Chapter 1586: Manager, where did you get this piece of cloth?

The manager stays in the duty room and feels very boring.
Standing in front of the empty portrait, he looked at the joss stick and fruit offered in front of the portrait, with a mocking smile on his mouth.
"It's also an old man like Lao Wang, who has nothing to think about this kind of magical things. In my opinion, these gadgets are just some invisible things. There is no one on this portrait. Why are they still offering it? . It's better to tear it up."
When the manager finished speaking, he grabbed the lower corner of the portrait and pulled it hard.
He heard a croak, a corner of the portrait was torn off, and black smoke emerged from the torn place.
Although the manager is a man, he is not the one who is usually courageous. He screamed and fainted when he saw such a jet of black smoke.
Besides, Zhong Kui and Master Azan were playing lively, Zhong Kui suddenly felt unstable and fell.
When Master Azan saw this, he immediately laughed, "Master Zhong Kui, you are dedicated to eliminating demons, but it's a pity that those who worship you are not religious. It seems that someone moved your nest."
Zhong Kui got up from the ground and roared, "I'll go back and take a look. When I come back, I will continue to fight with you for three hundred rounds."
That Zhong Kui flew into the duty room, and found that the manager was lying on the ground, his portrait was missing a corner, and he immediately understood what was going on.
"Oh, I am dedicated to removing the devil for you. I didn't expect that you idiot would tear up my portrait, which is really annoying."
Master Azan flew to the duty room and laughed loudly, "Master Zhong Kui, these guys don't know what is good or bad at all, why are you having trouble with me for them?"
Zhong Kui said angrily, "You bastard, I'm just being torn a corner of the portrait, it's no big deal. Come, come, let's go on, if you don't believe me, I will cut your life."
Master Azan smiled, "Zhong Kui, now you are just a ray of soul in the portrait. Now that the portrait is torn, your vitality is greatly injured. Do you want to keep fighting?"
"Humph! I will never stop if you don't cut your lifeline today!"
After Zhong Kui finished speaking, he swung his sword again.
Master Azan exclaimed and avoided, one corner of his robe had been cut off by Zhong Kui with a sword.
Master Azan wiped cold sweat and said, "It's so dangerous, you almost turned it into an eunuch."
Zhong Kui smiled, "Believe it or not, I'll let you be an next time."
Master Azan shook his head, "I don't believe it, your portrait is now torn, and your vitality is greatly injured. If you want to hurt me, it's just a dream."
"Humph! Then try it out."
After Zhong Kui finished speaking, he rose up again, and the two flew into the air to continue fighting.
Besides, the old man Wang sent Mrs. Chen home and returned to the duty room. When he saw the manager lying on the ground, he ran forward in fright and woke him up.
"Manager, what did you do? How can you faint if you are good."
When the manager opened his eyes, he immediately looked at the portrait on the wall and shivered, "That portrait is weird."
"What's weird about the portrait?"
"Suddenly a puff of black smoke emerged from the portrait."
"Manager, what are you talking about, how can you smoke so well?"
"Pharaoh, it's really black smoke, I won't lie to you."
Old man Wang stared at the portrait and immediately realized something was wrong.
"Ah? My portrait. Why is a corner missing?"
Upon seeing this, the manager quickly got up and walked out the door.
Old man Wang picked up a corner of the torn portrait from the ground and shivered, "Stop! Manager, to be honest, did you tear off the corner of the portrait?"
The manager couldn’t help but tell the truth,
I’m sorry, Pharaoh. I thought that there was no one on this portrait. It was too ugly. So I wanted to tear it off. Unexpectedly, I tore a corner and a wave appeared. Black smoke. I really didn't mean it."
Old man Wang sighed, "This is disrespectful. You actually tore the portrait of Master Zhong Kui?"
Seeing that he was in trouble, the manager was too embarrassed to turn around and left, so he whispered, "It's just a missing corner. It's a big deal. Just stick this corner."
After the manager finished speaking, he rummaged through the drawers in the duty room, found a bottle of glue, and handed it to Old Man Wang, "Hurry up, stick it on."
The old man Wang respectfully knocked his head three times before he took up the glue and reattached the corner of the portrait.
After sticking the horn, Old Man Wang continued to kneel and kowtow, "Sin, sin, my disciple prays for your forgiveness. Master Zhong Kui, you do not remember the fault of the villain."
At the same time, Zhong Kui, who was fighting in midair with Master Azan, immediately felt refreshed. Zhong Kui smiled and said, "It seems that someone has repaired the portrait. Come here, let's continue."
Master Azan frowned, "It must be the good thing that the old man at the door did. It's really nosy."
The manager looked at the old man Wang kneeling in front of the portrait, kowtowing his head hurriedly. He couldn't help feeling funny. When he looked down accidentally, he found a piece of purple cloth on the floor, the piece of cloth was the size of a palm. Out of curiosity, he took the piece of cloth. Picked it up.
"Pharaoh, what's the matter with this piece of cloth?"
The old man Wang turned around abruptly, saw the piece of cloth in the manager's hand, and immediately stunned. He grabbed the piece of cloth in one hand and squeezed it in his hand, with a surprised look on his face.
"Manager, where did you get this piece of cloth?"
"I found it in the duty room. Isn't this yours?"
"This thing is so bright in color, how could it be my old man's thing?"
"Then I don't know. Just now I saw you kneeling on the ground and kowtow. This piece of cloth is on the floor, so I picked it up."
Old man Wang was holding a piece of cloth, his eyes wandering around the house, and suddenly his eyes were locked on the computer in the duty room. He stared at the person on the screen and exclaimed.
"God, I know whose thing this is?"
"Whose thing is this?"
"It's his."
The old man Wang pointed to the person on the computer screen. The frozen picture on the computer screen was exactly the picture of Master Azan knocking on the door before.
Looking at the ugly face of Master Azan in the video, the manager couldn't help being dumbfounded.
"What? You said this piece of cloth belongs to that weird man?"
"Yes. It can only be his.",
The manager took the piece of cloth to the computer screen and compared it carefully. The colors and patterns were all similar, but he still felt incredible.
"But how is this possible? Didn't you clearly drive him away before? Since he hasn't stepped through the door, how can there be pieces of his clothes on the floor of the duty room? This is totally unreasonable."
"Manager, I clean this duty room every day. It's impossible that there is such a piece of cloth on the floor that I haven't seen. This piece of cloth has obviously just appeared. However, the only person in purple clothes I have seen today is the weird man. , So this piece of cloth can only be his."