Human greed is not endless, but it is difficult to satisfy. Because of greed for this thing, it will automatically upgrade. When you don't have money, you think, I'll stop when I make a million and enjoy the rest of my life. But how many millionaires have been born, and very few have heard of people actually quitting. They will continue to work hard with the goal of 10 million.

Fang Linkong's evaluation of this kind of hope is very simple, it is just a matter of looking at Shu. Of course he's talking about himself.

After two months of summer vacation life, Fang Linkong should have felt that it was worth it.

He went on a trip to Tibet Province with a few netizens who had never met before, touched yaks, seen purebred Tibetan mastiffs, met lamas, and soaked butter tea. The two-month journey not only made it thrilling and exciting, but also opened a new chapter in his life, making Fang Linkong's originally positive attitude towards life more upward.

However, just like Fang Linkong's evaluation of greed, Fang Linkong still regretted that he could not leave the contact information of the Tibetan girl.

The clear sky, the melodious singing, the beautiful grassland, and the pure and immaculate girl, Dawa Yangzong, dressed in traditional Tibetan costume, are like a fairy fluttering, so that Fang Linkong has a stronger appreciation for the tour guide himself than the scenery. However, he quickly saw through Fang Linkong's unscrupulous ambitions, and although Dawa Yangzong was full of smiles, he did not give Fang Linkong any opportunity to take advantage of. In the end, except for knowing that this beautiful Tibetan girl was a first-year freshman in the art department of the Central University of Nationalities, I could not find any reliable information.

As a sophomore in high school, Fang Linkong wanted to enter the university to pick up girls, and he had to wait for a year and a half, which made him very frustrated.

On the morning of the first day of school, Fang Linkong hurriedly got off the train. Back in a familiar city, his mood was much lighter. Looking at his watch, he realized that he didn't even have time to go home. In desperation, Fang Linkong had no choice but to look at the vicissitudes of life, and rushed to the school dressed like a Tibetan.

Although Fang Lin was empty, he matched his tall figure of one hundred and eighty-four centimeters and his sturdy physique exercised by year-round exercise. He still looks like a sunny boy with a bit of flavor. Physically, he was a little tired, but Fang Linkong was in good spirits.

Seeing Fang Linkong appear, the teachers suddenly became lively.

The teacher hadn't come to class yet, put down his backpack, and Fang Linkong began to talk with his classmates with a smile.

This time I went to Tibet Province and heard an old legend, do you want to hear it?"

Fang Linkong's dress looked very special on campus. The mountaineering boots and military belts that were equipped for tourism, coupled with Fang Linkong's originally slightly wild face, had a very temperamental smile.

Wen Yi, who was chubby, was the first to hug Fang Linkong for a while. Tut-tsk sarcastically said: "Fang Linkong, your kid didn't call a wolf to eat in Tibetan Province, and he actually returned it!

Lu Mingxia, a member of the study committee next to her, pursed her lips and said in a playful voice: "If you have any experience, tell everyone about it." Look at how many successful husbands you have learned in the Potala Palace. ”

Fang Linkong casually sat on Lu Mingxia's desk and said with a grin: "Listen to me tell you an ancient story! Do you know why the Buddha Group smiled back then?"

With a weird smile, Fang Linkong shook his head after everyone. continued: "There's an allusion to this. It is said that when the Buddha preached the scriptures, he often fell into the sky and was eloquent, and the dead said that they were alive and the living were dead. The disciples, Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and bhikshus were all puzzled, and only Makakaya smiled silently. stepped forward to whisper a few words to the Buddha, handed over an object, and then the Buddha group left their seats happily. He said that he did not preach the scriptures. The next day, that is, he was promoted to the head of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and his salary was raised by one level. You must know that learning from the West is a national-level diplomatic visit. Dozens of countries often organize delegations to come to pay for reading. The director of this scripture pavilion is a hot fat shortage, and countless bodhisattvas and arhats are staring at it. This position can not only make friends with the powerful people of various countries, but also be of great benefit to the political future in the future. And you can also receive gifts from countless foreign friends. Among them, the most famous gift is the purple gold bowl given by the Tang Dynasty diplomatic envoy, Chen Xuanzang Sanzang monk. ”

