This scumbag is cheating

Chapter 79 Soul Town Street: Uncle, are you happy?
Lu Xiaochuan shouted repeatedly: "Stop, stop! Don't shake it! I'm fine."

He almost spat out the hair in his stomach.

It has to be said that Qin Ange's strength is not ordinary under the equipment wrapped into rice dumplings.

"What did you eat to grow up? Your hands are so strong." Lu Xiaochuan complained.

"Anyway, it's not eating hair." Qin Ange giggled.

Lu Xiaochuan sensibly ignored Qin Ange's words and walked straight in front of the uncle.

"Uncle, I wonder if you have ever seen a human child."

The uncle frowned, and stepped back cautiously and vigilantly: "Are you from General Lu?"

"No."

Lu Xiaochuan shook his head, and said frankly: "We have received a mission to bring the boy back to the world."

"I don't know, you can ask someone else." The uncle gave him a suspicious look, and continued to bury his head on the desk.

Lu Xiaochuan turned his head to look at the diners around him. Before he could speak, those people all turned their heads to other places consciously.

The diners seemed to reject him, and it seemed impossible to inquire about him.

Qin Ange understood Lu Xiaochuan's intentions, and looked outside the street: "How about we ask other people?"

At this moment, panicked screams suddenly came from a distance.

"They are coming again, run!"

"This day is not over yet!"

"..."

Crash.

In just a few breaths, all the people on the street were running away, and the doors of the shops were slammed shut.

The empty street, blown by the north wind, only a mess of garbage.

Both Lu Xiaochuan and Qin Ange froze in place, this must have happened too fast.

"What about uncle?"

Qin Ange looked around, and then found the shivering uncle covering his body with a kitchen towel under the stove.

Qin Ange poked the uncle's back with his finger: "Uncle, what are you doing?"

The uncle trembled, but still didn't dare to show his face: "For the sake of eating my four bowls of noodles, let me remind you, hurry up!"

"Why? Why..."

Qin Ange was like a curious baby, asking questions non-stop.

The uncle was silent, like a rock, motionless.

Seeing this, Qin Ange rolled his eyes, and quietly stretched his hands under the uncle's armpits: "Uncle, uncle, are you comfortable..."

"Uncle, Uncle, are you happy?"

The kitchen cloth that covered it trembled and trembled non-stop.

It is hard to imagine what kind of inhuman torture the uncle is enduring.

Lu Xiaochuan was speechless immediately.

Happy yarn.

The uncle obviously doesn't want to talk to you, okay?
Jingle bells.

The sound of iron chains dragging the ground was getting closer and closer.

"Do not talk."

Lu Xiaochuan's eyes narrowed slightly, he pulled Qin Ange who was still playing around, squatted down, and put the table in front of him on the ground casually.

The two looked at each other, and Lu Xiaochuan was covering Qin Ange's mouth with one hand.

Qin Ange's face was reddish, and his little heart was beating non-stop.

Counting it, this was the second time she was so close to a boy.

Is this what it feels like to be in love?she thought to herself.

At this time, the sound of pattering footsteps slowly approached.

A dozen strong ghost soldiers held sticks and other weapons and smashed everywhere, causing chaos everywhere they passed.

"Be careful, don't miss any corner!"

"We must find that human being."

"..."

Outside the street, a ghost soldier stopped in front of the noodle stall and poked the stove underneath with an iron rod.

Just when he was about to leave, there was a loud shout: "Damn it, have you scratched enough!"

The uncle was a bad-tempered chef before his death, but now, he finally couldn't help it.

He got up from the stove, ready to teach Qin Ange a lesson.

Unexpectedly, standing in front of him was a ghost soldier with green eyes.

Looking at the iron rod in Ghost Soldier's hand, the uncle suddenly realized, and immediately said with a mournful face: "Grandpa Bing, I think we may have misunderstood..."

In another corner, Qin Ange looked innocent.

"Misunderstanding! Go to hell!" The ghost soldier smiled ferociously and swung the iron rod directly.

boom!
The next moment, a frying pan was thrown violently, hitting it squarely in the face.

"Who?" The dozen or so ghost soldiers were taken aback.

Lu Xiaochuan picked up the pan.

Beside him, Singer Qin An was holding a handful of finger-thick, firecracker-like objects, full of excitement, looking eager to try.

【Bear child's firecrackers*20】

【Type: Weapon】

[Quality: Exquisite]

[Attack Power: Medium]

[Attribute: Fire]

[Special effect: Hitting the target produces a fire attribute explosion]

[Remarks: Throw it away wherever you are upset, Ma Ma no longer has to worry about me being beaten. 】

Qin Ange couldn't help but say that the firecrackers were thrown towards the ghost soldiers one by one like carrots that cost nothing.

biubiubiu!

The sound of explosions resounded immediately.

"It's so cool! [-] sticks are really worth it!" Qin Ange had a great time playing.

The corner of Lu Xiaochuan's mouth twitched slightly: "I think we can go directly to Mr. Lu's lair with you!"

clap clap clap!
Qin Ange clapped his hands unsatisfied: "It's boring, just blow up the bones and it's gone."

The uncle was already so frightened that he sat paralyzed on the ground, he couldn't afford to provoke him.

Qin Ange walked up to the uncle, bent slightly, and asked with a smile, "Uncle, are you happy?"

"Happy, happy." The uncle smiled uglier than crying, sitting on the ground and backing away.

In his eyes, Qin Ange has become an out-and-out little witch.

Lu Xiaochuan blocked the uncle's back, and said lightly: "Very good. Then you can tell us now, where is that boy?"

"I heard from customers that they seem to have seen it in the slums of Luocha Street..." The uncle panicked and immediately told all the news he knew.

Lu Xiaochuan looked at the direction the uncle pointed out, feeling a little emotional in his heart: "Let's go, classmate An Ge. You did a good job this time!"

Is this the Rakshasa Street? In a world where the weak are preyed upon by the strong, without strength, it is difficult to move an inch.

Suburbs.

Lin Qingran and Ning Xiansi were walking quickly along the side of the pier.

Ning Xiansi said: "We'd better hurry up and find Cao Yanbing before Mr. Lu makes a move."

"The undead won't lie to us, will they? After walking for so long, why haven't we reached the slums yet?" Lin Qingran was a little impatient.

……

In a slum with dilapidated walls and rubbish, a few ghost soldiers are searching for traces of the undead.

A ghost soldier pinched a terrified thin undead in his hand, and it threw it on the ground viciously: "Take these undead away!"

"I'll go over there to see if there are any fish that slipped through the net!"

"..."

In the dilapidated house not far from Guibing, Cao Yanbing curled up in the corner, with worried eyes: "Sister?"

Beside Cao Yanbing, a girl about fourteen or fifteen years old with long white hair made a soft hand gesture to signal him not to speak.

(End of this chapter)