"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting 100 negative emotion points!"
Wow, good guy, Zhao Zhiming is definitely gilded.
You poke my pain point, I will poke your pain point too.
Come on, hurt each other!
Anyway, the final winner is always me.
Besides, I didn't lie, did I?
Teacher Zhao is not a big shot, unlike Zhang Di, who was in heavy rain.
Zhang Di walked out of the toilet and ran back to the classroom. What was he doing? To get beaten?
Run away (͡°͜ʖ͡°)
But Zhang Di was nervous all morning.
Fortunately, Zhao Zhiming didn't pursue himself too much.
Happy time is short, Monday passed quickly, and school was dismissed on time at four o'clock in the afternoon.
Zhang Di rode his magic donkey to Lao Qian's funeral shop. There was a yard behind the funeral shop, which was Lao Qian's studio.
It was full of reeds and some tools and materials for paper-making.
"Uncle Qian, have I finished tying my stuff?"
Old Qian had dark circles under his eyes and yawned, "Look at my dark circles. I was busy all night yesterday and didn't sleep."
"Your aunt came to help early in the morning, and ended up tying 10 Gatling guns and some bullets. The key is that these things are not easy to make."
Old Qian said with a bitter face, "How about you take these away first? Come back to get the rocket launcher and shells tomorrow afternoon?"
A middle-aged woman was working skillfully, looking at Zhang Di with a smile on her face. She thought it was very interesting.
What do young people think about now?
Spend so much money to get so many broken things?
Zhang Di looked at the Gatling guns and boxes of bullets in the yard, and he couldn't stop laughing. He took out another thousand yuan and handed it to Old Qian on the spot.
"Uncle Qian, Auntie, you've worked hard. Take this money. It's my extra hard work fee for you."
"Oh, you kid... OK, OK..."
He was not polite. Zhang Di didn't care about it. As long as the old man was happy, he could spend any amount of money.
Uncle Qian took the money and said with a smile: "Let's go. It's not easy for you to carry so many Gatling guns by yourself. I'll send them to you."
"Okay, no problem. I'll ride my bike. You follow me, Uncle Qian."
After loading all 10 Gatling guns and dozens of rows of bullets into the car, Old Qian helped him deliver all these things to the cemetery, and then drove away.
At this point, there was no one in the cemetery.
Zhang Di began to draw the talisman for a long time. After about an hour.
Zhang Di looked at the rows of bullets under his feet and fell into deep thought. After a long time, he muttered to himself: "Are these bullets too ordinary? What if they can't hurt the little ghosts below? Isn't it a waste of my efforts?"
"Got it!"
Zhang Di's eyes lit up.
Use a cinnabar pen to write on each row of bullets: Netherworld bullets, which can cause devastating blows to evil spirits and ghosts.
In the distance, behind a tombstone.
Zhang Cai scratched his colorful short hair in confusion; strange, what on earth is this guy doing?
He is not mentally ill, right?
What is Director Chu Weiguo thinking? Let him investigate a mentally ill person?
Forget it, there are still three or four days before his work is completed. Whether this person can be incorporated into the Supernatural Investigation Bureau is up to fate.
Then.
A raging fire ignited in front of Zhang Kuian's grave, and one Gatling gun after another, and rows of bullets, were all burned by Zhang Di.
After burning.
Zhang Di felt an extreme sense of weakness, and it was a bit difficult to move, as if his spirit was hollowed out.
It was as if he was caught by all the female classmates in the class to relieve his loneliness for a whole night.
"Damn, I didn't expect that burning a Gatling gun would consume so much energy. I will do my best to burn a rocket launcher tomorrow."
Zhang Di climbed onto the tram and patted the front of the tram weakly: "Baby, take me to the nearest pharmacy."
Then Zhang Di lay on the seat, which was quite comfortable.
The donkey rushed to the nearest pharmacy at a normal speed of 40 miles per hour.
Zhang Cai behind the tombstone was surprised: "Oh my god, are electric cars so technological now? Automatic driving?"
......
The underworld!
Black Iron City, on the majestic parade ground.
Zhang Kuian, who was commanding the entire army to train, heard the muffled thunder in the sky and looked up at the first time, and saw golden light.
The old man grinned: "My dear grandson, I haven't sent you a dream yet, and you are here to burn something? What are you burning this time?"
"Little ones, come and pick up the goods!"
The old man waved his hand, and several confidants floated over.
Under the golden light, one Gatling gun after another fell from the sky.
Zhang Kuian opened his mouth wide, his face full of disbelief.
Even the old man was shocked by this scene.
He was in a state of confusion.
Until a Gatling gun hit him hard on the forehead.
Zhang Kuian grabbed the Gatling gun and studied it. The texture of steel, the precision workmanship, and the modern sense of mechanization.
Then there were rows of bullets emitting special ghostly auras, which slowly fell along the golden light channel, which was more spectacular than airdrops.
"This kid... Hahaha!"
Zhang Kuian laughed.
Yang Shicheng asked in confusion: "Marshal, what is this?"
"Marshal, this thing is so precise, it's a masterpiece!"
"What is the use of this thing?"
"I have lived in the underworld for hundreds of years, how come I have never seen this thing?"
"Is this another product of the world that the young marshal burned down?"
Several confidants pinched the gun barrels with both hands and looked inside, not afraid that a bullet would come out and blast them into a one-eyed dragon.
Zhang Kuian held a row of bullets and looked at the special words marked by Zhang Di on them. He raised his mouth with a touch of relief. This kid is really careful.
The old man explained with shining eyes: "This is a good thing. It is a killer weapon for war."
"Yunhai, go to the evil ghost purgatory in the city to catch a few vicious evil ghosts. This commander wants to test the new weapon."
"Yes, commander!"
The ghost king named Yunhai left in response.
Not long after, five evil ghosts with evil spirits and hideous faces were taken to the parade ground. According to the instructions, they were tied to the pillars.
Each of them is a ghost-level evil ghost.
Zhang Kuian studied it carefully, then buckled the bullet, held the Gatling gun in one hand, and pulled the trigger with the other hand.
Under the horrified eyes of the rebels, bullets with blue flames shot out from the barrel.
Dada dada dada dada dada dada....... Bullets hit the five ghosts, and each bullet caused a large area of ghost energy to dissipate, leaving a fist-sized hole.
A shrill scream came from the school field, and the sound became weaker and weaker.
Only half of a round of bullets was fired, and the five ghost-level evil ghosts were blasted into a ghost energy, which gradually dissipated completely.
Zhang Kuian nodded with satisfaction: "It's quite powerful, but it's this bullet, it seems a little less..."
"Tell that kid to burn more bullets in the dream at night, and burn some rocket launchers by the way."
"If possible, tanks will also work..."
"..."
Dear grandpa, do you want to tire me to death?