Vol 11 Chapter 4: Fang Linyan's head flew out!

At the same time, the abyss lord's fingers were interspersed and pulled with extremely complicated and dense methods, as if an invisible timeline was being twisted on his fingertips, and then a vicious web was quickly weaving.
With a twist and a twitch on his fingertips, Fang Linyan in his pupils was about to face great trouble, it can be said that it was very difficult to deal with.
Fang Linyan tried his best to resist under the terrible offensive, with all his cards out, but the Abyss Lord still responded calmly and confidently.
In the last panic, the light flashed, the Abyss Lord's fingertips lightly swiped, Fang Linyan's head... actually flew out!
"It turns out that your fatal weakness will appear at this moment! Very good, very good, your destiny has been locked by me, you can enjoy this time of your life."
"I will stay away from you as much as possible to avoid affecting the generation of this timeline, and then appear in front of you at that moment, and finally harvest your life."
A smile appeared on the corner of the abyss lord's mouth.
Two or three minutes later, Xiao Huang, oh no, the current boss Huang came out to pour water for the guests, but he was surprised to find that the seat was empty and only one thousand yuan bill was left, but the problem is that the bill was made ten years ago. Has been withdrawn from circulation!
But that’s okay. The money can be exchanged as much as you can get to the bank. Not only that, it looks good. Some collectors will even triple the purchase, so they won’t lose money.
Not only that, but there was also a leaflet on the table that should have been picked up from the ground.
The flyer is crumpled, and it is estimated that a few feet have been stepped on, but this is not the point. The point is that the ballpoint pen has drawn a big circle on the two characters on the flyer.
These two words are impressively "a week"!
It seemed that the fifth brother had an urgent matter to leave, but he already knew what Old Huang wanted to ask, so he picked up the ballpoint pen used by Old Huang's little son to do his homework next to the bar, and directly sketched it out.
Seeing this scene, Lao Huang finally showed a happy smile on his face:
"It's only been a week, and I have made a profit."
Youdao is a happy event, Lao Huang planned to close the stall in advance today. The carefully selected white chicken has been killed just now. Since the fifth brother is gone, he just made it and had two more drinks.
The stone that has been lingering in my heart for more than ten years has fallen to the ground, and people are also particularly relaxed.
However, he was busy working in the back kitchen, and the guy who was cleaning outside screamed after a while, and soon came back and said to Lao Huang:
"Boss, there is a who stole the remaining chickens in the cage outside!"
Although Lao Huang has just sent home a little bit, although the chicken he selected to make the signature dishes is not as demanding as the old man's requirements, the local chicken is a must, so a few chickens are also a lot of money.
Hearing this, he went over and looked furiously, but found that the guy looked at the chicken coop blankly, his voice changed a little:
"Boss, look at this."
Lao Huang looked carefully, and found that under the dim light, he could see that although there were no chickens in the chicken coop, there were three eggs, and the chickens he bought for the white chicken must be six-month-old young cock!
So the reasonable explanation is that someone stole the chicken and then put three eggs in it... Who the is so boring!
Immediately afterwards, the guy tremblingly pointed to the next table. It was where the fifth brother was sitting before. You could see something stuck in the chopstick holder, but it was definitely not chopsticks.
The old yellow tiptoe walked over, and found that it turned out to be half a verdant bamboo, the bamboo leaves on it were still there, and there was still dew!
Some things are viewed separately, but they are actually quite common.
For example, your parking space is occupied,
For example, you drive home every time you travel,
But when you put these two things together: every time you drive home from a business trip, you find that your parking space is occupied, that's really an unfortunate thing.
This is likely to involve ethics, emotions, hormones, body fluids, stimulation, secrets, loneliness, green and other keywords.
And this series of weird things encountered by Lao Huang and his buddy is the same. The two people looked at each other for a few seconds in the early morning, and suddenly screamed. They didn't even take the table or anything, and plunged straight into it. Inside the door of the shop, the door was slammed shut.
At this time, Lao Huang suddenly realized something. When he was in his twenties, the fifth brother looked like this. He seemed to be two years younger than him. Now he has fallen out and his beer belly has been stuffed into his vest. Full, wrinkles and crow's feet are visible all over the face.
