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I was dizzy from the bumps in the buggy, and I vaguely heard a sinister laugh outside, and then I heard a grunt on the roof of the car, as if something had fallen on it.

I hurriedly looked into the roof of the car and saw a swarthy claw piercing directly through the roof of the car, scratching everywhere inside the car.

The claws were like human hands, but they were purple in color and withered. The claw reached out and grabbed Li Sanming, but it was twisted by Zhang Wuren's stick.

Li Sanming turned the steering wheel suddenly, the thing on it screamed, and the injured claws hurriedly retracted, not knowing where it was thrown by inertia.

Zhang Wuren opened the car window, and the crossbow shot outside, and he yelled in his mouth, go quickly!

Li Sanming didn't have time to feel sorry for the car, he accelerated again, the accelerator had almost been stepped on by him, and the car rushed out in an instant.

I struggled to get up from the ground, just in time to see a figure clutching the car window, his body floating outside the car like a paper figure. Probably sensing that I was looking at him, he looked up and showed a demented mask.

Then he let out a strange laugh at me and said, "You are destined to be a sacrifice to the Bodhisattva, and it is better to enjoy it than to resist......

Zhang Wufu scolded, enjoy your grandma's mouth! A stick hit the hand of the idiot-faced masked man, and this time the idiot-faced masked man let go violently and fell on the road without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

I looked behind me through the window, and there were still a few dark shadows chasing after me. However, at this time, the off-road vehicle had reached a speed of more than 90 kilometers per hour, and those black shadows were finally thrown away without a trace.

There was silence in the car, save for the whining of the engine. After a long while, Zhang Wuyi said, what the is going on!

He picked up his phone and started calling, and I noticed that he was dialing the phone number left by Colonel Diming. It's just that this broken trumpet is still the same as usual, but no one answers.

Zhang Wu was so angry that he almost dropped his phone. I was afraid that something would go wrong with him, so I hurriedly said, Lao Zhang, calm down. After we find the corpse painter, we will hurry back to Shijiazhuang, let's not care about this at all. If Colonel Di Ming dares to find Shijiazhuang, he will beat his out in minutes.

Zhang Wuren took a deep breath and said, can I not be in a hurry? Your face has become like this, I can't fucking do anything about it! Deadcult! Deadcult! provoked Lao Tzu, and I will fight him to the end in this life!

Li Sanming looked in the rearview mirror and said, now that the sky is almost dawn, the other party will definitely not dare to catch up. Let's hope you'll have a little better luck this time.

By the time dawn, we had already driven to the town of Wutong. However, Li Sanming didn't go home at all, and went directly to the Fuzhao Expressway. Li Sanming said that when he used to pick up work in Fuzhou City, he once met a corpse painter. But the corpse painter doesn't have a fixed place to live, so this time it's up to luck.

I was curious and said, "Don't have a fixed residence?" Fuzhou City is so big, how do you find people? And there is no fixed residence, which means that it is impossible for people to live in Fuzhou all year round, what if it is empty?

Li Sanming said very firmly that if he was still in Fuzhou, he would definitely be able to find him.

Zhang Wuren asked, what kind of person is he? Age? Hobby? Temper? The more we know, the more confident we are that he will help us draw corpses.

Li Sanming said that the man was probably in his fifties, well, on the outside, he was a sloppy homeless man. Sometimes he carried a dirty picture clip, sometimes a snakeskin bag. I really don't know what my hobbies are, but my temper is very stubborn, and I recognize one thing, even nine cows can't pull it back.

In addition, everyone called him garbage Liu, if he was still in Fuzhou, he could find it by going to the place where the homeless gathered.

I was amazed and said, bum? This kind of person with great skills wants to make money easily and simply, how can he be a bum? Are all corpse painters virtuous?

Li Sanming said while driving, who knows. There are only eight corpse painters in Fujian, and he is the only one who has really met. But I've heard people say that he seems to be atoning for his sins, and I don't know exactly what sin he atoned for.

Generally, people with ability have a little quirk, which is already the consensus in the circle. Corpse painting is the most mysterious and powerful group of people in Fujian, and it seems that they are not mavericks and sorry for their identity. So we weren't surprised, but took advantage of this time to sleep in the car for a while.

When I woke up, the car had already entered the city of Fuzhou.

As a local head snake, Li Sanming also knows a lot about Fuzhou. He first drove to Fuzhou's largest homeless settlement, the legendary garbage treatment plant. It is said that Li Sanming was the corpse painter he saw here.

The temperature in Fuzhou is on the high side, so the smell in this garbage treatment plant is naturally unpleasant. But we didn't care about anything else, so we packed up our things and got out of the car to find someone. Li Sanming told me that there are two things that corpse painters do not leave in their hands, one is a dirty painting folder, and the other is an arm-long paintbrush.

If you don't have a clip, you must have a brush. It is possible that the brush is carried in a snakeskin bag or on the back. If you're empty-handed, you basically don't have to look at it alone.

We both nodded and got out of the car. It's just that when I got out of the car, the sun was shining on my face and it hurt, and I knew that it wasn't actually shining on my face, but on my soul.

Zhang Wuren untied the red rope from my body, but the scriptures made of silk were firmly tied to my face, leaving only a pair of eyes. Fortunately, it stinks here, and many people cover their mouths and noses, and my dress is not eye-catching.

In order to save time, the three of us split up to find it. Anyway, the place is so big, if you can't find the garbage Liu, just change to a garbage treatment plant. As a result, I had only walked a few steps when I saw two cars parked on the road next to the garbage dump.

It's not strange that there are cars in this place, but the strange thing is that these two cars are so eye-catching.

One is a fiery red McLaren 12C and the other is a black and sedate Range Rover.

These two cars add up to four or five million dollars, so what are you doing in the garbage dump? Could it be that the rich people in Fuzhou have different tastes and like the tune of the garbage dump?

McLaren came down with a young man in a bag, wearing sunglasses, a white casual suit, and most importantly a pink face and a green handkerchief in his hand.

Coming down from the Range Rover are four men in security uniforms. They move neatly and have capable eyes, and they know at a glance that they are from military backgrounds. The young man waved his hand and said, find it for me! Remember, be respectful to people, whoever dares to offend his old man will pick up his clothes and get out of the Hongao Group! Do you understand?

The four men said yes and immediately walked towards the garbage dump. And the young man took out a golden mobile phone, dialed the phone and said, Dad, I'm here. I understand! Be respectful, respectful, and never offend. Well, you wait for my good news!

Probably aware that I had been watching him, the young man snorted at me, rolled his eyes, and walked into the garbage dump with his nose pinched. My heart is broken, it can't be such a coincidence, right? They're also here to find a corpse painter?

This kind of person looks like the rich second generation of a certain group, and he personally came to the stinky garbage dump, definitely not to play. Judging from the tone of the phone call just now, his purpose should be the same as ours.

I suddenly had two big heads, Hongao Group is the leading group in Fuzhou, if they find the garbage Liu first, it is estimated that there will be no share of us. You must know that the only hope for me and Zhang Wuren now is this legendary corpse painter, and no matter what, we can't let them find someone first.

After thinking for a while, I hurriedly turned a corner, took out my mobile phone and told Zhang Wuren and Li Sanming. Zhang Wuren only said hurry up, and immediately find a way to take someone away first. But Li Sanming was taken aback and said, Hongao Group? The Yang family?

I was about to say yes, but I heard Li Sanming groan, and then he said angrily, who the are you? Why hit me?

There was a sneer on the other end of the phone, followed by a busy beep. It's like the phone was snatched and forcibly hung up.