When Su woke up, Asheng found that he was still in the rental house, but his hands and feet were tied up, his mouth was blocked, and he was lying on the wet floor.

He secretly opened his eyes a crack and aimed at his side.

A subordinate was staring at him with wide eyes.

Yes, he quickly winked and signaled to close his eyes and pretend to be dead, but squeezed his eyebrows twice, but there was nothing wrong with it.

Ah's body posture was clearly lying on the ground with his back to him, but why could he still look at him with his face?

His heart twitched violently, and he suddenly realized that Ah was dead. His head turned 360 degrees before he could look at him in this position!

Asheng didn't move, his whole body was stiff, and his mind was thinking quickly.

Who was the one who attacked us? Is it that Fernan?

Did Brother Xia sell me?

A slight sound suddenly came from behind his head. In an instant, all the hairs on the back of A Sheng's head and back stood up!

“Do you speak English?”

A strange accent sound appeared, and Asheng knew that he had already known that he was awake.

But this sentence provides a lot of information.

First, this person is not Fernan, but a ghost guy, and he doesn't speak Cantonese.

Second, this person needs to find an English-speaking person to communicate, which means he will not kill himself for the time being.

After confirming these two points, Asheng felt relieved.

He opened his eyes and turned his head to look behind him.

What he saw first was a pair of feet, a pair of big feet with a layer of calluses, which looked so painful that their eyes were hurt.

These feet support two dark and straight legs, like two large iron rods, or large iron rods that have been tempered for thousands of times.

The calves hidden in inferior jeans were covered with scars, and a pair of thick bones and also called out hands were held on their knees, supporting their upper body, and protruding their heads.

There was a stubble as tough as steel wire on his chin...

Hum? Chin?

Asheng hurriedly closed his eyes again, he knew the rules.

"I saw nothing."

He said this sentence in English.

"I just want to knock him out..."

The voice sounded a little guilty.

Upon hearing this, Asheng opened his eyes again and looked carefully.

This time, he saw the other person's appearance clearly.

It was a man in his thirties, with bronze skin and thick.

He was still saying, "I thought it was Nan who came back. When I went back, I would chant scriptures and pray for him..."

When Asheng heard a keyword, he suddenly interrupted him and asked, "Are you here to find Fernan?"

"Do you know him?"

The man looked at A Sheng and was looked at by his eyes. A Sheng felt like he was being stared at by a tiger.

"I'm here to find him, too."

Asheng asked: "What are you doing when you come to him?"

The man's expression became serious: "My name is Songpa, and he killed my brother, Songpa."

Upon hearing this, Asheng immediately understood that this person was also Fernan's enemy.

Asheng hurriedly said, "I can help you find him, and he also killed my brother."

"real?"

Songpa looked happy and reached out to lift him up: "If you can help me find him, I won't kill you."

Asheng stood up and glanced at him. The other subordinate and the subordinate sent by Brother Xia were also tied up and lay not far away, but they were breathing.

If you believe you, there will be a ghost...

When Asheng heard the man's words, he complained in his heart, but he didn't show any of his face, thinking quickly.

The enemy of the enemy is a friend, and this person is the best he has ever seen. If you work with him, the hope of revenge will undoubtedly be much greater.

"I have a way to find him, but you have to work with me."

Asheng said something.

Songpaluo thought about it and nodded, "Okay."

After saying that, he suddenly punched Asheng in the abdomen with a light punch.

He was not very strong, and Asheng didn't know why he suddenly beat him up, so he forced himself to not let out a pain.

"Don't it hurt?"

Songpa punched another puzzledly.

"Huh!"

The power of this punch was much greater than that. A Sheng was in pain and bowed down like a shrimp. His face turned red, and he opened his mouth but could not breathe.

After a while, he was about to faint, and finally recovered and took a big breath like a drowning person floating on the water.

At this moment, Songpa suddenly bounced his fingers, and a white ball was popped out by him, heading straight for Asheng's mouth.

A Sheng felt something hit his throat and swallowed with a gurgling conditioned reflex.

"What?"

"Have you heard of fallen heads?"

Songpa explained: "It's actually a chronic poison. Please help me find Nan and I'll give you the antidote."

A Sheng's face changed.

He didn't believe in any erectile dysfunction, but he could still understand the chronic poison.

"good!"

He nodded and agreed.

In the face of the situation, he was killed by a knife, and he was fish and meat. Besides, the medicine had already been eaten, so he had no room for answer or not.

Songpa helped him untie the rope. Asheng rubbed the red marks that were strangled, pointed at his subordinates and said, "Let them be untie them too, someone must deal with the body."

Songpa took out two more white pills and stuffed them into the mouth of his subordinates who were still in a coma before loosening them.

Asheng observed him, but did not find where he took out the two pills.

Very cautious, I like to work with people like this.

Asheng has a lot more grasp of revenge, and at the same time he can't help but think that perhaps after killing Fernan, he can use this Songpa to do something else.

...

After a few days of work, Fernan has gradually become familiar with the work process.

Compared with other cultural courses, the teaching of physical education courses is much simpler.

Fernan took out the game he played with his colleagues in team building in his previous life and taught them to the students. The response was quite good and the students all liked it very much.

However, Officer Zhou has had a very difficult life these days. Fernan has seen several times when he was kicked out of the classroom and punished him to stand.

"Brother Nan, I really can't stand it!"

During the break, Zhou Xingxing suddenly found Fernan and pulled him to the teaching building, complaining with tears and tears.

"I'm punished to stand all day now and I don't have time to investigate the case!"

Fenan shook his head helplessly: "Official Zhou, you don't hand in your homework every day, and I can't help you!"

"I don't want to do it either! But I have a strange disease that I will fall asleep as long as I read the textbook, and there is no cure!"

Zhou Xingxing wailed and knelt in front of Fei Nan, pulling his clothes and shouting: "You want to save me! Brother Nan! Now you are the only one who can help me!"

"I won't get up if you don't help me!"

Zhou Xingxing began to make a fuss, crying, but his eyes were sneaking at him, and there was no tears.

"Don't do this, others will misunderstand."

Seeing that someone was already quarreled by Zhou Xingxing's loud voice, Fenan had no choice but to agree: "Okay OK! I'm afraid of you!"

Zhou Xingxing got up, as if she had never given birth to anything, and pulled Fernan and muttered: "Brother Nan, you are a teacher, it's easy to get in and out of the office. I just need you to help me get the answer before the test and it's OK."
Chapter completed!