But the fifth brother has not changed!
"It's no wonder that the death of life is so accurate! The dog day turned out to be really not a human!"
Lao Huang shivering in the bed came to such a conclusion.
Of course, the Lord of the Abyss certainly didn't know that the turbulence of time scattered when he used his talent ability directly triggered a series of spiritual events.
Of course, the three chickens were not stolen, they were only affected by the turbulence of time and became what they looked like six months ago.
The same goes for the chopsticks on the table. The timeline on it was moved to two years and four months ago, when it had just been chopped off to be shipped to the processing plant.
A week later, Lao Huang, who was smoking a cigarette, was sitting on a stool to take his breath, watching the newly recruited waiter carry out four bowls of meat swallows.
The waiter's real name is A Hong, who moved here half a year ago. Her husband died and dragged a daughter very hard. He was of medium appearance, but could speak well.
And the body is hot, the front view is reminiscent of a yurt, and the back view is reminiscent of a peach ------ it is the age when a young woman in her thirties has matured.
At this time, Lao Huang was staring at A Hong's round buttocks tightly tightened by his jeans, which was swinging in an exaggerated range, and his Adam's apple moved up and down greedily.
After the guest left, Lao Huang looked at the time and directly ordered closing, and then stopped Ah Hong:
"Wait a minute, I have something to tell you."
A Hong was stiff and could only smile and said:
"Boss, I have to go back early today."
Old Huang frowned and said angrily:
"Well, you go, don't come tomorrow."
A Hong immediately stopped feeling helpless. As a duckweed-like life-stricken woman, she actually needed this job. After all, this job does not require a diploma or sell anything, it's nothing more than washing dishes and serving dishes.
The point is that Lao Huang generously gave her five thousand yuan a month, which is higher than the salary of many employees in the office building.
After the rest of the people left, Old Huang put his hand directly on A Hong’s shoulder. A Hong trembled, but he did not resist or did not dare to resist, and was numbly taken by him to the small room behind. .
Lao Huang, who has two suites, and his family don't usually live here anymore. This small room is used by Lao Huang for an early afternoon nap.
Of course, now he plans to use it for other things.
A Hong did not resist, and she knew in her heart that she had no choice.
Ten minutes later, the nearest hospital suddenly received an emergency call.
The female voice on the phone was shocked, it was Ah Hong's voice.
Then the ambulance rushed to the door of Lao Huang Yuntun, and then used a stretcher to lift the naked Lao Huang out, Lao Huang clutched his chest, panting hard:
"I'm fine, my fifth brother said that I only have one week off my life..."
"No, isn't it exactly a week since the fifth brother came today?"
"Does he mean that I only have one week left... to live?"
"......"
The doctor next to him has already begun to make a diagnosis: a serious myocardial infarction is suspected, and then he quickly gives first aid to Lao Huang.
The alarmed neighbors also began to whisper their own diagnosis:
"Immediately wind!"
"Hopeless."
"Death under the peony..."
"Don't lose money if you die."

Seven hours later,
Fang Linyan rejected the offer to send him a car, but left the airport in an abnormal way.
The reason for doing this in violation of the law is that he has now entered a vigilant mode. If someone wants to disadvantage him, he must pay close attention to the cameras in airports, stations and other places.
Therefore, Fang Linyan was unwilling to appear under any surveillance and cameras at this time.
Yes, he still remembers that once he returns, he will be closely protected by space, but such close protection is definitely limited.
For example, Fang Linyan noticed that there are no critical remarks behind: for example, this effect has priority and so on.
Therefore, it is the words on Quirrell's turban: This effect is regular and makes people feel safer.
After arriving outside the airport, Fang Linyan got in a taxi and got off halfway. Then he stole a motorcycle and hurried to the rental house before he left.
Because Fang Linyan paid the rent for three years at a time when he left last time, there was no worry that the landlord would take it back. However, after entering the house, he immediately found that it was turned upside down, which was obviously a thief.
However, this unsightly gentleman of Liang Shang had obviously chosen the wrong target, and Fang Linyan did not leave anything valuable here, but the furniture and furnishings in it carried Fang Linyan's good memories.
