Eat it for breakfast and as a midnight snack.

The maid lady's food can't be wasted... Old Di doesn't dare to waste it now.

"Mr. Di, this is your latest treatment expense list. Please confirm it."

"Didn't you say that it's best not to discuss business matters at the dinner table?"

Di Qinglong's hands couldn't help but tremble at this moment. He knew that it must be very expensive - the cost of repairing the appearance.

I saw Dr. Luo calmly picking up the dishes and eating the overnight meal in a very civilized manner - it really shouldn't be wasted.

"Mr. Di, this is your latest treatment expense list. Please confirm it."

"Okay...ok."

It was useless. All the methods that could be used on women seemed to be ineffective on the female nurses in this clinic. For the first time, Di Qinglong felt helpless towards a woman.

——How could there be such a terrible sense of pressure...

——New polymer nanomaterial skin grafting, supramolecular biosimulation prosthetic eyes·K type, 3D facial reconstruction... What the hell is this, have you never heard of it?

It's as if there is a big mountain called "can't afford it" pressing down on me - there used to be one mountain, but now there are two.

Di Qinglong quickly signed his name on the bill, and then threw it aside. Debts, if they become too much, they won't be felt anymore, and in the worst case, they will have to work hard.

The morning news on TV was broadcasting the incident at the abandoned building.

"...It is reported that this time was caused by the remnants of the alien species. After receiving the report, the Fire Cloud General Administration immediately dispatched to quell the incident. No lives were lost during the incident, but the law enforcers pulled out hundreds of bodies under the building.

Skeletons…”

Of course the female anchor's looks are passable, otherwise she wouldn't get any ratings.

Lao Di's eyes were not on this good-looking anchor, but he frowned and said: "Doctor, there is one thing I don't understand very well... With Yuan Qinghua's ability, why can he create such a terrifying space?"

"What if it's not a person?" Dr. Luo said casually.

"It's not a person..." Di Qinglong was startled, and his heart moved, "You said it was the bones in the ground..."

"Resentment." Dr. Luo put down his chopsticks, looked at Di Qinglong and said, "You have seen it before, right? The birth of the evil ghost."

Di Qinglong nodded. Before they found the building, the two of them had encountered a homeless man who died tragically... He even wanted to transform into a ghost out of resentment. Later, there even appeared as a wandering god from the [Ninth Prison].

.

The process is not very pleasant.

"The grievances of hundreds of people, such huge grievances... people from the [Ninth Prison] didn't take action to deal with it?" Di Qinglong frowned subconsciously.

Dr. Luo said: "The news I received is that the [Ninth Prison] has temporarily stopped all operations due to unknown reasons... Of course, why they appeared again last night is unknown."

"Have the matters to be dealt with been dealt with...etc.?" Di Qinglong asked tentatively. He always felt that this doctor knew about it, but he was the Riddler.

"It's possible." Dr. Luo nodded.

--Again!

Lao Di sighed secretly, a lot of things happened in the past night, especially the last dream...it seemed to be between reality and illusion.

"Yuan Qinghua..." Di Qinglong suddenly stared at Dr. Luo very seriously.

"Do you have any questions about Miss Yuan?"

"No." Di Qinglong finally shook his head, "No more...it's not necessary."

Mature men must learn to let go, and men with stories know how to be chic... The Duck King, who was very popular in Huoyun, bid farewell to the clinic quite gracefully at this time.

——It’s nothing. I won’t come to this place again until I die.

He thought to himself.

"Mr. Di, remember to pay the first installment of the debt on time next month!" the maid waved and reminded him.

——I can’t be cool at all!!

——I don’t know if selling the house and car will be enough for the first installment...

——Do you want to simply... come back to the world?

——I always feel that I am not interested in women right now...

…

——The Rich Woman Happy Ball you ordered has been placed.

——The goods are expected to be delivered the day after tomorrow...

On the bench in the park facing the street, Di Qinglong shook his cigarette case, lit up a cigarette for himself, and used the smoke he exhaled to dye the halo of the street lamp hazy... in a daze.

The phone suddenly trembled... A strange phone number came into Di Qinglong's eyes.

He frowned.

This is indeed a completely unfamiliar number - he remembers all the numbers, customers', passers-by's, important, unimportant - as long as there is a call record.

Connected.

In the silence, a slightly hoarse voice slowly sounded, like a whisper, whispering something.

——[Vacuum hometown, no biological parents]

——[Hongyang...]

