The third prince was ordered to ambush and plan to assassinate the evil ghost of a small vendor surnamed Zhang. There were three giant foxes in front of him, and the third prince brought some more little fairy monsters and hurried away to the national trade.

Guomao is the largest shopping mall in the provincial capital, and there are hundreds of small shops and stalls around Guomao, forming an economically developed trading area. Lao Zhang was one of the first laid-off workers in the automobile factory, and with a one-time compensation of 10,000 yuan from his unit, he set up a clothing stall next to the International Trade Center to sell imitation imported clothing made in Shenzhen. Business was good in the first two years, but as more and more people worked in this industry, the small business that was once thriving became more and more difficult.

The third prince incarnated into the human form of a beautiful young man, wandering around the market. Seeing Lao Zhang sitting behind Mazha smoking, he turned around, "Uncle, how do you sell this jacket?"

Lao Zhang didn't look up "ten yuan"

"It's a little more expensive, can it be cheap" The third prince basically had nothing to say.

Lao Zhan looked up, and the young man in front of him looked pink and white, and he couldn't help but like in his heart, "Student, nine yuan and five, it can't be cheap." ”

The third prince had no money in his pocket, so he dealt with it casually, and then left in a hurry. He hid in an alley not far away, quietly watching the every move of Lao Zhang and the people around him. The flow of people shuttled, coming and going, people came and went in a hurry, and no one would take a second look at the sloppy and bearded old Zhang.

There were three good-looking boys walking in the crowd, and when they saw that no one was paying attention, they hurriedly slipped to the third prince's side and reported, "In charge, I didn't find the situation." The third prince covered his nose and scolded, "You smell like a fox, why don't you find a bathhouse to wash and cover it with more soap?" ”

The servant laughed embarrassedly, "Time is pressing, where is it too late." ”

"Are there any demons in the crowd?"

"I didn't find it," the three foxes shook their heads in unison, "In broad daylight, the yang energy here is heavy, how can there be ghosts coming out." ”

The third prince reminded them, "Boy, there are many existences that you don't know. This time, the harmful things are tangible and qualitative, they can be big or small, but they don't have to be ghosts. ”

"Let's pay more attention," the couple agreed and dispersed.

As soon as he finished explaining to the little fairies, when the third prince turned his head to look at the small stall again, there was a man wearing a peaked cap and a beige windbreaker in front of Lao Zhang's stall, and the brim of the hat was low over his eyebrows, making it difficult to distinguish his appearance. The man whispered something to Lao Zhang, and Lao Zhang's expression changed from calm to nervous, and then a little flustered. The man handed Lao Zhang a ten-yuan unitary, picked up a scarf and left.

Lao Zhang took the money musmoly, put it in his pocket with an expressionless face, and walked towards the depths of the alley in a daze.

The third prince saw it in his eyes and was suspicious, so he hurriedly called two foxes to follow the man in the beige windbreaker, and he followed closely behind Lao Zhang. Lao Zhang staggered, shuttling in and out of the alley, and the third prince followed him not far away, until Lao Zhang walked to a dilapidated rental house, shivered, took out the key, opened the door and entered. The third prince jumped on the roof, made a monkey to catch the moon, hooked his feet in the cracks of the roof, and came down upside down, peeking into every move in the room from the small window.

Lao Zhang's expression was dumb, and he muttered "I'm at the limit, I'm at the limit."

As he spoke, he rummaged through the cupboards, found a bundle of hemp rope in his hand, carried a bench to the main hall, climbed up the bench with a shudder, tied the hemp rope to the beam, and tied a dead knot. He grabbed the hemp rope with both hands, pulled it under his chin, and stopped. Lao Zhang slowly climbed off the stool, ran to the front of the small cabinet and rummaged around, and finally found a photo.

The third prince has good eyesight, and it is a black and white photo of a little girl. Lao Zhang burst into tears, "Girl, you're gone, what's the point of Dad being alive, Dad is going, you are waiting for Dad over there" After speaking, he put the photo in his arms and went to find a rope.

At this moment, the door creaked, and through the gaps in the four frames that were not tightly closed, a sticky transparent liquid was squeezed in, like a huge bucket of glue jars overturned in the next room, these liquids seemed to have life, they squirmed and searched, and came across a piece of glue, and finally glued into three large balls. Three clumps of slime staggered to their feet, turning into human form. The three transparent people didn't speak, grabbed Lao Zhang's collar, grabbed him by the neck, and forcibly pressed him to the ground.

A transparent man rolled up a hammer with sticky limbs and smashed it at the top of Lao Zhang's head.

The third prince couldn't wait any longer, he flew up a finger, a blue light flashed, and the finger tip of the transparent man holding the hammer fell to the ground along with the hammer. The third prince simply appeared, broke through the glass and rushed into the hut, and fought with the three transparent people. The third prince found that he was fighting with the glue bucket, and these guys seemed to have heads and feet, but no matter what they cut off, the amputated limbs could still grow, and the stumps that fell on the ground could also crawl to the master and melt into them.

The third prince boasted that he had never lost against the demons and immortals in ten formations, but in the face of these three things that could not be killed or cut, he couldn't help but feel furious in his heart. What is this? He remembered that Bao Zi had said that this thing was easy to fight, and a sword almost killed him, it seemed that the short sword given by Yang Xiu in Bao Zi's hand was enough to restrain them, and the long sword he brought from the Dragon Palace had no effect. If you continue to fight like this, it's no wonder that you don't exhaust the little vitality in your stomach!

But Lao Zhang turned a blind eye to the battle between the four people, he still looked sluggish, walked slowly to the stool, climbed onto the bench, and continued to commit suicide.

The third prince couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart, he had to pull out and fly out of a sword wave, breaking the rope hanging on the beam, Lao Zhang threw himself forward unsteadily and fell to the ground, and suddenly fell unconscious, and the third prince was distracted and was hugged by three glue monsters, and the third prince was suddenly wrapped in a viscous liquid and turned into a huge amber.

This is to suffocate yourself! The third prince couldn't move his hands and feet, and secretly said in his heart that he was smart, and he would die in a glue bucket in the end, and he was probably the most chilling dragon in Dongsheng Shenzhou.

There was a dog barking in the yard, and a black dog jumped into the house like lightning, barking in a low voice, and the three glue monsters saw this and let go of the third prince and rushed out of the door. The third prince regained consciousness, and when he saw this, he had a whim, brandished his long sword and made a wave sweep, cut off one of the legs of the monster closest to him, picked up the stump and threw it into the jar of Lao Zhang's pickled cabbage, pressed the mouth of the water tank with a large glass, and saw that the stump was fluttering in the sour water tank, but he couldn't escape.

At the same time, a group of policemen rushed into the courtyard, and the third prince hurriedly hid and hung upside down on the eaves.

The leader was Liu Daguang, as soon as he entered the smashed house, he saw Lao Zhang fainting on the ground, there was no one in the house, and there seemed to be a ten-pound fish fluttering in the water tank, and he suddenly felt very weird. He quickly arranged for the police to cordon off the scene, and asked the forensic doctor to find a large glass jar and throw the wet thing that resembled Tai Sui into the jar. Lao Zhang was sent to the health center to be bandaged, and the police were arranged to keep a close watch.

Everything stopped, Liu Daguang breathed a long sigh of relief, "Baozi, this kid has two hits, and he also fucking flying pigeons." ”