Someone asked Ka Ye afterwards, how did he understand his surname so much at that time, and he was able to figure out the inner secrets of the Buddha. He replied, 'I saw the monkey of the Monkey King inviting the Buddha to make a hot pot in Australia. You think, if the Buddha group is a perennial vegetarian stomach, it can withstand such greasy deliciousness. Sure enough, the next day, the Buddha had a stomach upset on the podium. You can look for only flowers and fruits offered by believers. How can this thing be used? Thinking that the Buddha was an extremely shy person, and he was plain and serious, how could he be embarrassed to say that this flower is too small to open its belly, and who has a larger banana leaf for me. I could only hint to everyone, smiling at the flowers, but I took the lead and offered a roll of high-quality toilet paper. 'All the arhats and bodhisattvas were all in a daze. ”

At the end of Fang Linkong's speech, there was already a boo in the classroom, and the girls couldn't help but laugh crisply, and the slight sense of strangeness that they hadn't seen each other during the summer vacation had long been gone.

Just as his mouth was foaming, Fang Linkong suddenly heard Ma Jingjie, who was sitting at the door, shouting in a strange tone: "Fang Linkong! someone is looking for you...... Hey, hey!"

Fang Linkong looked at his old friend and smiled quite silverly, he couldn't help muttering a few words in his heart, and walked towards the door of the classroom, but scolded in his heart: "Who is so shy? Come in and call me if you look for me, why make it so mysterious." also asked Ma Jingjie to summon this guy again. ”

Looking at Ma Jingjie's expression, Fang Linkong knew that it must be a certain girl who came to find him. He couldn't figure out who it was. Just now he was so focused on slandering the Buddha group that he didn't notice who was at the door just now.

Fang Linkong walked out of the classroom, and before he could look left and right, a thick paper envelope had already been handed to him.

"Your email, I was on campus during the summer vacation. I took it for you, and I sent it to you when school started today. ”

"Hmm, is that you?"

Fang Linkong was not surprised that he had an email, but he was greatly surprised by the person who sent the email.

He attended eight classes in the first middle school and the second year of high school. The girls with outstanding looks have long been ranked by the perverts, and Ding Qingya is one of them. Ding Qingya belongs to the kind of girl who is usually very proud, and Fang Linkong has never had a chance to get close.

Today, Ding Qingya seems to have dressed up a little, and she is still dressed in her usual elegant attire, with no fancy decoration on her body. A light yellow dress just past the knees, revealing snow-white calves. On his feet, he wore a pair of delicate sandals, revealing his jade-like toes. After thinking about it, the shoulder-length black hair is tied into a ponytail, and the delicate face is very pretty.

However, Fang Linkong looked at Ding Qingya's face and didn't look very friendly. hurriedly said calmly: "Thank you!" didn't dare to talk nonsense. Hurriedly took the mail. Ding Qingya is notoriously cold in school, and she never pretends to boys, and Fang Linkong doesn't want to be bored. Jokes depend on people and atmosphere.

Fang Linkong was rarely serious, but in the classroom behind him, some rumors floated out.

"Wow Sai! When did the old party catch up with Ding Qingya in Class 6, there is such a big and thick thing, it must be a collection of love letters!"

"Not necessarily, maybe it's the old party's deed of sale, it seems that there are a lot of treaties, and the rights within ten lifetimes have been sold short. ”

Through a crack in the door, there were many people behind him discussing what Ding Qingya gave Fang Linkong.

Fang Linkong usually boasts of the thickness of his face, and often says that he is ranked extremely high in the world. But when he heard these discussions, he still had a fever on his face. Ding Qingya snorted coldly, her face changed greatly, and she turned around and left. That kind of disdainful look made Fang Linkong almost shrink into the concrete floor.

"Damn! Everyone's talk is not about accumulating virtue, it's just a mail, and the mailing address is -- Canada. What, how can it be from abroad?"

Glancing at the email, Fang Linkong couldn't help but be stunned. He racked his brains and couldn't remember when he had a foreign friend.

Fang Linkong only remembered one time when he and an angry young man from an unknown country had a debate on a small issue about the quality of the Chinese. Fang Linkong relied on his English learning well, and the communication between the two sides was quite smooth. From the beginning of the national surname, to greeting each other's families, and finally escalating to some more unbearable human organs. In the end, Fang Linkong ended the controversy by sending a very vulgar video of a Chinese person taking electric welding and welding a foreigner's ass.