Before the second sentence seemed to be finished, Di Qinglong had already cut off the phone call... even the phone was crushed to pieces in his hands.

He stared blankly at the fragments of the phone on his palm, and said to himself: "That's sloppy..."

Cell phones are also very expensive.

Di Qinglong didn't sit for long before he threw down his cigarette butt, turned around and disappeared into the night.

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boom--!

Bullets, armor-piercing ones, were being fired from a purely mechanical long-barreled shotgun. Facing such bullets, Xiaolin Sir rolled around in panic, dodged in panic, and took a bite.

of mud.

I heard Uncle De put down the shotgun at this time and said with a sneer: "You are at this level, but you also want to learn from others to participate in the battle of [Twelve Cities]?"

"..." Xiaolin SIR said: "You can't protect your body, you can't use your cultivation, you can't use your body skills, and you have to cover your eyes..."

He pulled off the black ribbon on his face and said with a bitter look on his face: "Are you really planning to let my father, the white-headed man, give away the black-headed man?"

Who would have thought that this uncle whom he met for the first time in his life was so efficient... He had just finished delivering the pickles sent by Lin's mother, and he was immediately assigned to special training, and the training lasted all night.

"Your cultivation level is very high." I heard Uncle De say calmly: "But your foundation is terribly shallow. I don't know whether it's because you got the chance or because you were lucky, but you can't even hold a sword well.

Just wait to be hacked to death in the ring."

"Who said I'm not good at swordsmanship?" Xiaolin SIR was somewhat dissatisfied. He stretched out his hand and pulled out a law enforcer's stick from the motorcycle he was riding on.

With a flick of the black stick, it suddenly became three feet long. Without saying a word, Xiaolin SIR swung his sword at Uncle De. The sword energy was extremely sharp.

"[Xieyue Mountain] Unparalleled Sword Technique?" Uncle De's eyes narrowed, and he seemed to recognize the origin of this sword technique instantly.

"Uncle, take the move!" The law enforcer's stick in Xiaolin SIR's hand instantly erupted with another three-foot sword beam, sweeping directly. He still didn't attack with all his strength, but only used less than 20% of his strength.

And then...and then nothing more.

He seemed to see stars, and then the world began to spin for a while, and then the law enforcer's stick was thrown into the sky. At the same time, the barrel of the shotgun in Uncle De's hand was inserted directly into his mouth.

Damn it?

"Although I don't know where you learned the Wushuang Sword Technique." I heard Uncle De sneer: "But there are not ten but eight guys I have killed who can use the Wushuang Sword Technique. How dare you use this sword technique?"

If you come to sneak attack me, you are just seeking death."

Xiao Lin SIR was immediately shocked. How powerful was his uncle back then? Why has he aged like this now? The most important thing is that when Uncle De knocked him down just now, he didn't even use a trace of spiritual power?

"I...have something to say!" Xiao Lin SIR frightened and took the barrel of the gun away from his mouth, then knelt down in front of Uncle De obediently, "Uncle, I was wrong!"

"You go." Uncle De said calmly.

"No, I was really wrong! Uncle!" Xiaolin SIR was shocked, thinking that he was really annoyed.

"It's dawn." Uncle De said expressionlessly: "The cemetery will open after seven o'clock, and I don't have time to greet you."

Xiaolin SIR's heart moved and he quickly said: "Then I will come to see you at midnight tonight?"

"Why the third watch?" Uncle De asked in surprise.

"You just shot me three times, one, two, and three. Isn't it exactly the third shot?"

"Come back after dinner." Uncle De directly kicked Xiaolin SIR off the hill, "It's enough for me to stay up all night!"

Later, Xiaolin SIR flew away on his motorcycle.

…

At seven o'clock, the southern suburbs cemetery did not immediately receive worshipers, but Uncle De was doing his job as the administrator of the cemetery as always.

The little girl followed Uncle De quietly, and bowed respectfully to every tombstone she passed.

Her father once told her that she should be respectful to those who have passed away.

Some tombstones are left there and no one comes to them again.

At first, I would come here every year, then only once every few years, and then suddenly one day in a certain year I would tell myself that I must go and see him next year.

…

After eating breakfast (thirty sticks of sandalwood), Uncle De touched the little girl's head and said softly: "There are some tombstones on the mountainside behind that need to be wiped today. Dad is a little tired today. Can Wenwen help?

Did dad go wipe it?"
To be continued...