Chapter 100: Hundred Ghosts Tour/Line (6)
The ghost and the fat man sat on the floor, and they didn't think the cement floor was hot, so they split the spoils in half.
Is it for "black light"? Not easy to get caught?
The fat man was sweating profusely, and the concrete floor was wet and dry quickly, only a piece of salt grains formed on his clothes.
He recorded his harvest one by one with his hands so fat that he could not see the bones.
After dividing the spoils, Ghost Shadow left without saying a word, leaving only the fat man sitting in place. It seems that this is just a temporary group of thieves, and it may just be a random no-man's place.
Zhang, swallowed all the "stones".
He really isn't human!
Yan Zhengyan was more determined to follow him.
The fat man with empty hands went downstairs, and as he walked, he changed his body shape, a circle of fat surged up and down, and finally turned into a tall, thin man like a bamboo pole.
The freshly baked Bamboo Pole Man returned home. It was a small single room with a strong artistic atmosphere inside.
Whether it is swallowing a stone or changing its body shape, this "person" reveals an orthodox human breath, and even when it is with that ghost, it is not stained with a trace of yin.
But can humans do these things?
Yan Zhengyan felt a little confused, and when she opened her eyes of reincarnation, she could see that the fat man's soul had changed, which was not normal.
Humans can't change the appearance of their souls, and ghosts can't change in this strict city.
So, this fat man is really weird.
I saw him go home, locked the door, and walked around every corner of the house with his slippers, like a patrol, and then changed back to the appearance of a fat man.
He then took a big mouthful and spat out a half-human-high pile of stone dust.
Stone powder is grey and extremely fine as pearl powder, but it has weight and does not float to dust at all.
The bottle was slightly inclined, and the tip of the stone powder collapsed, and then it was out of control. All the stone powder turned into a muddy state, dark gray.
The fat man put away the glass bottle distressedly, kneaded and enjoyed the "earth" feel, and said to himself: "As expected of me, I have suffered a lot from the garbage mountain of the clan. The secret recipe that I found out, the adults did not lie to me. This soil, this texture, will definitely make me go to the next level!"
Sir? !
This fat man is a ghost! Only the ghost clan will call the big ghost "adult", and the human clan usually add "surname".
Yan Zhengyan decided to spend time with the fat man first, to see what he was going to do with the soil, and it might be convenient to know whether the ghost clan would continue to travel/walk at night.
Well, definitely not for salted fish.
This fat man appeared last night, and there is a high probability that he will participate in the next tour/walk.
With the fat man's idiotic smile, the soil turned into stone powder was constantly shaped and dismantled in his hands.
All afternoon, the fat man did nothing else. He turned into a crazy artist and made a small ginkgo tree with his bare hands.
Yan Zhengyan sat next to him and witnessed the birth of this ginkgo tree ornament. He admired the fat man's artistic quality and patience. But stealing is wrong.
Not long after entering the night, the lights outside the door were bright, and the broadcast in the public square was also turned on, and there was that kind of "rustling" sound that just started.
Then, the same opening remarks as last night appeared: "Cough, everyone, be quiet, be quiet. If you have any questions, just communicate well." The voice was familiar, and it could be seen that the speaker was still Jian Ye.
Obviously, the ghosts are here again.
The fat man turned a deaf ear, and is still constantly improving his works. He has completely fallen into another world - the world of art.
Yan Zhengyan wanted to go to the scene to see, maybe he could find some abnormal behavior of the ghost clan. However, the fat man sat immobile in the living room, as if he didn't care about the ghost clan.
Stay to continue monitoring or leave? Simple choice.
Because it was just the second day in this world, Yan Zhengyan was not in a hurry to focus on investigating a single person or ghost. She decided to continue squatting and guarding the entire journey of the ghost clan.
After all, who knows how often they run/run? Could it be the last time of the year?
He gave the fat man a small spiritual mark, Yan Zhengyan quickly rushed to the place where Jian Ye spoke, and experienced the feeling of looking down at the ghosts from top to bottom.
It has to be said that this angle is still very subtle. You can see the actions of the ghosts and ghosts.
The ghosts on the ground are all in the headlights, as if the monsters were enclosed and imprisoned. Of course, this is just an illusion.
On closer inspection, they are still noisy, holding banners recklessly, shouting slogans, and the ghosts in the corners are making soy sauce, without even taking out their eyes, appearing in a daze Drowsy.
The banner is still the same as last time, it seems that the ghosts are ready to die for this request.