The rocks exploded and turned into countless rubbles, flying in all directions.

The salesman hid behind the container and did not dare to fight back.

Li Banfeng didn't want to get involved in this matter, so he turned around and left.

palm!

A stone hit Li Banfeng on the back of the head.

Bear with me, it's not a good place to stay for a long time.

Chen!

Another stone hit Li Banfeng on the back of the head.

Bear with it, there are still important things to do.

Whoosh!

The third stone flew towards the back of Li Banfeng's head, and Li Banfeng turned around and caught the stone.

No, I can't bear it anymore.

You two are fighting, why should I suffer along with you?

Li Banfeng took the stone and threw it at Lu Qianjiao.

Lu Qianjiao was venting her anger and was unprepared for a moment when the stone hit her forehead.

This stone completely set Lu Qianjiao on fire.

"Okay, attack me. I'll know you're sent by a bitch!" She grabbed rocks and threw them at Li Banfeng. Li Banfeng didn't show any weakness. He used Xiaoyao to dodge while picking up rocks to fight back.

After fighting for a while, Li Banfeng couldn't defeat Lu Qianjiao, so he ran away.

Lu Qianjiao wiped the blood on her face and looked at Li Banfeng's back in surprise.

The salesman took this opportunity and tried to run away while pushing the cart, but Lu Qianjiao pulled him back: "This man is very accurate at hitting stones. He has the talent of my sect."

The salesman nodded: "Since he is talented, you shouldn't miss this good talent. You should discuss it with him first to see if he is willing to join your sect. If he doesn't agree, I will slowly persuade him in the future!"

Lu Qianjiao hooked the salesman's chin: "Don't rush into talking about his matters. Let me explain your matters clearly first. Where have you been these days?"

Li Banfeng returned to his home. There was no room to stand in the main room, and the family was still eating.

The house was in a mess.

Li Banfeng brought back too many ingredients, which made everyone feel full.

"What are you doing here? There are so many rooms, so you have to eat together?"

Hong Ying wiped her mouth and said, "There is no other place to go. The seventh room is occupied by Xiao Wan, and the other rooms are all filled by the old man."

"What's so full of things?" Li Banfeng opened the door of the second room and saw that the room was full of foreign car parts.

Push the door and enter the third room. Leather bucket, iron bucket, wooden bucket, spittoon, water tank, bathtub-"-

All household items that hold water are filled with thick grease.

The fourth room is also full of oil and is fuller than the third room. The fifth room is even fuller, leaving no room for walking.

Li Banfeng said: "Old man, what are you doing with so much oil?"

"Is this too much?" The old man snorted, "I have refined all of this, otherwise we wouldn't be able to fit it in our house."

No wonder his face feels dry. If the old man is more ruthless, he can peel off a layer of his face.

We walked all the way to the seventh room, where the lady was still interrogating the coachman. The room was a little cleaner.

The fake driver was still heaving a sigh of relief when the record player asked: "Are you really not going to say it?"

The fake coachman shook his head: "It's not that I don't tell you, it's that I really don't know."

The record player said to Li Banfeng: "Neizhou sent a total of five craftsmen, and now three of them are dead. Besides him, there is another one whose identity is currently unknown."

Li Banfeng asked the fake coachman: "Is the mission given to you by Neizhou to seize the Loess Bridge while the salesman is away?"

The fake coachman shook his head: "My mission is to stay in Puozhou. I have been working as a cook in Qianyue Tower. I mainly monitor the movements of the He family. I received a document from the court a few days ago, asking me to return to Neizhou and re-smelt.

Became a coachman."

"How do you know about things related to the coachman?"

"Zhang Gunli told me."

Zhang Gunli is such a scourge that we must find a way to get rid of him.

"You gave birth to all those little coachmen?"

"They are separated from me, both soul and flesh and blood. They are connected to me."

No wonder not much ashes fell from the sky. It turned out that the souls of those coachmen were incomplete and could only be regarded as part of the boss coachman.

"Can every Neizhou man have babies like you?"

The fake driver shook his head and said, "I didn't have this ability originally. After retraining, I don't know whose flesh and blood I have on my body. As long as I concentrate my thoughts, I can create an extra driver."

"Where's their foreign car? You also divided it?"

"Their cars are derived from my car. Every time a driver is added, I have to find some materials such as rubber and iron rods for the car. In just a few hours, a new car can be produced.

Only with a new car can a new coachman move."

It can be seen from this fake driver that Neizhou's technology has improved a lot.

"Before you came to Prozhou, what was your name? What did you look like?"

The fake driver thought for a long time, shook his head and said: "I can't remember, I can't even remember 7...

Before he finished speaking, the driver's body trembled, and his shoulders and chest suddenly became wider.

The coachman had already experienced a similar situation in his home, and the record player reminded Li Banfeng: "My lord, please stay away, don't spill blood on yourself!"

Stab~

The clothes of the fake coachman were torn, and his right shoulder came out of the clothes, and his shoulder continued to swell.

The swelling was about the size of a human head, and blue blood vessels bulged one by one under the skin.

Stab~

The skin on his shoulders was torn apart like rags, and blood was spilled everywhere.

A head with hair came out from the shoulder, and the face covered with bloodstains was dull and lifeless.

The driver's skin and flesh cracked inch by inch until a complete body fell off from his body.

Li Banfeng looked at the newly separated coachman. He was actually wearing clothes.

To be precise, the clothes on his body are part of his skin.

The broken clothes on the coachman's body were squirming and wrapped around the wounds on his body, greedily sucking the coachman's flesh and blood.

Until the blood stains slowly faded away, the clothes became intact as before, leaving no trace of the original tear.

The collapsed right shoulder of the coachman boss slowly recovered, and his whole body also recovered together with his clothes.

He looked at the newly split coachman on the ground and murmured: "Give him a coach.

He will live, he can fight. There are more and more of them, and I have forgotten more and more things.

In fact, they are me, but they can't remember things that I can't remember. In a few days, I may be like them, unable to think of anything, and will fight.

Maybe I was just like them, I don’t know who it fell from, so no wonder I can’t remember anything.—”

The record player looked at Li Banfeng and said, "Mr. Sir, I have asked all the questions that need to be asked, and he has also told me everything I know."

Li Banfeng nodded, and the record player swallowed the soul of the coachman boss.

There was so much flesh and blood that the family couldn't eat anymore. Li Banfeng came to the main room holding Honglian in his arms.

Cleaning up the leftovers: "If you ask me to take it to the salesman, I will take it."

Honglian opened her flowers and leaves and said, "Did he reply?"

"Yes! He said you were too worried. His relationship with the man in heaven is true."

Honglian cleaned up the flesh and blood on the ground and said to the record player: "We had a talk first. Now that we have the talk, I will make a body for you."

The record player snorted coldly: "It's just a puppet. Who cares?"

"Whether it's rare or not depends on my ability." Honglian was very confident.

Hong Ying rolled her eyes at Honglian: "Xiao Wan, why bother with her? Why don't you let Qi Lang get some good seeds and grow a body?"

The record player laughed and said: "What are you doing? It's just like a puppet. It's all fake. What's the use of being fake?"

"I'm looking forward to it——."

"Who?" The record player looked down and saw the projector lens flashing, "What did you just say?"

"Madam, you are looking forward to your body. Your body is red with anticipation." As he spoke, the projector ran behind Li Banfeng. He was afraid of being beaten.

"Are you convinced?" The record player raised the stylus, and I really had the urge to beat him.
To be continued...