Fake Prodigal

Chapter 127 The style of that knife

"Hey! A bit!" Li Hao smirked, nodded honestly, looked at the ghost striding forward, took out the cigarette case to light the last cigarette before he died, and found that the smoke had entered the water and became a mess. A lump of paste, he threw his hands towards the ghost's face.

"Bad guy, he's about to die, so don't play tricks on him," Chen Jiaqi said coquettishly, punching Li Hao.

The two leaned together, watching the ghosts getting closer and closer, waiting for the arrival of death.

"Crack!" The pink rain boots slammed down on the ground, splashing a cloud of rainwater. The ghost shadow looked down on Li Hao and the two of them, their blood pupils flashed with greedy light, and they opened their ferocious mouths and laughed wildly.

"Quack quack quack!" The ghost was so carried away, he waved his hands and looked up at the pitch-black night sky, trembling with madness.

"Boom!" Ghosting was patted on the shoulder, and the laughter stopped abruptly. He was terrified, and looked back in surprise, the big cloth bag covered his head, and his eyes were dark.

A bright knife light flashed across, blinding Li Hao and Chen Jiaqi's eyes. The big cloth bag flew high, rolled over ten meters away, fell into the sewer by the roadside, and disappeared.

The ghost fell to the ground with a bang, splashing rainwater, scratching his hands and feet twice, trembling like a cockroach twice, and there was no movement.

Li Hao watched intently, his expression became strange, his eyes were full of hotness, and he blinked at the visitor, he said the Buddha's name with his hand, and said respectfully: "My Buddha is merciful, thank you for your help, Master!"

A black figure stood in front of him, wearing a Tang monk mask, black night clothes, a red cloak, and a simple Tang knife in his waist. He looked antique and looked like a master.

Old man Li flicked his hair and shook his drenched cloak, clasped his hands together, and said kindly: "Omi Tofu, the poor monk just finished collecting his clothes and found that he lost a pair of trousers. The evildoer stole it, damn it!"

Li Hao's nose is crooked with anger, and there are black lines on his forehead. He is acting like a chivalrous man, so there is no need to make such coquettish excuses!
"Thank you master, what is the origin of that dirty thing?" Chen Jiaqi was very excited, she met a real expert, and asked quickly.

"This...may be a zombie, or a vampire, or a mixed breed, who knows what it is, and it's done with a single stroke!" Father Li was a little embarrassed, and casually said.

"Hey, it might be a ghoul in the Japanese manga, am I right!" Li Hao added.

Father Li slapped his thigh excitedly, and woke up like a dream: "By the way, it's a ghoul. Didn't you see the red-eyed one?"

"How is this possible? Master made a mistake!" Chen Jiaqi rolled her eyes and forced her smile back, knowing that she had encountered a big fool. The master was passing by to make soy sauce, and her speaking style was a bit like Li Hao's, they were all so deceitful.

"That's right, I swam here from Kyoto!" Father Li said more and more outrageously, and the image of the master was ruined.

Li Hao's sharp eyes swept across Father Li's crotch maliciously, and said with a smile: "Master, you have such a sharp knife technique, it's so cold!"

Father Li suddenly shuddered, a feeling of coolness surged through his body, he slapped the Buddha's name in his hand, and said solemnly: "Omi Tofu, the poor monk has returned from learning Buddhist scriptures, he is busy with business, so farewell!"

"Master, go slowly, go back to the mission office and make a record!" Chen Jiaqi struggled to stand up, anxiously trying to persuade her to stay, but she encountered an expert, how could she let her go.

As soon as he heard the word "official office", Father Li slipped, turned around and ran away, disappearing into the darkness without a trace.

"Damn it, the master ran away without leaving his name!" Chen Jiaqi complained.

Li Hao was full of emotions, and murmured: "Killing a person in ten steps, not staying behind for a thousand miles, leaving behind the incident, hiding merit and fame! This is the heroic demeanor, the master is a master!"

Chen Jiaqi's pretty face was pale, she barely stood up, and said delicately: "Come and help me, take me to the hospital!"

Li Hao helped Chen Jiaqi into the car, looked at the badly injured police girl, and drove away in a hurry.

In the dark rainy night, in the hazy rain, two red lights flickered loomingly. A crow and golden rooster stood alone on the stop sign, looking down at the corpse in the muddy water, flapping its wings and flying down leisurely. .

In the gloomy and cold hospital, Li Hao supported Chen Jiaqi, whether it was registration or examination, she settled Chen Jiaqi until her colleague arrived, and it was after three o'clock in a hurry.

When the sky was bright, Li Hao walked out of the hospital staggeringly, looked up at the dark cloud-covered sky, took a taxi home exhausted, bought breakfast by the way, and staggered back home.

In the spacious hall, Father Li was dressed in a white Tang suit, and he was sitting alone on the Taishi chair. There was a bird cage on the coffee table, and the thrush was jumping and chirping non-stop.

"Father, it's breakfast!" Li Hao smiled, took out two cups of soy milk from the bag, put the fritters on the plate, grabbed a steamed stuffed bun and gnawed on it.

Father Li picked up a deep-fried dough stick, took a bite, made a crisp sound, and said with satisfaction: "It's fragrant and crispy, and the taste is good!"

"Thanks to dad arriving in time, otherwise I would have died!" Li Hao said gratefully.

Father Li waved his hand casually, and said playfully, "You're lucky. I knew you were going to see your girlfriend. I went to see my daughter-in-law, but I waited half the night for something dirty!"

Li Hao had a strange expression, the more he listened to it, the more uncomfortable it became. This must be the case when he ran to peek at something dirty.

As soon as he finished speaking, Father Li felt something was wrong, smiled awkwardly, took a sip of the sweet soy milk, and quickly changed the subject: "It tastes good, much better than the one at the street corner."

Li Hao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, shook his head speechlessly, and said curiously: "What the hell is that dirty thing? It's so strange that it's not afraid of bullets or electric shocks."

Father Li ate fried dough sticks comfortably, and said with a smirk, "You ask me, who should I ask, and I'm not a Taoist priest, so how do I know what it is?"

"Dizzy!" Li Hao lowered his head, put down the soy milk, and said weakly, "This time I'm lucky, next time I encounter dirty things, I don't know if I'm lucky!"

Father Li shook his head meaningfully, reached under the table, took out a pair of stylish red shorts, and handed it to Li Hao.

Li Hao's expression changed suddenly, his eyeballs almost fell into the soy milk, he pointed at the red shorts, and said in horror: "No way, you picked it up again!"

Father Li had a weird expression on his face, and then he was relieved, and said with a smirk: "Little rabbit, where are you going, these are new, gossip-proof shorts that have been consecrated by the Living Buddha. Wearing them can ward off evil, and holding them is a magic weapon. When you encounter dirty things, you can buckle your head, and you will be prestige!"

"It's so awesome, you must wear it every day!" Li Hao took the treasure and looked it up and down. There is a golden gossip pattern on the front, black and white yin and yang fish. .
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PS: The third update will be delivered, the seven chapters will be updated at [-]:[-] tomorrow night, and the tenth update will be completed!

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