Although Fang Linkong felt that after a cloud of electric sparks, that foreigner turned over was very artistic. But the other party obviously didn't see it that way, and contacted the previous sentence "I'm going to seal your asshole, Yunyun......" The other party obviously understood the extended meaning of the video very deeply. After immediately kicking Fang Linkong out of MSN, he didn't speak again.

Fang Linkong was proud for a long time, and secretly thought to himself: "It is estimated that the angry young man is not angina, but also has coronary heart disease." Although the possible surname of the epilepsy on the spot is not large, it is not an accident that he has a convulsion of real anger. ”

In the next few days, Fang Linkong swept across Europe and the United States, and was proud of his countrymen.

After thinking about it, Fang Linkong couldn't remember anything to do with foreigners except for that international scolding.

Fang Linkong had just returned to the classroom with his things, and soon someone grabbed it, snatched the mail from Fang Linkong's hand, and did a "security check".

The few guys who cowered just now and hid behind the door to watch the show now all slipped out. It is the three best boys with Fang Linkong, Ma Jingjie, Chen Mingbin and Wen Yi. The three of them rudely tore off the outer packaging of the mail and opened it with all their hands. I found that there was only an old old book wrapped in layers.

The whole book is thick, yellowish pages, and looks very old. The entire pages of the book seem to be made of a thin silk silk, which is very silky in the hand. On the cover, the two Zhong Ding Gu Seals, Ma Jingjie, Chen Mingbin, and Wen Yi stared at each other for a long time, but they didn't recognize anyone. Ma Jingjie twisted lightly and found that every page of this ancient book had been glued together and could not be opened. Then he gave up peeping at the mystery and threw the book to Fang Linkong.

Wen Yi said suspiciously: "Old Fang, when did you get mixed up with foreign archaeologists? But the text on this book looks like ancient Chinese characters! Could it be that it is a cultural relic lost in China?"

Fang Linkong didn't know how to answer Wen Yi, but he rolled his eyes, smiled and said, "I am the chief helmsman of the Bird Language God Sect of the Seven Great Websites and the Sixty-eight BBS. There are countless foreign younger brothers under his command. Presumably some foreign brother, out of respect for my personal character, bought my country's cultural relics at a high price and returned them to me. ”

"Shh......h

A few people were about to continue arguing, but Fang Linkong's eyes were sharp, and he saw the homeroom teacher coming over from a distance, and hurriedly shouted: "The wind is tight!

After the day's lessons, there is no need for Fang Linkong to open his mouth to invite. Wen Yi, Ma Jingjie and Chen Mingbin followed Fang Linkong and rushed to his house, preparing to go to Fang Linkong's house to continue to study this extremely valuable antique.

Fang Linkong's parents are busy with work and come home late, so a few friends often gather here to spend time here. The four heads studied it for a long time, and finally discovered the oddity of the book - sturdy, very sturdy. Not only are there four people, but no one can tear apart even a little crumb. Even Ma Jingjie tried the lighter to ignite it, and after burning for seven or eight minutes, the zippo lighter was hot, but the book did not change at all.

Such a strange thing suddenly made the four of them think about it.

Wen Yi spread out his limbs, lying comfortably on the sofa of Fang Linkong's house, and proposed, "We might as well splash blood, maybe we can open the ancient contract." From then on, he ascended to the sky and became a monster ......"

Fang Linkong didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and he was shocked in the face.

"You've watched the Lord of the Rings six or seven times, and you want to become a monster in your dreams. It's also tasteless. But ......" Fang Linkong changed the topic, grabbed Wen Yi's hand, and said with a smile: "Since you are willing, I will let you have some blood and make some human blood tofu, and everyone will try it." ”

Fang Linkong is in school and is a well-known funnyman. He can go to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau with a large group of netizens who have never met without caring to see Shangri-La. Of course, you can also do something more out of the ordinary.

Wen Yi looked at Fang Linkong's ill-intentioned eyes, and hurriedly withdrew his lamb-like white palm. Because the action was a little bigger, he knocked on the corner of the table, and suddenly blood flowed. Wen Yi has always had very poor motor nerves, and when he touched his hind foot in the chaos, he fell to the ground with his head, and even the books on the table fell to the ground.

Fang Linkong immediately laughed mercilessly, and even Ma Jingjie and Chen Mingbin, who had nothing to do with themselves, gloated at Wen Yi's clumsiness.

