Here Lies The Wicked

Chapter 102 Going Home

Two days later...

"There's no such thing as an endless feast. Thank you for your hard work and effort these past few days..."

"Especially the props master, old sun has worked hard on you..."

"As the director of the production team, I know very well that without a belief and scrupulousness as an actor, it is impossible for everyone to persevere in a difficult environment, not to be accompanied by family members, not to respect the filial piety of their children... The audience in front of the screen only sees the prosperity of the entertainment industry, not the bitterness and sweat that everyone has to pay for their dreams..."

"Thank you again for your hard work and sweat for the production team. Thank you!"

It was the last day of the crew in Dragon head lake village, and after the dinner today, a lot of people had to go their separate ways.

People are sentimental animals. This is the last gathering in Dragon head lake village. A few young girls who have yet to look down on life and the world are crying so much that they add wechat, penguin, and address book to each other.

Add whatever you can.

Local Tyrant ran over shamelessly and added all the single girls' wechat messages. She was in a sad mood before leaving, and A Local Tyrant easily got her to wechat. When she came back, she even showed off to Fang Zheng.

During this period, there was a quiet girl with glasses. Her face was red and she wanted to add Fang Zheng's wechat, which made Local Tyrant scream.

After practicing martial arts, Fang Zheng's temperament became more and more different from ordinary people, strong and tough. In addition, with the fierce and murderous spirit honed by the ghosts, every day and night, he was constantly edified, tormenting his spirit and spirit, making the whole person more and more extraordinary.

His blood was strong and his fists held the momentum of mountains and rivers.

So before the end of the banquet, the director actually looked for Fang Zheng. If Fang Zheng had the heart to develop into the entertainment industry, he was very optimistic about Fang Zheng. This time, he could fly to southeast asia with the crew and arrange an important male supporting actor.

"Thank you for your cultivation. Thank you very much. I need time to think about it."

But everyone could tell that Fang Zheng was politely refusing.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have nodded his head in ecstasy and agreed.

In fact, this was not Fang Zheng's deliberately pretentious.

Hell was empty and filled with evil spirits.

The world was already restless.

He didn't even know whether he was going to live or die, so he didn't want to be at ease.

He had to work hard to build up his foundation in the early stages in order to meet the greater changes in the future. According to the information he had gleaned from Wang Minghe, it was only the beginning of the spirit recovery, and the ghosts were not that powerful.

In the later stages, the ghosts appeared more and more strange, evil and horrible.

Fang Zheng got into Local Tyrant's bmw x5 and followed the production team out of Dragon head lake village. This time, the production team trip was completely over.

This trip was quite fruitful, and the gains in a few days were comparable to his january efforts in Zhou city. When Fang Zheng returned, he planned to digest the fruits of the trip.

God hid the ninth level... He had been fascinated for a long time.

No!

Not all of them ended, and the mysterious remains of the ancient city of Dragon head lake...

And the cover Gao family...

These days were sensitive times, and he tried to keep a low profile, never taking the initiative to approach Dragon head lake.

He didn't get in touch with Wang Minghe easily.

"Fang Fang, why did you reject the director's invitation? That's an internationally renowned director. How many people want to lose the chance to be caught by the unspoken rules? Good thing you let go of the opportunity to come to your door for nothing." Along the way, Local Tyrant was driving, and his heart ached a little. He was really concerned about Fang Zheng.

"Lv Dong, try not to go out of the city in the future. Even if you want to go out of the city, you have to go to a big city with many people!" Fang Zheng, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked at Local Tyrant, who was driving, with a never serious tone.

"What's wrong?" Local Tyrant was confused.

Just then, Fang Zheng's phone vibrated.

When he saw the caller id number, Fang Zheng's face was slightly stunned.

It was Butcher zhang.

Although both parties left contact numbers after Mr. Fu's Underworld shop went down the drain, this was the first time they had contacted each other.

It was unexpected that Butcher zhang was the first to take the initiative.

"Are you coming back soon?" Butcher zhang remained cold, silent, and without a word.

Fang Zheng was startled and a chill rose from his back.

As soon as he left Dragon head lake village, Butcher zhang called. Such a sensitive time...

There was something strange about it...

"Well, I'll be back soon. I'll be in Zhou city around one or two in the morning tonight." Fang Zheng answered honestly.

At this time, any concealment or self-knowledge is very stupid.

On the phone, butcher zhang said, "Mr. Fu and I are going out to do something important. Mr. Fu's Underworld shop can't be empty for a day. If you have time, can you come to the Underworld shop to temporarily help look after the store for a period of time? About a month, or half a month."

"If it's my personal suggestion, I suggest you don't miss this opportunity. If you can make Mr. Fu owe a favor, you'll know how much Mr. Fu owes in the future."

According to Butcher zhang, all he had to do was ask him to look after the underworld at night.

Fang Zheng was surprised.

After a few seconds of silence, he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll be there on time tomorrow."

There was a subtle balance between him and Butcher zhang.

He never asked about butcher zhang's identity.

Butcher zhang also never asked about his identity or secrets.

The two sides had been living peacefully in this delicate and balanced way.

But Butcher zhang and Mr. Fu were, in all likelihood, people in the system, and there was no doubt about that. Since he had this delicate relationship with Butcher zhang, perhaps he could use this rare opportunity to learn more about the secrets of the spirit recovery...

The people in the system must have more information.

Of course, on the other hand, he already had plans to go back this time and digest the gains.

Half a month or a month... Calculating time silently is almost enough.

Fang Zheng had also thought that perhaps this was the opportunity that Butcher zhang had won for him. With Mr. Fu's status, there must be no shortage of manpower...

And Butcher zhang emphasized the importance of Mr. Fu's kindness...

"Why? Who's calling?" Seeing that fang zheng's face was not right, Local Tyrant asked curiously.

Fang Zheng shook his head to show that he was fine.

...

Late at night.

When Fang Zheng returned to the Zhou city district where he had been away for a week and stood at the entrance of the district, he felt as if he had been separated from the rest of his life.

Many times, he was in a dangerous situation. The hundred-year-old female ghost almost capsized the boat in the sewer, which made him involuntarily sigh with emotion.

The air of peace is so good!

Fang Zheng entered the neighborhood with his travel bag, chatted with Captain Liu in the security room for half an hour, walked through the green belt, entered the elevator, and reached the floor... Fang Zheng seemed to value the peace in front of him, walking very slowly, savoring every little detail, all of which came from the same name... Peace.

Uh.

Standing in front of his house, apart from being demolished by him, the next-door neighbor police officer Wei's house, which had not yet been renovated...

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