Tianqing Cemetery is considered a medium and low-end cemetery in the city. The car can only park at the foot of the mountain. There is a large slope above it, and it is often filled with yellow sand. It is better to reach the entrance of the cemetery.

There are many trees planted inside, but the environment is still good, and the disadvantage is that the traffic around is inconvenient.

Chen Fu came here in person the next morning. Unfortunately, the scorching sun almost melted people and had to hike another thousand meters. When he came back, he felt that it was no different from the dried salted fish.

Song Tingfeng used an ice towel to help him cool down, which was also very distressed.

The towel was placed on his forehead, and Chen Fu slept until the afternoon. When he woke up, he didn't see Song Tingfeng, and the Abyss Beast was not there either.

"Where are people?"

Crow: "Ceurion."

At this time, the remaining heat of the scorching sun outside disappeared a lot. Chen Fu sat up and studied the weather for a while, and brought an umbrella out to find someone.

It is not a pleasant experience to come to the cemetery twice a day. Some relatives in front of the tomb have not paid homage for many years and have accumulated a deep resentment.

There are many people coming to worship this site, which is already very hot. I feel strange when I see Chen Fu holding a black umbrella.

Due to his appearance and figure advantage, Song Tingfeng was easy to identify. Chen Fu walked quickly to him, and the latter had a gentle smile in his eyes: "The weather forecast says there will be no rain in the next week."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a drop of raindrops as big as beans hit on his face, and then a lot of them fell in the sky.

Many people looked up at the sky, wondering why the sun suddenly became dark clouds.

Wow!

Without a cushion, the rain poured on itself like it was falling from the sky. There were thunder sounds in the distance, typical summer thunderstorms.

The cars were parked far away, and everyone covered their heads with their hands, ran out one after another, cursing the weather forecast from time to time. Chen Fu was ready to open the umbrella to avoid the fate of falling chickens.

Despite the umbrella covering the rain, the rain was still very scary and almost impossible to move forward. Chen Fu frowned: "I knew I should have had an extra umbrella in the house."

Song Tingfeng was actually very satisfied with his current state. The two of them held an umbrella together and were very close to each other: "The crow calculated that it was rain?"

Chen Fu shook his head: "I just think the Dragon King is almost here."

Song Tingfeng has always been cold-hearted and can't help but sympathize with Wu Muyi's moment.

"How come you ran over alone?"

Song Tingfeng: "Try your luck."

Chen Fu came here in the morning and said that he would find nowhere to find fate, but he actually didn't have much hope.

Chen Fu suddenly took a step forward and walked towards the entrance, looking at Song Tingfeng with his face: "Maybe luck has come."

In the heavy rain, everyone was running down, but a car was driving up.

Chen Fu narrowed his eyes: "The traffic on the slope is prohibited, how did he get up?"

Song Tingfeng did not answer, but the answer soon appeared in front of the two.

The black car stopped, and the window was almost washed away by the rain. Despite this, Chen Fu still saw the situation inside through the gap, and he was a little confused.

"You read that right," Song Tingfeng said: "It's a fish that drives."

The car door opened, and a big fish that was more than one meter long walked down. Its tails were separated and walked across each other. Its fat body was pressed against its fat body, and its protruding goldfish eyes were the most scary.

The fish was slightly surprised when he saw Chen Fu: "Immortal Lord?"

Just as Chen Fu was about to speak, it suddenly seemed as if it was frightened, and ran back, jumped into the pool of rain and disappeared.

During this period, those who came to visit Chen Fu were either respectful or fought or killed, but they were the only one who escaped as soon as they met.

Chen Fuzheng was confused, and Song Tingfeng said coldly: "I guess he did something wrong, I'm worried that you'll take it away."

At present, it seems that this strange fish is most likely to be in accordance with the crow's calculations. Shen Fu walked to the edge of the small pool. There was still a whirlpool on the water surface that had not calmed down. The tip of the nose moved and a particularly strong fishy smell smelled.

Generally, no matter what kind of fairy it is, as long as you practice and debut, your original body odor will gradually disappear. The fox tribe is a typical example. The fishy smell emitted by this fish has not dissipated until now, and it must have involved some bad things.

"Go back first," Chen Fu said: "The city is so big, it's not easy to find it."

The rain was getting more and more rampant. Chen Fu stretched out his hand outside the umbrella, and his palm was hit by the rain, and his aches: "Aquatic witches are all under the jurisdiction of the Dragon King, so you can ask him for advice."

Song Tingfeng coughed lightly: "Don't mention the word "aquatic products" when you come to the Dragon King."

Chen Fu: "I have a proper measure." After a pause, he said, "Did you say you have eaten dragons in history? What does dragon meat taste like?"

Song Tingfeng was stopped by him, but he didn't want to seem ignorant, and said in a deep voice: "You can ask the demon in the future."

Chen Fu suddenly realized that, yes, Wu Muzhi might know.

The thunder stopped halfway and the rain stopped. When I really returned to the villa, the sky had cleared and clear.

