The sun shines through the gaps in the leaves and falls on the blue-gray tiles and pink-white walls, reflecting a quiet light and shadow.
The yard looked as busy as a construction site.
All kinds of building materials are piled up everywhere. Bags of Cement, brand new Tiles, and lumber of different lengths can be seen everywhere.
From time to time, the shouts of Master people carrying heavy objects could be heard in the house, as well as the "bang bang" sound of Iron Hammer hammering nails.
Li Zhenhua is wearing Hard Hat on his head, his eyes are narrowed to a slit, and he is carefully looking at the newly laid ground.
He tapped lightly with the crutch in his hand a few times, listened carefully to see if the tapping sound was crisp, and judged whether Tiles was bulging.
Then he picked up Renovation Plans, compared the site conditions, and exchanged a few words with construction Master:
"Master, the dimensions of these holes must be precise. Follow the drawings and don't deviate."
Beside, the electric drill buzzed and sawdust flew.
Several workers are busy drilling holes in the ceiling in preparation for installing chandeliers.
Li Zhenhua couldn't help raising his hand and coughed slightly.
Fang Cheng Seeing this, he quickly handed over the kettle and said softly:
"Grandpa, you'd better go back to Hotel to rest. Mom and I and my uncle are here to keep an eye on us. There won't be any problems."
Li Zhenhua took the kettle, took a sip, smiled and waved his hand:
"It's okay. This house is your grandpa's retirement home for the rest of his life. How can you be a hands-off shopkeeper?"
"I think back then, when I was in my twenties, I also worked as a bricklayer. I had to come in handy at critical moments. Now I pay close attention to it, so that I can live comfortably in the future."
Seeing his grandfather's stubborn look, Fang Cheng shrugged helplessly.
Ever since Surgery's wound healed, grandpa couldn't rest at all. He would come over early every morning to inspect the decoration site and supervise the construction progress.
This energy is completely different from that of an old man in his sixties who has just suffered from cancer.
Not long after, Sun climbed to the roof. It was already noon.
The lunch boxes ordered by my uncle from a nearby fast food restaurant were delivered, and the decorators Master stopped work one after another to eat and rest.
Fang Cheng also finished the morning's "supervision" and accompanied his grandpa back to Hotel for dinner.
On the way and in Dining Room, grandpa was still talking about the follow-up plan for the decoration, how to change which places and what materials to use.
Fang Cheng listened patiently and nodded in agreement from time to time.
After eating, I sent my grandpa back to his room to take a nap, and then turned around and returned to his room.
Gently closing the door, the house was silent, in stark contrast to the hustle and bustle outside.
Fang Cheng walked to the bedroom, took out a Black Code Box from the bottom of the closet, and put it on the bed.
Then his fingers skillfully turned the combination lock.
There was a soft "click" sound, and the lid popped open.
Dozens of stacks of banknotes neatly arranged inside were revealed.
On top of the money were a Black Demon Pistol, a Military Dagger with a blood groove, and several magazines filled with bullets.
And, a piece of White Mask inlaid with Ruby.
The two gems are like the eyes of a demon, emitting a strange Red Light, and the white outline is like a skull with a chilly feel.
The whole mask seemed to be alive, staring at Fang Cheng.
Fang Cheng looked calm and picked up the Pistol that had been wiped black and shiny.
His fingertips lightly stroked the cold lines of the gun body, as if he was communicating intimately with an old friend.
Then load the bullet into Magazine, then pull Bolt quickly and accurately with a "click" sound.
Then he raised Pistol, squinted his eyes slightly, looked through Front Sight, and locked onto a figure on the road outside the window.
Take a few breaths.
When Fang Cheng found the status, he released the trigger and hid the loaded Pistol in his shoulder bag.
Then, he picked up Dagger and the remaining magazines, and threw them into his satchel as well.
Finally, my eyes fell on the White Evil Spirit Mask.
After a little hesitation, Fang Cheng decided to take it with him for emergencies.
That set of Black Combat Uniform had been torn apart and scrapped during the last operation.
This Antique mask has super toughness. It can protect the vital parts of the head and improve the defense.
Boom, boom.
Two knocks on the door suddenly sounded, breaking the silence in the house.
Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed for a moment, he quickly put away Code Box, stuffed it back into the closet, and then walked quickly towards the door.
The door opened, and standing outside was uncle Li Dingjian.
"Uncle, do you have anything to do with me?"
Fang Cheng asked with a normal expression.
Li Dingjian's expression looked a little solemn. After a pause, he said:
"A Cheng, I came here to tell you something. As you know, I have to do a project recently. I am a little busy at work and often cannot take care of my family situation."