When he first entered high school, Wen Yi was always very sneaky when talking to others. It's better to talk in someone's ear.

Fang Linkong laughed at him and said, "Wen Yi's expression is so obscene! It's just written, I have a yellow disc to sell, don't make a noise." "Up to now, Fang Linkong hasn't changed his habit of laughing at him.

Fang Linkong laughed for a long time, and was the first to find out that something was wrong, it was said that Wen Yi just rubbed off a little skin, but this guy couldn't stand up trembling for a long time.

"Wen Yi, what the hell are you doing, you can't get up and put a band-aid yet. Do you really want to be released half a pound of blood and give your buddy a few more vegetables tonight?"

"No! I can't stand up, it's ...... This ghost book is sucking my blood!" Wen Yi finally stated a terrifying fact with bitterness.

Seeing that something was indeed wrong, Fang Linkong pulled Wen Yi up. He was horrified to find that Wen Yi's left hand had been glued to the ancient book, just like Wen Yi's palm, which grew out of thin air in the shape of a book. Tearing two handfuls, except for Wen Yi shouting in pain, Fang Linkong didn't pull the ancient book that was connected to Wen Yi's left hand at all.

At this time, even Ma Jingjie and Chen Mingbin were scared. At this critical time, they all looked at Fang Linkong together. He was the one who had the best idea of the gang.

Facing the eyes of his friends, Fang Linkong calmed down a little, and said without hesitation: "Let's go to the hospital immediately and see if we can get this ghost book down from Wen Yi's hands." Let's go, we can't delay......"

Since someone had made a decision, the three of them had calmed down, even if Wen Yi didn't see any adverse reactions except that he felt that he seemed to be being sucked blood. The chubby face was still red and full of blood.

A few people were just about to go out when a sudden change occurred. A shrill laugh echoed through the room: "Oh! Huoqi, this fat man is not suitable for me, and I will leave it to you." Kazama, I smell other people...... Jay ......"

Wen Yi suddenly heard this voice, and looked at Fang Linkong's face in disbelief, and when he turned his eyes around, and saw that Ma Jingjie and Chen Mingbin were also pale, he knew that he was not hallucinating in vain, but indeed had a strange voice. Immediately frightened piled up on the ground.

Fang Lin felt a chill in his heart, but he reacted quickly, pulled Wen Yi and rushed into the kitchen, picked up the kitchen knife at home, and wanted to cut off the strange book that had been mysterious.

As soon as the kitchen knife in his hand touched Wen Yi's palm, a blue electric current rose from the book, rushed along the kitchen knife to his arm, and then rushed straight into Fang Linkong's whole body. A powerful force impacted and shook Fang Linkong and Wen Yi out of the kitchen together.

"Jiejie! Jiejie! this is actually an immortal! we are free......" Although it was strange, the joy of this voice was obviously not adulterated. As for what it means, it's not at all something that the four high school students can understand.

The blue current passed by Fang Linkong's body for a while, but it did not stop. Ma Jingjie, who was relatively close to Fang Linkong, became the target of this strange current.

The upper body of the current, Ma Jingjie's body, crackled and exploded. Ma Jingjie, who was originally stout, seemed to be pulled by some kind of force, and suddenly grew a lot taller, and his originally fat little belly and belly were pulled to see the ribs. After a period of twisting and distorting, Ma Jingjie's image changed greatly. A simple flat head has been transformed into a Vegeta style with straight hair. The figure has also become vigorous, and it looks full of elasticity when it twists and turns.

This time, a breeze swept by, Chen Mingbin's eyes immediately became dull, his body seemed to be spasmed, and he couldn't stop jumping around. And Wen Yi, who had long claimed that he had been sucked blood, not only did not show any traces of paleness, but became more and more ruddy, and later his face was already fiery red, like shrimp in the pot.

Fang Linkong, who was struggling to stand up, was shocked when he saw such a strange change in his three friends. But even when he was in danger, he didn't think about leaving his friends behind and running for his life alone. I just thought to myself, "What's wrong?"

He knew very well that he was not dreaming, so he could not control his fears. Encountering such a strange change, Fang Linkong's body and brain couldn't cooperate at all, his brain was thinking wildly, but his body couldn't move.

