The sudden change made Zhang Heming disheartened, Zhang Heming didn't know what to do, what should he do? Zhang Heming scratched his head vigorously.

Now Ziyi hates herself, and she doesn't know what to do when she sees herself? didn't dare to talk to her, just looked at her from a distance, watching that the relationship between Lao Bi and her had become good, Zhang Heming was even more envious, jealous and hateful, and blamed himself for the wrong things.

Even, Lao Bi has been showing off in front of Zhang Heming, what she and Ziyi talk about every day, she is very angry when she listens to it.

"Talk about it, don't give me a, what's the big deal, it's not a chat, is it? Cut. ”

"I said Lao Zhang, this is your fault, how can you say that, I know that you are envious of me, and even more jealous of my relationship with her, you have a disease."

Zhang Heming glanced at him and said disdainfully. He smiled and continued: "If you can't eat grapes, you can say grape acid syndrome." ”

"Fart, nonsense, I'm going to envy you? I...... I envy you, I'm a pig. ”

"Oh, you admit it, it's nothing, your eyes have betrayed you. Alright, I know you're uncomfortable, don't hold on. ”

This old man likes to sprinkle cumin on Zhang Heming's wounds. To be honest, Zhang Heming was envious in his heart.

Even when he went out with Mu Ziyi, Zhang Heming's heart was like a knife piercing his eardrums, piercing his heart.

After listening too much, Zhang Heming didn't want to listen to it, so he stood up from his seat, sneered, patted his ass and left.

"Cut, dumper, you give me a hard, I don't listen, it's my business."

In the next few weeks, Zhang Heming didn't take the initiative to find Ziyi, let alone say it, even if I saw her, I didn't see her.

Even Ziyi's broadcast, Zhang Heming didn't want to listen to it, it felt boring, he hated me, Zhang Heming had to ignore her anymore, saying that she ignored her own price, but would she ignore Zhang Heming? Apparently not.

At the cultural and art festival next week, some students signed up for cultural performances, and Ziyi and Shen Mingkun performed male and female choruses. In music class, Ms. Lin helped them rehearse the show. Everyone was watching them sing below.

When Zhang Heming saw the two of them, his eyebrows flickered, and he even wanted to say in his heart that Ziyi sang the same as the old hen.

Listening to the singing of the two of them singing like a pig screaming, Zhang Heming didn't want to see them, let alone hear their voices.

Zhang Heming said hatefully in his heart: "Singing a fart is the same as a hen calling spring." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Heming was even more jealous, and said to the music teacher: "Teacher, I have some discomfort and I want to go to the toilet." ”

Obviously, the teacher ignored Zhang Heming, and when she heard it, she left her seat and walked outside, glancing at these two people as she left.

Zhang Heming muttered in his mouth: "What to sing, Shen Mingkun sings like a broken electric fan, so ugly and sings with Ziyi, he is not worthy at all." ”

I didn't want to go to this class, and I felt distraught when I heard them sing.

Zhang Heming came to the playground, sat alone on the chair next to him, looked at the people on the playground, looked up at the sky at forty-five degrees, and found that the sky was blue, but Zhang Heming's heart was upset.

It was almost time for school to end, Zhang Heming returned to class, and the teacher saw me coming back, scolded Zhang Heming, was deducted moral education points, and walked around in class without permission.

Buckle it, buckle it, be fearless, cut, Lao Tzu disdains you.

Zhang Heming was riding a bicycle, humming a song in his mouth, riding on the way home, just arrived at the intersection in front, there were many people blocked in front, the blocked water could not be drained, and Zhang Heming didn't know what was going on.

Police cars and ambulances came, and the cordon was raised, and I don't know if there was a traffic accident.

Zhang Heming pushed the bicycle and pushed it to the front, people always have curiosity, and when they saw people blocking people, they aroused Zhang Heming's curiosity, and they also wanted to see what was going on.

Zhang Heming probed the crowd and looked into the cordon, where he saw several forensic doctors taking pictures with cameras, and some policemen were maintaining order.

The people next to him were talking, and Zhang Heming saw a terrifying scene, and saw a corpse lying on the ground, dry, a woman's corpse.

It felt like a balloon without air, just like an inflatable doll without gas, but the deceased had no bones, and what was lying on the ground was a complete human skin. The human skin had a cut in its back, and there was no wound elsewhere.

Zhang Heming thought to himself, "Wow! What a shocking case! This killing method is really powerful, I have only seen human skin in novels before, and now it is really creepy to appear. ”

At this time, in the bustling crowd, a policeman walked in and said to a middle-aged policeman: "Team Liu, a pile of white bones was found in Xianshan Cemetery. ”

Afterwards, the police carried the body away, and everyone talked about it one by one, and some of them covered their eyes in fear.

When Zhang Heming subconsciously looked at the place where the corpse was lying, he felt a faint black gas.

Then the crowd seemed to leave, and the street returned to its original state.

At dinner in the evening, Zhang Heming heard his parents talking about the human skin at the intersection when they were chatting.

Zhang Heming heard a rough idea, that is, when he came back at noon, he saw the human skin at the intersection, which was what Zhang Heming's parents said, and it seemed to be his friend's daughter.

For this matter, Zhang Heming still feels very scared, so if you think about a person pulling bones and peeling skin alive, it feels very terrifying to think about that scene.

Zhang Heming also remembered Huang Qiusheng's "Human Meat Barbecued Pork Bun", could it be that he helped people kill them to make barbecued pork buns......

This Friday, Zhang Heming is going to the master's house to learn Maoshan art again, Zhang Heming came to the master's grocery store as soon as he got out of school, and when he came to the store, the master was reading the newspaper with his eyes on, and of course he was very serious.

Zhang Heming casually took a bag of potato chips and ate it, "The master is doing a small business, and a pack of potato chips is two yuan and five." ”

"Master, you're too picky, your apprentice will eat a bag of potato chips." Zhang Heming said while eating.

The master smiled and continued: "Eat, for the sake of the master and you are joking, you should not have eaten yet!" There's still food in the kitchen, so go eat it. ”

"Yes, master."

Zhang Heming immediately ran towards the kitchen, began to eat, and ate a few bites of the master's cooking, hey, it tastes good and delicious, Zhang Heming puffed out his cheeks and said to the master: "Master, the food you cooked is not bad." ”

"After eating, draw me a talisman, and you will draw me five talismans tonight."

"Master, don't mind, you have to know that I can't even draw one at all, how can you ask me to draw five in one breath."

Suddenly, the master was unhappy, glared at Zhang Heming, and instantly coaxed himself.

"Okay, master, can't I draw?" Zhang He said in his heart, the teacher assigned homework again, and he hadn't done it well, and now he asked himself to draw talismans, which is really too difficult......

For the cultivation of Maoshan Technique, the master was very strict with Zhang Heming, and Zhang Heming was very afraid of the master's stern eyes.

As long as Zhang Heming didn't do any steps well, and the spell and trick were wrong, the master would let Zhang Heming start all over again, until he was satisfied.

“……”