I'm not the underworld

Chapter 165 I'm Really a Good Man

When Chen Yifan saw it, he winked at Huang Yan who was beside him, how could she be allowed to run around by herself in the middle of the night, although... she is a strong woman.

But a strong woman is also a woman, and Longshui County is not stable recently, not only because the two remaining gangs often fight.

Chen Yifan could feel an inexplicable tension in the air in Longshui County.

After dinner, Chen Yifan was placed in a guest room in the villa.

It was still early, Chen Yifan took out the treasure given to him by the female ghost and checked it.

Chen Yifan was a little surprised when he saw the cover just now, because the four large characters on the cover..."Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio".

The female ghost actually gave him a copy of "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio", and Chen Yifan was quite speechless.

But now that everyone sat down at the desk, Chen Yifan also had an inexplicable love for books, so he opened them and read them.

"It turned out to be a handwritten copy!" Chen Yifan was a little surprised. When he opened the first story "Tao Chenghuang", Chen Yifan couldn't help but rubbed his eyes. The black and white words in front of his eyes flew up, and after a while of entanglement, they appeared in front of Chen Yifan. Yes, like a projection screen.

In the majestic and splendid hall, a dozen people who looked like officials were sitting, and two people dressed as scholars were sitting at their desks doing questions.

Until a story was played in the form of projection, the role of this story naturally appeared in Chen Yifan's mind.

You can use the power of the city god to capture evil spirits and pray for blessings.

"It really is a treasure!" Chen Yifan's eyes lit up, and he closed the book and said.

"Dijun, what kind of treasure is this, it's just borrowing the power of some monsters and ghosts and gods." The system couldn't help laughing seeing his low-sightedness.

This thing is naturally a treasure for human monks, but for Chen Yifan, it can only be used as an ornamental plaything.

"Hey! I've never seen such a rare thing!" Chen Yifan smiled honestly. Although the system was a little disdainful, he still put away this ancient book as a treasure. Now that he is in someone else's house, it is naturally not the place to appreciate this treasure. .

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"She's gone back." In the middle of the night, a weasel came in through Chen Yifan's window, shook the rain off his body, and said to Chen Yifan.

"Got it." Chen Yifan replied, turned over and continued to sleep.

The next day, Chen Yifan got up very early, the day's plan is in the morning!
"Master Chen, this is breakfast." But there was another person who seemed to get up earlier than him.

It was Mi Mingwei, who was holding a tray with a sandwich and a glass of milk in a bowl on it.

Chen Yifan wasn't surprised. It was destined that this little guy would do something when he grew up, and this calamity was his turning point.

"Thank you, where are your grandfather and father?" Chen Yifan asked.

"They're still sleeping." Mi Mingwei replied with some embarrassment.

Chen Yifan didn't ask any more questions, picked up the sandwich, rolled half of it and handed it to Huang Yan, took a sip of the milk and went out.

"Why is Mr. Huang here?" Huang Yan came to Mi's house in human form. Before Mi Mingwei came in, he naturally changed back to human form. Seeing him at this moment, Mi Mingwei couldn't help asking in surprise.

Obviously, they have arranged rooms for both of them.

"Oh, he just came here. He's my book boy. He came to wake me up." Chen Yifan stuffed the last bit of sandwich into his mouth and replied calmly.

Mi Mingwei knew that Chen Yifan was joking, so he couldn't help but smile, there are no book boys these days.

Chen Yifan patted Mi Mingwei on the head, left Mi's villa directly, and walked to the school.

Passing by some streets, Chen Yifan stopped when he saw the convenience store on the street, and went to the convenience store. When he came out, he held a can of happy water in his hand and sipped it with a straw.

But he didn't realize that just after he walked out of the convenience store, three gangsters who were getting medicine from a pharmacy not far away saw him, looked angry, and took out their mobile phones to make a call.

When Chen Yifan took a shortcut and walked to the nearest alley near the school, a somewhat old Ling van creaked over and stopped across the alley, blocking his way.

One, two, three... 18!
Chen Yifan stopped in his tracks and watched as a dozen punks emerged from the small van.

"Why?" Chen Yifan asked innocently.

"Why? Do you remember us?" A little bastard with yellow hair came out and asked, pointing at himself.

Chen Yifan had a good memory, so...he didn't recognize this pig-like guy with gauze wrapped around his head at a glance.

"I don't remember!" Chen Yifan shook his head, said, and took a sip of Bingkuoluo in his hand.

"Grass! It's him, brothers, call me! Please eat Malatang later! Don't remember? You remember when labor and capital hit you!" Huang Mao roared angrily.

A group of idle hooligans surrounded Chen Yifan and Huang Yan with sticks and water pipes.

"Hey! I don't want to inquire about it. Brothers from our fraternity, are you able to touch it?" A little gangster said, clapping the baseball bat in his hand.

"Don't be like this, I'm a good person."

Chen Yifan frowned, and said a little seriously.

Chen Yifan's words made a group of punks stunned. Is there something wrong with this kid's brain?
Seeing so many of them, he didn't get nervous, didn't beg for mercy, and said he was a good person!
Did he think that good people would not be beaten?

"Haha! Little brother, good man? Don't tell me, you really think that good people will be rewarded? I think you owe a realistic beating!" A little gangster reacted and mocked.

"Stop talking nonsense with him! Speed ​​up, let's go drink after cutting this kid!" A gangster next to him said impatiently, picking up the rolling pin in his hand, thinking of hitting Chen Yifan on the head.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, accompanied by a heart-piercing wail.

The little gangster who made the shot was sent flying three meters away by Huang Yan's punch.

A group of gangsters beat the old master to death with sticks, but Huang Yan was not the old master, he was a demon.

Two minutes later, Chen Yifan drank the ice cream in his hand, turned out from the gap between the van and the entrance of the alley, and said with an aggrieved face, "I've been told that I'm a good person."

The corners of Huang Yan's mouth twitched, and he followed him, saying helplessly, "I know you are a good person."

In the alley blocked by the van, a group of punks were scattered, lying on the ground and howling.

"But why would anyone want to hurt a good person like me? People's hearts are not ancient, this world... can't do it!" Chen Yifan sighed and shook his head while drinking his coke.

"It won't work, the world needs a little change."

"It was you who beat those three punks into pig's heads, right?" Huang Yan couldn't stand it anymore, and reminded Chen Yifan.

Otherwise, how could people come to the door?

"It's not me!" Chen Yifan shook his head and denied it. It was obviously Tao Yiran, and he said he went to find him. Why are these little bastards so ignorant?

(End of this chapter)