The Ghost Chef

Chapter 77: The passing of the waste stream

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There are many kinds of traversal. The three most used in GouXue.com are soul traversal, reincarnation and personal traversal. According to Baidu Encyclopedia-the reasons for traversal mainly include the following: normal ones are natural disasters, minor three framed, suicide , Killer agents were killed on missions, traveled through dreams, or visited an ancient cultural relic, watched family heirlooms, sky thunders shook the ground fire, etc.; funny ones include choking to death by wedding ring, thunder struck, happy death, self-touching All myocardial infarction and so on.

The female protagonist travels through, regardless of whether she is a dinosaur or a beautiful woman in this life, her character is narcissistic, whether she has princess disease, or her body hair is full of body odor. In the end, most of them are with a certain overbearing president emperor that they like (general? wealthy son? sword god sword holy sword fairy sword ghost?) double stay and double flight; male protagonist travels through, regardless of life ability (various abilities, including but not limited to sexual ability) How wretched he looks, he will be favored by many beauties after crossing, and finally married a lot of wives to satisfy his YY mentality!

In summary, the biggest difference between women and men is the difference between a teacup and a teapot, and a teapot and N teacups!

Friendly reminder to everyone, if you are lucky enough to cross, please pay attention to the following: first, maintain an even speed throughout the journey, master the rhythm, rest and eat according to the plan; second, arrange and adjust the plan according to your own physical condition, and extend it if necessary. Traveling through time, don’t overdraw your energy, and maintain enough energy for the unforeseen circumstances. Third, after crossing, please find out the situation of your crossing as soon as possible. If it’s a waste stream, please be sure to find the one hidden in the ring. Grandpa, because he is your only backing in another world. If you can’t find him, he will only appear after being beaten. Please take the initiative to commit ridicule and be beaten so that you can open your golden finger as soon as possible. If you are a young man, Then please stay at home and don’t go out, because you must have lost all the wrong meridians and fell from the cloud to the trough, and then start your second life... and cherish it, everyone, don’t be afraid, for the rest of your life Still waiting for you!

The above paragraph is not nonsense, because this is the state of mind when I opened my eyes, and at the same time I confirmed my situation from various signs: soul wear plus male protagonist plus waste stream-please note that this is a waste stream and not a waste stream. , The reason is simple:

I think my body is really useless!

It was a sunny afternoon, and I was lying halfway in a sedan chair that was well-formed and moving. The first thing that caught my eye was the tray beside me, which contained apples, plums, grapes and watermelons—if we didn’t consider historical reasons. , That is, without calculating the correct year when these things were introduced into China, then this is indeed a more innovative start-after turning around a little bit, I saw my current appearance from the reflection of the tea bowl on the other side.

Two sparse beards, triangular eyes with slightly swollen eyeballs, a six-knot stomach, fat arms and thighs with no muscle at all, just looking at the appearance of wanting to punch yourself in an old fist...

Damn it!

What I am not sure about is that the male protagonist’s soul passes through the waste stream, and he is also a villain. In terms of physical conditions and circumstances, no matter what the script is, he will not survive three episodes. It is a typical dragon set-death. I am the one who runs the game!

I cleared my thoughts: I was soaring into the sky at the birthday banquet of the old man of the Ren family just now, and then I ran into the bomb fanatic. At this critical moment, my golden finger suddenly activated and sent me to a certain legendary control. The legendary world managed by the author, and then entered the body of this fat official.

It's not complicated. The complicated thing is, how do I get back

Although I am the master of the legend, it does not mean that I can use this second uncle-like system proficiently. Just like Sicong’s class who picked up his dad may not be able to steer the helm, it is the right way to see the trick— Therefore, I determined my thinking at the first time: I must figure out what this world is, follow the vine to solve the problem, find a way to go home, and at the same time determine whether Ren Xiaoyan has come to this world with me, if You have to take her with you when you come.

From this point, you should be able to see that I am indeed a good man with responsibility...

Thinking of the fun place, I couldn't help but chuckle. The curtain on the side of the sedan chair suddenly opened a half, revealing an obscene, nasty, and sharp-mouthed monkey cheek. It looked like my face poured out of a mold that looked like me, and pleased me. Ask for instructions: "Master, do you have anything to do?"

"Old... Master?"

I suddenly thought, yes, isn’t my virtue a master who was sent to the door to find smoke? Needless to say, the man on the side must be the master—it’s easy to figure out the situation. Just ask, anyway, it’s the bad guy. Don't talk about changing the chili water tiger stool immediately, isn't it SO-EASY? !

(Child voice narration: Mom no longer has to worry about my studies!)

I coughed, nodded pretentiously, and stretched out my hand to wistle a few goat's beards on my forehead: "Then who, where are we?"

"Report Master, we have reached Heishuihe, less than ten miles away from Baishan Village, and your wish will come true soon!"