So Fang Linyan fell asleep in the dusty and musty room. He slept soundly and even snorted. The harsh environment and bad smell were not a problem, because it was the taste of hometown.
Of course, even here, Fang Linyan didn’t care about it. He used the newly acquired energy block to summon Lubos. Perhaps it was not the strongest mechanical creature Fang Linyan could summon at this time, but it had the ability to track smell. , Is undoubtedly the best warning effect.
When summoning Rubes, Fang Linyan also specifically consulted about the space, and the hint he received was also very clear:
As long as Fang Linyan didn't take the initiative to attack the other space fighters, he would be blessed by space.
However, as long as Fang Linyan uses any active skills from space, there is a certain probability that he will be discovered by the rest of the space warriors, or use divination/prayer techniques and other methods to calculate his whereabouts.
At the same time, the blessing of space does not mean invincibility. It just makes the rest of the space fighters unaware of his whereabouts. Once the rest of the space fighters trigger some large-scale range killing skills/weapons (such as detonating a nuclear bomb nearby) ), that Fang Linyan would like to get caught.
Or to put it simply, Fang Linyan, who has space, is like a swordsman with a wind step in Warcraft 3, and the opponent does not have any anti-concealment methods, but if the prediction is accurate, there will be Ability hurt him.

At about 5:30 the next morning, Fang Linyan woke up because he smelled fried dough sticks and steamed buns downstairs.
For a long time in the past, he did not like the taste very much -------because he didn't have the money for breakfast-------or even if it was breakfast, it must be the sweet potato porridge cooked by Uncle Xu If there is work, it will be served with steamed buns and fermented bean curd.
Uncle Xu's hobby is to break the steamed buns, spread the fermented bean curd on it, just like spreading jam on the bread, then take a bite, and then a few mouthfuls of porridge.
At that time, Uncle Xu’s expression was cheerful and relaxed.
To tell the truth, Fang Linyan felt that this way of eating was not delicious at all, and now he knew that what Uncle Xu enjoyed was not fermented bean curd with steamed buns, but the taste of his hometown. His hometown liked this way of eating.
Then, after quickly eliminating a few things that jumped out in his mind, Fang Linyan decided to eat a bowl of noodles.
To be precise, it is a bowl of Dandan noodles that has been improved to meet the tastes of the locals in Taicheng.
On Fang Linyan’s birthday, Uncle Xu would take him to eat longevity noodles, and then specially ordered him to add an egg, but every time Uncle Xu ordered Fang Linyan’s tomato omelette noodles, because he thought it would not be good for children to eat spicy food. However, UU read www.uukanshu.com but ignored Fang Linyan's longing eyes when he looked at the red oil used for the noodles.
Therefore, since Fang Linyan can decide what to eat for breakfast, she has a soft spot for Dandan noodles.
Watching the crushed peanuts, bright red chili oil, white shallots and minced garlic, pale yellow meat, and steaming noodles are stirred together, the taste will immediately produce a strong chemical reaction, which makes people The appetite is so great that I can't help but want to instigate a few mouthfuls.
After eating the dandan noodles, come again with a bowl of sweet and white glutinous rice balls, and a good day can start refreshed.
This is one of Fang Linyan's good memories, so he plans to revisit it. This is a very reasonable thing, right?
He called for a car, but stopped when he arrived at his "former residence" that year. This is where he and Uncle Xu lived for seven years. This is a typical slum, and they live in a typical illegal building.
To his surprise, the house seemed to be vacant and not rented out.
When walking to the "old Chengdu Dandan noodles", he passed a "D" shaped intersection, where he heard crying, mourning, and the spirit shed was also erected. Obviously there was a scene here. Funeral.
In the newborn sunshine, relatives and friends who came after hearing the news, neighbors in the neighborhood began to eat melon seeds and peanuts under the shed, chatting and laughing happily, some even laughed out of pigs.
When there are too many people, some people start to play mahjong and poker, and Fang Linyan dares to bet. At this time, those who sincerely come to mourn will surely be less than one-tenth of those who come to have fun.
Looking at these joyful people attending the funeral, Fang Linyan walked quickly, and then he saw the old yellow-haired sign of the store:
Old yellow meat swallow.