat Li looking at the information to be recorded in his hand and the next business, as if no one had come just now.

"These masters...... It's always mysterious, and that man knows why he always feels so scared and cold......"

Fat Li muttered a few words and continued to work.

Zombie Feng Mu became a little irritable when he arrived at Bai, although the sunlight couldn't cause him much damage, but the things that belonged to the yin were particularly disgusted with yang energy, and it would be extremely uncomfortable to touch it, and it would damage the cultivation.

Ye Wuqing found a low-key and clean hotel to stay in, and the room fee was more than two hundred per night.

The room is not big, about ten square meters, with a large bed, and it looks quite clean. Ye Wuqing pulled up all the curtains, and a golden light had risen in the distance. Heavy curtains obscured the closing line outside.

Feng Mu pinched Ye Wuqing's fingers and refused to let go, Ye Wuqing reached out comfortingly and touched his face.

A zombie who has cultivated for thousands of years has recovered like a normal person in just a few days after waking up. The sharp fangs were retracted, and the dark and deep pupils could not see anything unusual. Except that the aura on his body feels a little colder, as long as he is not found to be cold by people in close contact and his heart is not beating, absolutely no one can see that this is not a person.

Feng Mu rubbed Ye Wuqing's palm, looking very happy, he opened his mouth and laughed, the fangs around him loomed, and his expression became more vivid.