Chapter 18 Chen Jianfeng, You Can't Run

For the next few days, Wen Zilong had been wandering around Tombou Village, looking for opportunities to find Chen Jianfeng's home.

But nothing has been gained.

This made him a little irritable.

It was hard to find the murderer's village, but he couldn't find his home.

This is like a poor hanging silk, after several years of unremitting efforts, finally invited the goddess to dinner.

As a result, they all arrived at the door of the hotel, and suddenly found that they did not bring a wallet, scratching their ears and scratching their cheeks, and hurriedly flirting.

You can't let the goddess pay for it.

During these few days of wandering around, Wen Zilong discovered that there is a small supermarket in the village called "Thigh Supermarket".

This is the place where the villagers hang out and chat on weekdays.

The owner of the supermarket is a woman who looks like five or three thick. It is estimated that she saw a big-foot supermarket in "Country Love". She wanted her legs to be so thick, so she simply renamed her supermarket as a thigh supermarket.

Not to mention, after the name change, business is still good.

Even some people from the city often come in the name of their thighs - of course, after seeing the real thing, everyone thinks that they are not thinking about washing their feet.

Wen Zilong planned to listen to the thigh supermarket to see if he could find any clues.

As a result, God pays off.

At around 8:00 p.m. the next day, more than a dozen villagers were chatting under the big locust tree in front of the thigh supermarket.

At this time, a man about 1.8 meters tall came towards this side.

He was wearing tank tops and shorts, with a pair of old slippers on his feet.

The stubble is like the wheat stubble that has just been harvested, and it stands up recklessly.

When he came to the door of the thigh supermarket, he didn't say hello to any villagers and went directly into the supermarket.

Wen Zilong heard his voice ringing inside: "Two bottles of Rou Xifeng."

The thigh inside took two bottles and said:

"Jianfeng, it's not me who told you, you can't go on like this. It's not your fault, everyone said that it was the guy who was depressed and wanted to commit suicide. You're unlucky, you just happened to be hit by him... "

Wen Zilong only heard these few words, and his anger rose, and he couldn't listen to the next words anymore.

Chen Jianfeng, ah Chen Jianfeng, it's so hard for me to find you!

He flapped his wings, quickly passed over the heads of the people under the locust tree, and flew towards the thigh supermarket.

Due to hatred in his heart, he flew at full speed, and the speed had reached six meters per second.

A villager under the tree accidentally saw Wen Zilong and said in surprise, "I'm grass!"

"What's wrong?"

"What's the grass?"

The villager pointed to the back of Wen Zilong flying in and said, "I seem to have seen a... flying spider."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Several other people burst into laughter: "Drinking a little tea can make you smashed and drunk?"

If it was in the past, maybe Wen Zilong would stop and look at the man's shocked expression because of him, and feel proud in his heart.

But at this time, Wen Zilong only had hatred in his mind.

He flew into the house and landed on a row of shelves directly opposite Chen Jianfeng, staring at the man.

The man looked a little dull and introverted and was not good at speaking.

The man nodded to the thigh, took out three hundred and fifty yuan, and put it on the counter.

Then he picked up two bottles of wine and went out the door.

"Hey, I want to find you thirty yuan..."

But Chen Jianfeng didn't look back at all and left quickly.

"This person is really, not even thirty yuan?"

Thigh said with a wide-eyed smile, and put the thirty yuan into the drawer.

But at this moment, the woman suddenly screamed like a chicken:

"what--"

Looking down, I saw a walnut-sized swelling on my left hand.

Needless to say, this bag was naturally made by Wen Zilong.

In order to comfort Chen Jianfeng, the woman even said that she had hit Chen Jianfeng's car.

Fuck your motherfucker!

Wen Zilong was angry, so he taught the woman a little lesson.

Then he flapped his wings and flew out of the supermarket, chasing after Chen Jianfeng.

The men under the big locust tree heard the screams of a woman killing a chicken, and they all hurried into the supermarket.

"What's wrong?"

The thigh pointed at the walnut-sized bag on the back of his hand, and screamed: "Spider... a flying spider... I was bitten by a flying spider!"

When she said this, those men all looked at the man who said there was a flying spider.

Heck.

Are there really flying spiders?

The man was a young man of about eighteen years old. Seeing that his words were confirmed at this time, he seemed a little happy and comforted his thighs:

"It doesn't matter, the flying spider must be a mutant spider. If it is bitten by a mutant spider, it may become Spider-Man... But Sister-in-law, depending on your size, Spider-Man probably won't play. Pig-Man is about the same."

...

Wen Zilong followed Chen Jianfeng and flew forward a dozen meters.

Full of hatred in his heart, he slapped Chen Jianfeng directly on the back of his neck.

"what--"

Chen Jianfeng screamed, quickly put down the wine bottle, and touched the back of his neck.

When I touched it like this, I found that a walnut-sized bag had swelled up, and it was painful.

He slowed down for more than five minutes before slowing down, bending over to pick up the wine bottle and continuing to walk forward.

But before he walked more than 20 meters, he felt a sharp pain on the back of his hand.

It hurt so much that he threw the bottle away.

Fortunately, there is a layer of packaging outside the bottle, which is not broken.

But the pain almost brought tears to his eyes.

Is it a scorpion?

Scorpions don't hurt so much, do they?

He took off his vest and searched repeatedly, but found no scorpion.

He stopped wearing the vest, held it in his hand, picked up the wine bottle, and walked quickly towards the house.

In this way, it is exactly in Zilong's arms.

He desperately stings Chen Jianfeng's back.

Chen Jianfeng was screaming again and again, and there were several big bumps on his back.

"What a ghost!"

Chen Jianfeng screamed and trotted home quickly.

Wen Zilong wanted to continue to ding, but heard the sound of puff-puff-the bat was chasing after him again.

Maybe this guy saw that he was big and fat, so he was staring at himself.

Wen Zilong could only go one step ahead of Chen Jianfeng and hide in his house.

As soon as Chen Jianfeng entered the house, he stripped himself naked.

Those pimples on the back, already the size of eggs, looked terrible.

However, Wen Zilong did not feel the thrill of revenge this time.

Because the little pain this guy has suffered is really insignificant compared to the pain he has suffered, and the pain his parents have suffered.

His ultimate goal is to make him pay for his life!

When Chen Jianfeng returned home, he entered the bathroom and took a shower.

Looking at the egg-sized pimple on his body, he was slightly panicked.

What the hell is it that bites itself like this?

Out of the bathroom, he put on a thick suit and wrapped himself tightly.

Then he sat on the sofa in the living room and opened a bottle of wine.

Don't need a cup, just blow against the mouth of the bottle.

The 45-degree liquor is blown against the mouth of the bottle, which shows that this guy has something on his mind.

Wen Zilong didn't care about this, thinking about his own revenge plan in his heart.

Pay your debts, pay your life.

Chen Jianfeng, you can't run away!