"Dad, what kind of fugitive did you help capture?"

Yongyong held his cheeks and tried to think about it for a while, then picked up his chopsticks and dipped them in the tea next to him, and drew them on the table.

This behavior once again shocked the prison painting.

Although my father is clumsy, his painting skills are even more clumsy. But the moment he picked up the chopsticks, he didn't hesitate at all.

Natural and firm, it seems to be a natural reflex.

Dad, he's changed.

At this moment, Xue Yan's phone rang.

After answering the phone, Xue Yan said to the prison painting with some embarrassment: "This matter was done by the ghost emperor who closed the ghost gate. ”

It's really a big man's doing...... The two of them have been here for a long time, and they were slapped in the face in an instant.

Both of them were a little embarrassed, and at the same time silently scolded the big man in their hearts. You sell favors to your subordinates, as for picking and searching like this? Cause them to speculate here for a long time.

"Ahem...... Well, this, Lord Door God said, now the eyes planted in the various strongholds in the yang world are in deficit, and there are many pits and few radishes, so the recruitment has been expanded. Uncle was able to catch that ghost, which means that he can be qualified for the job of a ghost, and he can just fill a position in the yang world. ”

He looked at his father, who was concentrating on drawing on the table, again. He hung his head, holding a peanut in his left hand and chopsticks in his right hand, as if he were holding a brush.

If you freeze the current picture, and then let the P picture master turn the chopsticks into a brush, the peanuts into a wine jug, and then change my father into an ancient costume, there is absolutely no sense of disobedience.

After this idea was born, the prison painting broke out in a cold sweat again.

Really, there is no sense of disobedience. Even, you can vaguely see a sense of spirit, not the kind of elegance of literati and ink writers tasting wine, painting flowers and plants, but a kind of elegance

The wanton swagger after the booze

It's not about flowers and plants

It's the country.

This...... Is it her dad?

"The door god also said......"

The prison painting retracted his thoughts and listened carefully to what Xue Yan was going to say next. After all, the favor has been stuffed to you, and it's your business whether you take it or not, and I've already given it to you anyway. Now it's time to get to the bottom of what I'm going to ask you to do. Generally, the relationship sells you personal affection, but it just wants to have a good relationship with you as a lubricant in the future. But the sudden gift of the leader is still this kind of can't be put on the table, so naturally there is something wrong.

"It was said that I received a soul by mistake before, although it was heinous, but Yang Shou was collected before it was finished, it was not in accordance with the rules, and I had to send it back from me, and I will naturally be punished when Yang Shou runs out in the future."

"It's a business matter, can you do it?" Prison painting quietly snorted at his father. The implication is that a leader can bribe his subordinates for official business? The ghost who collects ghosts in the yang world is not a judge, he doesn't know how much Yangshou he is, and he is not a doctor, whether he is a fake death or a real death or an out-of-body sleepwalk, where can it be so good? When I was collecting my soul, I was anxious about my performance, and it was common to make mistakes.

"The ghost who handled this soul is a descendant of an old friend of his, and he is at a critical juncture of promotion inspection, if he is punished for this matter at this juncture, I am afraid that he will make a note in the small book in the future, and it will be difficult to get rid of the identity of the ordinary ghost difference."

It's no wonder. It's not that the leader can't deal with it, but the leader wants to deal with it quietly and send the unlucky ghost away. You come softly, and you go gently, don't

Take away a cloud, and don't even bother the descendants of my old friend to be petty officials.

That's it. However, prison painting always felt that something was strange.

"Is this going to be dealt with in secret?"

Xue Yan nodded.

"But your ten halls only have the road to life. That unlucky ghost walked away from you, can you still return the yang? ”

"Of course not from me."

"Then I'm looking for you to do ......"

Prison Painting suddenly stopped talking. She suddenly understood why this adult had to bribe Xue Yan's father-in-law, and he had to arrange for this old man to go to the yang world.

Dare to love him, he is not bribing Xue Yan.

It's bribing yourself......

A generation of ghost emperors actually tried to bribe her as a pawn. It's easy to inflate this feeling.

However, today, after a series of "adventures", I am still immersed in the thriller mood and have not come out, and it is difficult to enter the state so quickly. Subconsciously, she felt that life was full of thrillers. Including this kind of "heavenly responsibility" of the fortunate.

The news of driving into the underworld by himself has obviously reached the ears of the higher-ups. This gave the prison painting a kind of creepy chill. Although, there is no rule that says that you are not allowed to drive in the prefecture or sell things in the prefecture, but if you feel that you can't stand it, you will get a new policy every minute to kill you.

She is a small person who does a small business and can't withstand the wind and waves.

Fortunately, now the big guys think you're still useful. Use your car to send a secret person, and you can say whether to send it or not.