There was a strange smell in the villa. Wu Muzhi sat by the window with his arms gloomy face. When he saw Chen Fu, he wanted to scold him in an instant. His lips moved, but he didn't make a sound. His neck stretched and smelled it. He said disgustedly: "What's the smell on you two? Could it be that you are in the wild?"

Chen Fu glanced at him and hung the umbrella outside to hang it: "I accidentally ran into a fish."

Wu Muzhi's eyes lit up: "Koi?"

It's time for him to be lucky recently.

Chen Fu: "An unknown wild fish," he said, looking at the Dragon King sitting next to Wu Muzhi: "Its tail is very distinctive, separate, and can walk normally like a human."

The Dragon King was still wearing the clothes they saw when they were at the Dragon Gate, and the body exuded the breath of being unaware of the stranger: "It is a sinful fish, born with bad luck, but it has the ability to transfer bad luck."

Chen Fu: "Transfer disaster to others to relieve one's own misfortune?"

Dragon King: "It won't be reduced."

Chen Fu: "Why do you still have this?"

The Dragon King didn't raise his eyelids and said lightly: "It's happy."

Chen Fu had just taken the hand-warming hot tea that Song Tingfeng poured him, but almost sprinkled it out.

Sin fish is very rare, and one of them may not be produced in a thousand years. This kind of fish has a misfortune throughout its life and is very distorted psychologically. To put it bluntly, it is revenge on society.

Chen Fu's expression changed slightly, and he couldn't figure out why he might have a causal connection with this kind of fish.

Wu Muzhi suddenly spoke: "Look at the cursed abyss beast beside you, the typical crow's mouth, and the useless fox that has not even retreated from its baby teeth. This fish may be really prepared by God for you."

Chen Fu felt a toothache and had no words to refute: "Dragon King can find this sinful fish?"

"No."

Chen Fu: "Student Song and I went out to find Suiyu, you can enjoy the world of two people."

"The mountains and forests thirty miles east and the ponds in the western suburbs are their nests."

Chen Fu and Song Tingfeng divided into two groups. The crow turned into its body and squeezed into the same nest with the swiftlets outside. The little fox was almost unable to wake up in his slippers. It was not an exaggeration to say that the space in the villa belonged to the Dragon King and Wu Muzhi only.

Chen Fu chose to go to the mountains and forests, and was exposed to some psychological shadows in the morning, which led to him now like to run to places with trees.

The cunning rabbit has three holes, and the sinful fish is also cunning, so they have built two nests for themselves.

Chen Fu walked deep into the woods and heard several sounds. He immediately looked for the source of the sound.

There were dozens of people, seven or eight camera frames in every direction, and now it was the intermission time, gathering together in groups of three or three to talk.

The director first saw Chen Fu, and was amazed, and waved to him enthusiastically. Chen Fu was about to change the road when the mountain wind blew a faint smell of fish, and immediately stopped and walked towards the crew.

The director first exchanged a few greetings with him, and Chen Fu made an excuse that he was a college student who came to hike.

"Are you interested in making movies?"

The smell was even heavier. Chen Fu looked around at the crew, looking at all humans with good looks.

Symbol was kind enough: "Will my sudden joining affect the plot?"

The director laughed: "The plot is not important."

Chen Fu frowned, and the words of a director gave people a strange feeling.

At this moment, Song Tingfeng called, but Chen Fu didn't answer, and suddenly said to the director: "I have a friend who has excellent appearance and conditions. Can you join?"

Song Tingfeng had an abyss beast around him, and the latter had a certain degree of attributes and the sinful fish. One was born with a curse and the other was born with bad luck, so maybe there would be some responsiveness.

The director was silent for a moment and said, "Come on, I'll take a look before making a decision."

In two completely opposite directions, it was already an hour later that Song Tingfeng came over.

Chen Fu whispered to him and briefly explained the current situation. Song Tingfeng pondered: "The abyss beast has a sense of dark energy, so you can try it."

The director was very satisfied with Song Tingfeng's conditions. After discussing with the staff, he began to gesture to Chen Fu: "I'll shout to start later, you'll run in the forest, this person..."

Chen Fu: "His surname is Song."

"Xiao Song is chasing you from behind. You two are going to fight together. Remember, you are going to be a little weaker."

Chen Fu nodded, indicating that there was no problem.

The Abyss Beast was quietly released and stayed one by one near the crew.

Chen Fu and Song Tingfeng were far more physically than ordinary people. They didn't run far and fought on the ground according to the director's request. Of course, Song Tingfeng was reluctant to do anything. He basically made false moves and rolled around. When he got up, both of them were covered in mud, and Chen Fu's clothes were cut by stones.

The director seemed quite satisfied. The Abyss Beast flew back, and Song Tingfeng nodded to Chen Fu.

Chen Fu understood and held his wrist and said, "I twisted it accidentally just now. Can you take a rest first?"

The director hesitated and said, "Okay, I'll design your next action scene."

Chen Fu followed Song Tingfeng's gaze and a gentle boy wearing glasses was tidying up his props. He walked over and said gently: "Is there a little ice water? I want to apply it to my arms."
To be continued...