Fang Lin was electrocuted in his empty hands just now, and he didn't know where the kitchen knife had fallen. Finally, Fang Linkong regained control of his body, hurriedly turned over, and when he grabbed the phone to call the police, the changes in Wen Yi, Chen Mingbin, and Ma Jingjie had already stopped.

After the mutation, Ma Jingjie waved his hand easily, and the telephone line in Fang Lin's empty hand was not burned by a thin blue current. He smiled slightly at Fang Linkong, who was at a loss, looking extremely weird and mysterious.

Ma Jingjie: They were just ordinary high school students. They are also hovering around the average line. And now it's unbelievably alternative.

Ma Jingjie has become shorter, but he is much stronger and more powerful. His eyes were cold, and as soon as he grabbed his hands, countless tiny arcs jumped in his hands. There is an aura of danger all over his body. is looking up to the sky and laughing, looking very arrogant.

Chen Mingbin has become a little taller, and his body is obviously extremely flexible, he was originally a sports idiot, he actually turned over, leaned back on the heel, and sat on the sofa with ease, and his flexible movements were comparable to Mike Jordan.

Only Wen Yi was still normal, but the place where fat should have grown was now all tangled muscle blocks, which made Fang Linkong can't help but want to laugh at it in this environment. However, of course, Fang Linkong would not really do such a nonsensical thing.

Seeing the three of them moving slowly, obviously getting familiar with their new bodies, although Fang Linkong was horrified, he couldn't help but ask: "Who are you, why did you invade my friend's body, are you a monster, or some ghost?"

To Fang Linkong's surprise, Ma Jingjie gave up playing with the electric energy flowing on his hands, and looked back and smiled strangely: "Oh! no! we are nothing...... You don't need to know any of this at all. ”

The evil spirit that invaded Ma Jingjie's body said indifferently: "You don't have to know our purpose at all. Your friend's body is exactly what we need to set us free! Pick up that book and come with us!"

"Why should I listen to you?" Fang Linkong's temper came up, even if he knew that the other party was not human, he took the risk of confronting. Although Fang Linkong's back was already cold because of fear, he did not flinch in his tone at all.

"Hard-shelled turtles are also dead, and soft-footed shrimps are also dead, so don't be afraid. While secretly cheering himself up in his heart, Fang Linkong turned his brain rapidly, trying to find a solution to the problem for himself.

"Oh, I'm an electric ghost, it's nice to meet you. The evil spirit, who claimed to be an electric ghost, approached Fang Linkong with a mysterious smile on his face. The face that originally belonged to Ma Jingjie now seems to have become extremely dangerous. A right hand was placed on Fang Linkong's chest, looking full of evil spirits.

Fang Linkong only felt a numbness in his chest, and a powerful current flowed through his body, and he was blown out by the electricity and hit the wall. Slowly retracting his right hand with the blue electricity crackling and flowing, the electric ghost's face still had that evil smile.

The electric ghost obviously controlled the current just right, Fang Linkong was in pain all over his body, but he didn't see any damage on his skin.

"Pick up the book and come with us! Just burn the electrical appliances. ”

The evil spirit that possessed Wen Yi was obviously very curious about the electrical appliances in Fang Lin Kong's house, and with a flick of his finger, Fang Lin Kong's TV, refrigerator, air conditioner, etc., exploded into fireballs. As soon as he was stopped by the electric ghost, he just shrugged his shoulders slightly and walked out in the lead.

Fang Linkong reluctantly stood up, picked up the ancient book that fell to the ground, and before he could take a step, a breeze behind him agitated, and he couldn't help but stumble a few steps, and was pushed out of the house by the inexplicable strong wind.

I didn't know why these guys wanted to let themselves go with them, but Fang Linkong found that the abilities of the three evil spirits were different, the evil and domineering electric ghosts, who could indulge in thunder and lightning. And Huoqi, listening to the name, is also an expert in arson. As for the evil spirit that has not spoken Kazama and shouted before the electric ghost appeared, from the way he sent himself out of the door, it is estimated that the housekeeping skill is not calling for wind and rain, and it is almost the same.

Obviously, these three evil spirits can only move in the human world if they occupy the bodies of his three friends.

No matter how bold Fang Lin was, he still felt deep fear at the thought of being held hostage by an unknown evil thing.

At four or five o'clock in the afternoon in September, the sun was still high. However, Fang Linkong couldn't feel the warmth anymore compared to the sunlight on his body.

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