not a monster

Chapter 109 Abnormal People in the Normal World

Feng Wuli walked over, a group of little monsters were only a little higher than his knees, and they all looked over at this time.

He originally wanted to go over and ask that child if he wanted to go out and return to the human world, but he didn't know how to start when the words came to his lips.

"Your name is Xiaobai?" Feng Wuli squatted down and asked gently.

The child named Xiaobai nodded while stroking the clumsy lion dancer's head.

"Is Xiaobai happy here?"

The other party nodded again, and this time even the movements revealed joy, and it could be seen that the other party was really happy.

"That's it."

Feng Wuli smiled, didn't say anything, got up and was about to leave, and the paper-faced woman saw him off.

Feng Wuli listened to the continuous laughter behind him, all kinds of strange monsters passing by him on the side of the road.

If you ignore these monsters with weird behavior and strange painting style, it's still pretty good here.

At least every monster is very happy.

The woman suddenly smiled and asked, "Master Wang Xilou, do you want to bring Xiaobai back to the human world?"

Feng Wuli was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "I'm not qualified to take care of these things."

"The monsters here know Xiaobai, and everyone thinks that he should go back."

"He has no place to go back to."

The woman was stunned for a moment, then looked at Feng Wuli, the smiling face on the paper disappeared, and it reappeared after a while, before she slowly said:
"Maybe monsters and humans really shouldn't get married."

He was noncommittal.

After exiting the tunnel, the outside returned to the night again. He just wanted to turn back into a pool of shadows and return to the city center amidst the passing vehicles. After thinking about it, he gave up the idea.

A woman's hand stretched out from his shadow, and Feng Wuli handed her the mask on his face.

With his pockets in his pocket, he walked on the road in the wilderness.

It seems that since taking over Wang Xilou's inhuman power, he has become more and more unscrupulous. Those abnormal abilities should be used less in the normal world.

After walking for a long time, I came across a bus stop. After all, it was in the suburbs, and there was no one there. Feng Wuli sat there and waited for a long time. He waited for the last bus and went all the way back to the city.

Holding his mobile phone, he found that Jiang Nao had sent him a few wechat messages, telling him that he would not know how to solve a problem.

Open Yuanfudao, select the picture, suddenly realized, switch back to the WeChat interface, and start the lecture.

The noise of the city slowly poured into my ears.

The bus shook for a while, and the valve let out a snort when the valve was deflated. Feng Wuli got out of the bus with several people. People were scattered under the street lights. Occasionally, bicycles and small batteries drove past on the sidewalk, which seemed a bit crowded. The red light changed Green, the crowds on both sides of the intersection began to meet, and the wind mingled in it unreasonably.

The night wind in the city carries a hint of coolness, and the air has the smell of autumn.

There is still a distance from the old street. Feng Wuli just wanted to sweep a shared bicycle and ride back, but he saw a middle-aged man lying on the side of the road, and there were a bunch of beer bottles beside him. Some of them had been opened or not. .

I don't know who was so kind, probably because he was afraid that he would catch a cold lying on the ground, and even covered him with a shared bicycle.

"Uncle, are you alright?" Feng Wuli lifted the shared bicycle with one hand and shook the man in the suit lying on the ground.

He smelled of alcohol.

"belch!"

With a drunken face, the uncle repeatedly said that he was fine, and that a leather shoe had disappeared.

"Do you want to call your family?"

Hearing this, the drunkard in a suit burst into tears, saying that his wife had run away, his daughter was not with him, and the company had been busy until now, so he came here for a drink.

"At home, the house is empty, why go back?"

"It's not easy, uncle."

Feng Wuli had inherited Wang Xilou's gentleness and kindness, so he couldn't just pat his butt and leave when encountering such a thing, so he listened to the man in the suit complaining, and comforted him from time to time.

The street lights here are dim and a bit off, and not many people will pass by here. The man in the suit said that he often comes here to drink, trying to keep himself clean.

He talked more and more miserable, and then took another big sip of wine, saying that this is a rare place for him to relax.

For middle-aged people, things in their hearts are blocked, and they will really go crazy if they don’t vent them out. Especially for social animals like him, they need to relax themselves frequently, otherwise they will get sick sooner or later.

Feng Wuli especially agrees.

Then when the other party said he wanted to relax and took his head off, he helped him put his head back.

"Uncle, forget about the big night, it's scary." He persuaded.

The uncle was stupefied drunkenly, then sighed: "Yes, yes."

He moved the reversed head back to the front.

He is the kind of person who depends on his wife's face at home, his boss's face at work, and his friends' face when socializing. Now he wants to completely release himself, but it doesn't mean that he will release himself.

Contemporary middle-aged people are really not as good as a dog. They are under too much pressure, but there is no way to release the pressure.

The two sat on the side of the road, Feng Wuli listened to him moaning, and felt that it was really difficult for a person to reach middle age.

Mortgage, water and electricity, schooling for children, pension for parents, sickness and death.

He said that he really misses when he was young, it seemed that if he ran fast enough, he would not have any troubles to catch up with him.

Feng Wuli listened to the uncle in the suit, talking about his student days, he was not the same as the wimp now, he was still a football player.

Speaking of this, he is still a little shy, it seems that it is indeed his proud and cherished past.

"I really want to go back and play football on the field, but I can't go back." He sighed.

"Go if you want, uncle, you can't run now."

As soon as Feng Wuli said this, the drunken man in a suit suddenly became aroused, stood up without hesitation, walked around as he talked, and showed you the demeanor of the uncle when he was young.

But he suddenly remembered that he didn't have football now.

Feng Wuli looked at his head thoughtfully.

The two hit it off and went to a nearby junior high school, climbed over the wall, and went to the football field.

The man in the suit ran happily on the grass, took his head off, and kicked it into the net from the half court.

That indifferent figure is really handsome.

Feng Wuli also laughed, went to tell the uncle to let him come, and then also kicked the opponent's head into the net.

The two demonstrated back and forth on this possibly irregular football field, one defending while the other shot. The head that usually bears all the troubles of a middle-aged social animal is no different from a football.

The middle-aged man was extremely excited, and Feng Wuli also played with some vigor.

"Hey, good shot!"

"Change me! Change me."

"Little boy, uncle taught you what a banana ball is... Fuck, my head flew out."

"I'll pick it up, I'll pick it up."

It doesn't matter how weird the middle-aged person's way of relaxing is.

(End of this chapter)