"No, now I have to go on a business trip to other places to discuss cooperation matters."
As he spoke, he raised his eyes and looked at Fang Cheng, with a sense of entrustment in his eyes:
"If I don't come back for a long time, I'll ask you to take more care of me, grandpa."
"The old man is old, and he has to worry about everything about decorating the house. Although his body looks strong, he can't stand the fatigue. You and your mother should pay more attention..."
Fang Cheng was slightly startled, then responded with a smile:
"Don't worry, uncle, you can go on a business trip with peace of mind. I'm at home. I also understand grandpa's temper. I will pay more attention to his diet and daily life, and come here to accompany him when I have time."
Li Dingjian's brows relaxed after hearing this, and he raised his hand and patted Fang Cheng's shoulder with a smile:
"With your words, I feel more at ease."
"A Cheng, you have been sensible since you were a child, and my uncle has always noticed it. You have really worked hard this time..."
While he was talking, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang rapidly.
Li Dingjian glanced at Fang Cheng apologetically, quickly answered the phone, and put it to his ear.
Then he just said "I understand" briefly, hung up the phone, and said goodbye to Fang Cheng:
"A Cheng, uncle has to leave first, there is a rush over there, please remember what I said!"
Fang Cheng stood at the door, looking at his uncle's figure leaving quickly, and silently withdrew his gaze.
I always feel something strange in my heart. My uncle seems to have become a different person in recent days, and his words and deeds are mysterious.
Sometimes it is inevitable to wonder if he is possessed by a ghost.
Moreover, the voice that came from the phone just now seemed vaguely familiar.
It seems... that he was the gentle-looking old man wearing glasses that I met in Master Lin's Shop.
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng immediately turned around and walked to the window, lowering his head to look down at the scene downstairs.
The afternoon sun shines on the ground at the door of Hotel, with mottled light and shadow.
After a while, my uncle hurriedly walked out, carrying a backpack instead of the necessary luggage for business trips.
He looked around, raised his hand and quickly stopped a Taxi, opened the door, and stepped in.
Taxi then flew away in the dust.
Apart from that, no one else was accompanying him.
Fang Cheng's frown relaxed slightly, but there were still some doubts.
Standing by the window, contemplating.
A sharp "ding-ring-ring" sound reached my ears again.
Fang Cheng looked hard, walked quickly into the bedroom, and picked up his mobile phone that was left on the bedside.
The call is connected.
A slightly deep man's voice came from the receiver:
"White Ghost, you can leave now, the car will be here soon."
"Okay, I'll be down right away."
Fang Cheng responded briefly. After hanging up the phone, he packed up neatly and stuffed some necessary items into his bag.
Then he picked up his bag, walked steadily out of Hotel's room, and locked the door.
Then go straight through the corridor and walk towards Elevator Lobby.
Waiting for the "ding" sound, the elevator arrived at the floor and the door slowly opened.
Inside, there was a middle-aged man hugging a girl wearing JK Uniform. The two were laughing and flirting, not paying attention to the eyes of others.
Fang Cheng pressed the button on the first floor with an expressionless face and stood silently in the corner, trying to reduce his presence as much as possible.
On the way down the elevator, two more people walked in.
They were wearing black jackets and Duckbill Cap, the brim of their hat was pushed down extremely low, almost covering their eyes, and they all carried bulging bags on their shoulders.
Fang Cheng raised his eyes and glanced, knowing clearly that they were Black Wolf and Xiao Bei.
The two of them pretended not to know him at all, and as soon as they entered the elevator, they stood in the corner with their eyes downcast.
Until the first floor, there was a "ding" sound, and the elevator door opened again.
Fang Cheng walked out of the elevator first, followed closely by Black Wolf and Xiao Bei.
The three people seemed to have no connection, but there was a tacit understanding as they walked outside Hotel.
A few hundred meters away from Yuehu Hotel, a dilapidated van was parked at Alley, with the paint peeling off in several places and a lot of Yellow Mud paste on the tires.
There were four people sitting in the car, with different appearances and postures, and all with slightly solemn expressions.
A fat guy with a bulging belly that stretched several buttons of his shirt.
He leaned back in his chair, his hands casually resting on the steering wheel, his eyes half-closed, as if he was dozing, or staring at the scene of Street in front of him, occasionally letting out a few rough breaths from his nose.
In the passenger seat next to him, a man who seemed to be from India was particularly eye-catching. He was wrapped in a colorful headscarf, his eyes were sunken and black, and he was mumbling words, as if he was praying for something.
There were also two relatively lean young men, who exuded a sense of intelligence and looked out the car window from time to time.
