The appearance of the person here is very peculiar. It is not that I deliberately want hydrology, but... If I don't know who you are talking about, isn't this chapter just for nothing
This man is of medium build, but his body is extremely strong. Through his clothes, he can see pieces of iron-like lumps, his firm and thin cheeks, his eyes are full of self-evident anger, but he is the strangest one. Hand-When this girl clasped his hands tightly, three sharp, sharp-like steel blades emerged from the joints of the back of the hand, as if his hands had six extremely dazzling killing weapons!
I don't need to say who is he
The person looked at me with a dazed and confused face, and said lightly: "I know you have a lot of questions, but you can rest assured, as long as you are willing to give me some time to explain, you will naturally understand everything."
What am I not sure about? I can't guess if he's like this anymore. Joke, I can't guess
I waved at him: "It's not busy, I'll take care of something first."
At this time, the crowd who heard me cry for help have rushed in, including Wu Jiu Feng who was full of flour downstairs, Simon, who was sleeping in the room and resting in his clothes, and Ren Xiaoyan, who was sleeping in a daze. And Lori Xi, all of them were shocked when they saw the six knives in their hands. I quickly explained: "My own people! This grandson on the ground is here to kill me."
Then I also reminded him: "When you are done, you can stop it. It's easy to cause misunderstanding if it's strange and scary."
He didn't say a word, but with a slurping sound, he retracted the knife into his wrist, and the wound healed in an instant, leaving no trace.
I walked directly to Xidu, rolled my eyes to see that this girl’s pupils had been dilated, and turned my head to ask Lori Xi: "What is the matter of a heart attack in the underworld? You can't die back to the sun, right?"
Lorixi covered her mouth and paced, and she paced over and watched for a long time. She was struggling and said: "Where do I know this? I have never met a dead man in the underworld. How do you tell me to answer?"
She said, other people also turned their attention, and after watching from left to right, Wu Jin was the first to discover the anomaly: "Eh? Xi Du doesn't look like a soul, will he be born in the flesh?"
When Lori Xi heard it, she suddenly woke up: "Hey, don't say it's really possible, or maybe you will have a heart attack-Uncle Ma, you quickly see if we guessed it right."
But before the horse fluttered up, Xiao Zuanfeng shouted "I'm here" and rushed up, then pulled two hairs from Xidu's head and scorched it with a lighter, and then sniffed vigorously under the nose, snorted...
I wondered: "Can you see the flesh?"
"Yes!" Xiaozhuan continued without raising the limelight: "I just learned--yes, this guy is the underworld from the body, and the soul must have been waiting at the Naihe Bridge."
"Wait," I was a little unsure of the truth of this guy's words, and at the same time doubted the technical content of his singeing smell identification method, doubting: "Where did you learn it?"
"On TV," Xiao Zuanfeng said in dissatisfaction: "This is what an expert said!"
I suddenly spit: "It's not that the experts said that I won't scold you. Just as experts on the people's livelihood in our current society are reliable, from the people all over the country celebrating the rise in oil prices to picking up a piece of dog head metal for the country, in addition to annoying people. I'm tired of talking any more, can they believe what they say-take a step back, even if you can believe it, do you think that TV can teach you singeing and smelling the underworld of the flesh?"
Xiao Zuanfeng stopped talking, and looked up for a long time before suffocating a sentence: "I seem to be confused. Singeing smell is to identify whether the sweater is pure wool or polyester."
I kicked out and cursed: "Get out and give me a good cooking, you don't need you for these things... Brother Ma, it's better for you to come." It hurts me to look at the appearance of Xiao Zuanfeng, how good are you? A seedling to make bacon, I originally wanted to cultivate it, but you can see that it was just a few days away from the scourge of TV... To sum it up in one sentence: Children must not watch too much TV, three views Even if you are a monk, you can't be regarded as pure!
The horse flopped up to check for a moment, stood up and affirmed to us: "It's the flesh."
"What about the soul?" I quickly said, "Is it at Sanchakou?"
"Santuhe!" Ren Xiaoyan reminded me: "Meng Poda is the Naihe Bridge."
Lori Xi nodded: "Where should it be..."
"Then don't say anything, if Xi, you take someone to take him," I was instantly happy: "This girl finally hit our hands, so what's the matter of being polite? , You have to shake out the stuff in this guy's stomach."
Lori Xi sounded reasonable. Without a second word, she took her horse to flop and went downstairs with the sound of footsteps. I hurry up and probe out from the second floor. Let this guy drink Po Meng's soup!"
I instructed them to take the body of Ouyang Feng away for treatment, and repeatedly told not to let Xiao Zuanfeng bury it alone, so as to prevent this girl from being overwhelmed. Isn't he hanging up when he is alone, so I can only let Brother Simon stare, Ren Xiaoyan is fine and go back to sleep-when everyone has left, I call this two-handed steel knife brother to sit down and speak straightforwardly:
"Are you a demon sword?"