It seems that I guessed it right. The owner of this body of mine really went to Huangquan with joy, and is now on the road-broken, I only know that the legendary figure will not be frightened in his own world, but the little man, the passerby Well, what about it? Will they die? !

"Stop! Stop first!" I cried coldly: "Come down and rest, discuss and discuss let's continue!"

The master was a little puzzled and confused: "Master, you just urged us to hurry up, don't let that guy run away, why do you want to rest now?" "You know what a fart!" I pretended to be profound. Said: "What I told you just now. Would you like to say that you will work so hard? It's almost here now. Of course you have to discuss it. You think it's soy sauce for such a big thing?"

Master was stunned: "You said to fight... what?"

"Ignore it," I waved and shouted directly to the bearer outside: "Stop, stop! Lord, I want to pee!"

The shaking of the sedan chair stopped abruptly, and then he leaned forward slightly. The tall master drew open the curtain with a stern face. After the folding fan was inserted in his neck, he stretched out his hand towards me, with a smile on his face: "Master, you slow down... "

I graciously helped this grandson down the sedan chair, looked around, and finally got a clear picture of the situation—this is obviously an official road, and the traces of the car rush are very obvious, and there is no grass in the middle of the road. It seems that people often pass by here; besides the master, there are four sweaty bearers and a dozen guards in armor and knives. Their expressions are almost as imagined, and they are not good people at first sight.

I sat down by the side of the road, and the master handed me tea immediately. I sipped the tea to organize my thoughts for a while, and then said, "Speak, what should I do when I get to the place?"

It's okay if you don't ask, when you ask, the master's eyes widened, and his face was puzzled: "Master, we... do we need to discuss it?"

"Hey, you don't even listen to me now, right? Come here, drag out to fight..."

I still use this trick of Fox fake Tiger Wei. Just after I finished speaking, the master immediately covered my head and lay before me. He kowtowed and begged for mercy: "Master, I am wrong, I am wrong, I am wrong, just say—"

"Stop, don't fight for now—Look at it, it's fine to say no earlier, you have to be honest if I ask someone to do it, are you guilty of you?" I waved my hand to let the soldier retreat, and continued: "Get up ,say."

Master grumbled and got up, no matter if he kneeled down to beg for mercy or stood up, he was very skillful, just like the “hands-only familiarity” of selling oil in ancient Chinese. It seems that he has become accustomed to the pros and cons, so he simply said: "Master , As soon as we went, people immediately caught him, and then asked him to paint whatever he wanted. What do you think?"

"Grab, then what do you want to paint?" I began to wonder what it meant: "Which one is this?"

"It's that simple, sir," Master did not understand: "Why are you hesitating?"

I might say that I don’t know what he’s talking about, so I can only vaguely say: "It’s not that simple, you can find someone you can talk to, especially after seeing so many betrayals—you don’t have many. Think about it?"

Unexpectedly, I did not expect that such a simple question really embarrassed the master. He stared at me for a long time. The expression on his face was similar to that of the man who met the postgraduate entrance examination on the road. Except for being confused, he was stupid. There is a distance between living people: "You, do you think it's wrong?"

"It's okay, but... Huh? Painting?" Like a divine initiation, I suddenly thought of something, and instantly connected what he said just now-could it be said that the person I am looking for is... Is it him

I was instantly excited, and tentatively said: "If he doesn't paint, what will you do?"

"Don't draw it!" The master chuckled a few times, and said with a very sinister smile: "Master, you said that he is such a child, in front of you, don't you want him to be square, you want him to be round? Where can I go against you? What do you mean?"

"He doesn't paint, what do you do with him?" I sneered: "You can't kill it, right?"

"Kill? It's not right to kill." The master took the fan from the back of the neck, hula la and slapped himself twice, but he immediately reacted and began to slap me with a fan beside me. Fan Feng said, "Master, if someone else can't use this pen, he can only do what he can do-I say, otherwise, if he is not obedient, close it first and let someone try the pen. Hi, what do you think?"

"You have considered too comprehensively..." I stood up with a sigh, and said that I was basically sure-needless to say, the world I travel through now is the site of the magic pen Ma Liang, and I am going to grab him, and then The magistrate who was drowned by the big ship painted on the wall and Jinshan painted on the sea, stupidly went to pull the gold and drowned halfway!

A passerby who is so sad that he can no longer be sad!

No, in order to survive, I must solve my thinking. The first thing to change is my identity... I made up my mind. From now on, I am no longer a stupid magistrate drowning for money, but for poverty alleviation projects. The director of the Office of Poverty Alleviation has only one purpose to find Ma Liang: financing for poverty alleviation and looking for venture capital!

I have thought of the slogan: if you want to be rich, have fewer children, and have more trees, and by the way, you have to build a good road! (End of this chapter)