"Bao Ye, how capable is the master we are waiting for?"
One of the lean guys couldn't help but ask, his voice full of curiosity.
"I don't know, it was recommended by Old Wolf."
Bao Ye sat in the driver's seat, opened his eyes, glanced at the pedestrians passing by the window, and replied casually.
"Anyone recommended by Wolf Ye?"
After everyone heard this, they looked at each other with more or less expectations in their eyes.
"Coming!"
Bao Ye's eyes suddenly condensed, and Meditative Posture, who was originally relaxed, straightened up instantly.
After a while, the van made a harsh creaking sound, and the door was pushed open from the outside.
Three figures quickly got into the car one after another.
The small carriage suddenly became a little crowded, and the air was filled with the smell of sweat.
"Bao Ye, why did you end up with a broken car?"
The first person to speak was Black Wolf. He frowned and complained while squeezing in.
"Don't look at its shabby appearance. The engine and chassis have been modified by professional experts. It drives fast and stable. Especially on those country roads, it is guaranteed to be able to throw away those chasing behind it by a few blocks."
Bao Ye explained a few words, with a proud look on his face, as if he was quite proud of his "treasure" car.
Then, he turned to look at Fang Cheng who was sitting in the back row, instantly put on a friendly smile and said hello:
"Brother White Ghost, let me introduce to you, these are my right-hand men, A Da, A Er, A San."
As he spoke, he pointed to the three people sitting behind.
"Especially A San, his Bone Contraction Skill is one of a kind. If you encounter special terrain, such as entering the heavily guarded Underground Vault, his ability will come in handy."
Following Bao Ye's introduction, the three clerks all turned their attention to the mysterious master known as "White Ghost".
At first glance, I saw that he had a gentle and handsome appearance, a slender figure, and was wearing an ordinary sportswear. There was no trace of ferocity in his body Aura.
It was far from the all-powerful master they imagined, and the three of them couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Fang Cheng didn't pay attention to their gazes, looked at Bao Ye and asked:
"Did you buy everything I told you yesterday?"
"Don't worry, I've got it."
Bao Ye said, took out a plastic bag from the side of the car seat and handed it to Fang Cheng:
"According to your request, Cham Mask, Vajra Knot, Kapala Beads, Buddha Amulet are all here. It's just that Human Bone can't be found in the Buddhism supply store here at Eastern Capital. So we should replace them all with Yak Bone. That should be okay, right?"
"Okay."
Fang Cheng nodded slightly and did not take the bag. Instead, he waved his hand to Bao Ye, indicating that he should distribute the contents in the bag to everyone.
Hearing this, Black Wolf and Xiao Bei couldn't help but look at the colorful Buddhist Implements curiously.
Then, according to Fang Cheng's request, a group of people in the car started messing around.
After a while.
Everyone wears a string of Vajra Knot or Prayer Beads on their wrists, Esoteric Sect Buddha Amulet on their chests, and a ferocious mask like an evil ghost on their face.
It looks extremely weird, as if preparing to go to the temple fair to dance to the gods, with all kinds of "Protective Talisman" blessings all over the body.
"Brother White Ghost, we are neither Lama nor believers. Is it really effective to wear something like this?"
Black Wolf touched the Buddha Amulet pendant, which is used to ward off evil spirits and exorcise evil spirits, and his words were full of doubts.
Bao Ye glanced at Black Wolf, thought briefly and said:
"If my guess is correct, these things should be used to conceal our identities and disguise ourselves as Esoteric Sect adherent to deceive others."
"That's right."
Fang Cheng nodded and smiled without giving a specific explanation.
His eyes slowly glanced around the people in the car, looking at the ferocious looks of everyone after putting on masks, and seemed to be evaluating the effect.
Then he whispered to himself, "It's not enough..."
Black Wolf asked, "What's not enough?"
"Your image is too ostentatious and you need to dress up again."
Fang Cheng's eyes fell on a few eye-catching people, especially A San who was wearing a turban.
He frowned slightly and continued:
"Before taking any official action, let's go take care of Bald Head."
"Uh, shave Bald Head?"
Everyone was stunned when they heard this. You looked at me, I looked at you, and they murmured in their hearts.
Which play is this being sung? Do you really want to be a monk?
The three waiters looked strange.
Bao Ye couldn't help but touch his head.
Although there was some resistance, due to the conditions Fang Cheng had previously proposed, he swallowed the words that came to his lips.
I thought to myself, forget it, just take it one step at a time.
The van quickly drove away from Alley and headed to the barber shop.
At the same time, in other corners of the city, undercurrents are also surging, gradually converging in one direction.