The person here was puzzled: "What?"
I spread my hands and said: "No need to hide, I already know your history very well-Fatty Kong told me that Ghost Chef used to have a partner called Yaodao, who was taught by six knives and was able to use six knives to cut vegetables at the same time... Since you have six paring knives in your hand, and appear here inexplicably, do you still want to hide it from me?"
The visitor was silent for a moment and nodded: "Since you already know it, let me start with myself. My name is Wolverine. I come from another place. To be precise, I came from another world."
"Wolverine? Another place?" I instantly grasped the two key words in his words: "Legendary world?"
"It's not a legendary world, it's also a world. It's just that my place is not in China, and after my death, I didn't reach the sphere of influence of Emperor Yan Luo, but went directly to the hell ruled by Satan," Wolverine said: "I just smuggled from hell to At the ferry crossing of the soul, I just happened to see your car passing by, so I hitchhiked and came over."
"Then why do you want to help me?" I asked casually, but I was thinking hard in my head: I know the name Wolverine very well, have you seen it before? Said this guy? That's too nerve-wracking!
Wolverine's eyes were blurred and said: "I helped you because I discovered that you are cooking a few more dishes. These dishes make me feel very familiar, so I want to discuss with you if I can stay with you temporarily, so I came up— You said I could just watch you get killed?"
"So you are not brave for righteousness!" I said suddenly: "For your own selfish desires?"
"Yes, except for this, I really can't find a reason to help you." Wolverine said without the slightest emotion: "When I woke up in hell, my memory was blank. If it weren't for this nameplate, I wouldn't even know who I was. ," He pulled out a metal piece from under his neck to show me: "However, I vaguely knew that I should come to China, so I went all the way until I found your cooking."
Ouch! I finally found the reincarnation demon knife, and I was trying to find the reincarnation ghost chef. I didn't expect that he would give me a routine—Is this old routine like amnesia still used? Does anyone use it? I really failed!
I can only honestly say: "I don’t know much about it, and I don’t know how useful it is, but I can tell you-if I guess right, you are the legendary Demon Sword, otherwise it’s his reincarnation or his descendants. The Demon Sword had a good friend named Gui Chu decades ago. Gui Chu and the Demon Sword used to produce a set of recipes together. I restored just a few of them, and I am still working hard to restore more... I know this. Did you think of anything after listening to it?"
Demon Blade Wolverine thought for a while, shook his head and said: "It's still the same, my mind is blank."
"Then I have nothing to do with it," I simply said, "I learned something from TV, do you want to try it?"
Wolverine doubted: "Didn't you just say that what you watch on TV is unreliable? How can I try it?"
"Uh, did you remember this?"
"I am amnesia, not stupid, can you not confuse it?"
I helplessly said: "I can't do anything about it. As far as you are in this situation, can you only try to be reliable? Have you ever heard of the phrase arbitrarily investigating a disease? This is the truth: Anyway, you can try it. Hey, it’s not a loss if you don’t try it out. If you try it right, won’t you make a lot of money?"
Wolverine said in awe: "Yes, listening to your words is better than reading ten years of books. Sure enough, the words are far-sighted. Come on, what should I do?"
I desperately recalled the plots of movies and TV. Actually speaking, there are only two ways to respond to amnesia. Either I was suddenly hit hard by some other heavy object, or I was beaten to death. The trick should be the most reliable, the second trick, let alone no one can kill him, even if it can beat me, I can't bear it!
I just shook my head with a Wolverine with this trick: "I have tried this, not to mention that I didn't even feel dizzy when retrieving my memory. I guess it won't work."
"That's because you didn't hit something, or your energy is weak," I said in a simple way: "Use strong medicine for emergencies. In troubled times, you have to be fierce. You must not do it if it is lighter!"
"Really, what do you think I should hit?" Wolverine asked, "I crashed a house last time."
"Don't don't don't, don't hit the house," I panicked when I heard this. I looked around and couldn't find anything stronger than the beam of the house. I immediately ran the window and looked out, just in time to see a rental car. The car drove slowly towards our restaurant, suddenly made a plan, and pointed towards the car: "Don't look for it, just it—you hit it with your head, hit it hard, hit it hard, hit the style and hit the level. ,friendship first, competition later… "
Wolverine: "What?"
"Don't worry about it later," I saw that the car was already a little slow, and urged quickly: "Go!"
Without a word, Wolverine smashed a head onion, and immediately slammed his head into the front cover of the car—
Then I heard two voices, one is the voice of the supreme treasure I am familiar with:
"Who, why, we have a driving recorder in our car! Pull my head out and talk!"
The other is the voice of the youngest from Black Mountain, who is impatient and crying, and sings:
"I admit that it's all caused by jokes. That night is too beautiful and you are too gentle, so that in an instant, I just want to grow old with you..."
Hey, these two actually came together! (End of this chapter)