If you don't send it, the first day may be calm. But on the second and third day, there may be a decree from above to regulate the traffic management of the prefecture and prohibit motor vehicles from taking the sidewalk.

But the government has never built a motorway.

A small business, I can't afford to hurt it.

When I send it......

If there is one, there are two. There are two, there are three. The big guy's secret is burdened, and he may crush himself to death one day.

Even if you don't think about the consequences, if he is useful to you, that is, if you take advantage of each other's pleasant state of mind, that's fine. But the other party is obviously of no use to himself. Prison painting asked himself, he didn't want his father to be a civil servant, and he didn't expect the people above to help him avenge his hatred. In this case, cooperation is extremely passive.

It's kind of persecuted.

I don't want to do it, but I can't do it yet.

"Want to give me a ride?" Prison painting asked knowingly.

Xue Yan nodded.

"I can send it, but I can say okay, I won't help people return the yang." If you want to hide the secrets of the big guy, then pull another one into the water. Later, when the boss felt that it was not good to kill the secret of being known, he found that there was more than one person to kill, and he might not bother to kill it.

At the very least, it's good to pull one into the water.

"The door god said, don't worry about this, wait for the uncle to be the eye, and the yin will teach. When the time comes, let my uncle deliver ......"

Exercise!

It is not enough to express the mood at this moment.

It's not enough to pull you into the water, if you want to pull it, you can pull your whole family. You, your husband, your old man, live together.

The favor of the ghost emperor is really not so easy to accept. Even, the thing that made my father a ghost was not a favor or a bribe at all, just to pull his whole family into the water to make a foreshadowing.

"You...... How about the relationship with that door god? ”

Xue Yan didn't know why Prison Painting suddenly asked

, but still nodded obediently: "It's okay." ”

When I asked about it, I felt as if I had asked in vain. Xue Yan, who is kind to others, probably has a good relationship with anyone.

"Hasn't the underworld been too peaceful lately?" Prison painting asked again.

Xue Yan was confused when asked: "Taiping! What's wrong? ”

Prison Painting nodded and said, "It's good to be peaceful, it's good to be peaceful." She wouldn't explain to Xue Yan that she was afraid that people would take advantage of the chaos to bring her family to the pot. After all, in the absence of any major turmoil and struggle with Zheng Zhi, no one would take out a senior Hades in order to keep such a small secret.

Worth.

Provided, of course, that it's really a little secret.

"Okay. You can call me when you want to deliver it, and I'll pick it up. ”

Xue Yan nodded. And at this time, the graffiti on the table of Prison is finally finished.

When he looked down, he couldn't help but gasp.

Although it is said that painting with chopsticks dipped in tea does not expect to draw any beautiful paintings,

But!

Don't you want to be so ugly!

Recalling that he had just made up his brain to make up the free and easy picture of his old man wantonly depicting the country after drinking, he felt that he must have been stupid by menopause, so he would create such a magnificent image for his father.

It's really ugly. She remembered that when she was a child, there was a mantra among her peers who painted an old man Ding: an old man Ding owed me two marbles, I said three days to pay it back, he said four days to pay it back, I went to his house to go around. Three leeks are three cents and three, a piece of tofu is six cents and six, and a string of rock sugar gourds is seven cents and seven, Lao Tzu is the old man Ding.

The old man Ding that he drew according to the formula at that time may be better looking than the person in this painting.

It's just that Old Man Ding painted a "three" on his forehead,

This person has an "X" drawn on his forehead.

"Dad, is the ghost you caught surnamed Ding?"

Yong was stunned by the prison painting. Obviously, he didn't know Old Man Ding's formula, and he wouldn't understand what kind of relatives the person in this painting was with Old Man Ding.

"I don't know, I'm a stick figure so you can recognize it?"

Draw a firm forehead.

"I confessed ...... mistake"

"Daughter, don't look at my father's simple painting, but where I change my seriousness is that I draw very seriously. You see, this forehead x. ”

"This ghost has a tattoo on his forehead?"

"There's a hole."

“……”

I really want to ask, then why don't you draw a hole? But seeing the confident expression on his father's face, he swallowed the words back.

If you like it, it's fine.

"And, prison painting, look at this hair."

The prison painting took a closer look at it again. On the top of the head of the "old man Ding" there are three hairs. But because the hair was drawn very long, in a circle along the face, the prison painting did not recognize it as hair at first.

"He has three long, long hairs on his head?"

"Who said there were three? This is a stick figure, and three roots means many roots. He was a man with long hair. ”

“……”

"As long as the painting has a soul, don't care about these details. Our country pays attention to freehand painting, and it is better to take photos to save trouble. ”

Prison Painting and Xue Yan raised their heads at the same time to glance at Jian Yong, and then glanced at the words on the table, silently erasing their eyes.

It's good if you're happy.