Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Chapter 768 My Little Dragon is 1 and a half years old

"Master, are you taking the wrong road?" the man hurriedly called out to the master.

The master took off his hat and raised his arm to wipe the sweat off his arm.

It was also strange to see the hazy, almost dark weather.

"It can't be wrong. I've been driving a rickshaw for several years. I know the roads here very well. Even if I lower my head and don't look at the road, it won't be wrong..."

As he spoke, Master Huang Bao looked at the gloomy surroundings and the weeds in front of him that were almost half a meter high, and his voice paused slightly.

"Oh no, this isn't the way to go!"

The man didn't understand. Seeing that it was getting late and he was still delayed on the road, he felt dissatisfied.

"Stop talking. Take me back now and I'll give you more money. I know you drivers will take your passengers farther to make more money, but you're really being unreasonable..."

The driver had a hard time expressing his feelings. He gave the man a wry smile and raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face, but this time it was cold sweat.

"No sir, today's incident is really not my fault..."

The driver didn't explain anything further and started running back with the man in his hand. This time his pace was so fast that the man couldn't sit still.

I don't know how long they ran, but the driver was so thirsty that he finally got out of that desolate place and saw some people.

But it seemed that they ran in the wrong direction, out of the city, and they had never seen the people at this intersection before.

But East City is so big that it is normal to occasionally run on an unfamiliar road.

The driver had been driving for a long time and was so tired that he was out of breath. When he saw people, he felt relieved and stopped the car. He discussed with the man to take a break.

The man had just been shaken quite a bit, so he agreed.

The nearest store to them was a wonton shop. When they stopped, the female owner came over to greet them.

To be honest, it was so late now, both the driver and the man were a little hungry, and they were tempted by the proprietress's solicitation.

Each person ordered a bowl of wontons.

"What's the filling in these wontons? Why do they smell so good?"

The driver couldn't wait to take the wonton in his hand, took out his chopsticks and took a bite. His face suddenly lit up and he nodded repeatedly.

Seeing how greedy he was, the man couldn't help swallowing and was about to pick up his chopsticks to take a bite.

There was a pain on the right side of my abdomen, as if my flesh was being roasted over fire.

The man quickly turned over his clothes, but found nothing. He reached into his pocket again, but his hand was burned as soon as it went in. He could only pull the two strings to pull the things out.

It was the talisman bag that I bought in the downtown area at noon today. At this moment, the inside of the talisman bag turned a fiery red, like a piece of burning charcoal.

Unexpectedly, the moment he took the talisman in his hand, the prosperous street scene in front of him disappeared in an instant like a mirage.

The citizens who were originally shopping on the street suddenly had gloomy faces and turned back to stare at the two of them.

And Niutou, the originally young and beautiful proprietress in front of him, actually - has no neck!

"ah--------"

The man screamed in fear, and his butt slipped and fell directly to the ground.

The driver, who was eating intently nearby, was awakened by the scream and quickly leaned over to look at the man.

"Sir, are you okay? Sir, what's wrong?"

The man's gaze passed over the rickshaw driver's back and saw the "citizens" and the headless proprietress rushing towards them behind the rickshaw driver.

The man was so scared that he rolled and crawled, dragging the driver and started running. The driver was still shouting, "Sir, wait a minute, the car is not here, sir!"

The man had no time to care about the coachman. Seeing the coachman trying to go back, he quickly stuffed the talisman into the coachman's hand.

"What else do you want a car for? Look at what these are. Do you want a car or your life?"

The driver was holding the talisman and was burned a little, but he also saw clearly the group of people behind them who were staring at them sinisterly. No, they were not human!

The driver’s face turned pale, and he had nothing to say now, and he ran after the man.

The man took the talisman back, put it on his chest, and couldn't help praying as he ran.

"Amulet of peace, amulet of peace, I must be safe. As long as nothing happens this time, I will definitely do good deeds in the future..."

The amulet became hotter as they ran. The driver and the man could hear the terrifying roars of those creatures, and a cold wind blew across their faces.

He didn't know how long he had been running, but the amulet in his hand was too hot to touch. The man gritted his teeth and held on, but for a second he loosened his fingers because of the heat.

The lucky bag let go of the man's hand, but did not fall to the ground. Instead, it began to combust in an instant and flew behind the two men.

In an instant, the air solidified, time paused, and the shouting and cold wind in my ears stopped.

The man and the driver also fell down with their eyes closed, and the weather around them changed suddenly, and the scene reversed, and they returned to the intersection where their vehicle had taken the wrong road.

The next day, cleaners who were sweeping the streets in the early morning found two people lying on their backs on the side of the street. Fortunately, the weather had been hot recently, so sleeping on the street for a night was not a big deal. If it were winter, they might not be alive when they woke up the next day.

The man was sent back home and woke up at noon that day. As soon as he woke up, he was like possessed. He took all the family savings and ran straight to the downtown. He had to thank the Taoist priest first and buy a few more things from the Taoist priest's stall for protection.

As a result, I stayed there for a whole day and didn't see anyone.

After being sent home, the driver suffered from vomiting and diarrhea all day long.

The key point is that the stuff he vomited was extremely smelly. Everyone in the family said that he must have eaten something bad yesterday that smelled so bad.

It was not until the driver spat out half of his finger that we realized it was actually human flesh.

When the people at the driver's house saw the thing, they all vomited it out.

Afraid that they would think he had killed someone, the driver gathered his strength and quickly explained to his wife and children what had happened yesterday.

Neither the driver nor the man could see it. The black color that had accumulated on their foreheads for a long time had turned into smoke and disappeared into the air.

......

But that was all the next day's thing. At this time, Lingyao was still having dinner in Changchun Tower.

The seat she booked was in a very good location, from which she could see the entire downstairs at a glance, but the people downstairs could not see the people inside at all when they looked up.

There was romantic and melodious music playing below. Xiaolong was startled when he heard it for the first time. He thought someone was attacking him. The silver hair on his head instantly stood up. He didn't relax until he was alert and found that there was no intruder.

It swam following the sound of music to the position next to the railing of the box, coiled on the chair, poked out its dragon head and a pair of small eyes, and looked down.

The eyes are sparkling.

Xiaolong had never seen dancing before, it was very new to him.

Before he could see enough, Lingyao pushed his head back.

"Don't shake your head and eat well."

Although the viewing angle is blocked, if someone leans out to look carefully, they can still easily see that something is wrong.

Lingyao stood at the position closest to the viewing window. When she withdrew her gaze, she saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure downstairs.

It was very familiar to the original owner, but very strange to her.