The fake daughter was not exposed today

Chapter 228 I, Jiang Fu, catch ghosts

The next day.

Jiang Fu stuffed his food with bread and returned to the classroom.

As soon as you enter the classroom.

"Sister Fu, return to the palace!"

"Ah?" she asked in confusion.

"Sister Fu, you're famous now, do you know that?" Jing Xiao forwarded a short video to her.

Thanks to the spread of a kind-hearted internet celebrity, what happened after school yesterday was posted online, and the protagonist of the video also became famous.

In the documentary "Eighteen Years Old Beats the World," a girl is harassed by thugs after school. The next second, she picks up a fork, and a martial arts master is born. Federal five-star general Jack Arthur once said in an interview, "If God asked me to deal with that fork, I would push God out and run away first." This is...

[Children, please don't imitate me. You don't have the fighting power of the girl in the video. Going up to her will only make things more interesting for the bad guys.]

[Fox Talks Martial Arts: Fork Girl's moves are worth checking out. Everyone, please wait for my video.]

Although it was nice to be praised by netizens in various ways, Jiang Fu quickly grasped the problem.

It is easy for a video to go viral in the same city, but the current popularity index clearly shows that there is a driving force behind it.

Doesn't anyone think she's violent? She doesn't look like a student at all.

A comment popped up, and the account belonged to the public opinion manipulation team controlled by the Jing family.

Although it is inconspicuous now, once there are too many positive reviews and the disgust caused by excessive screen-filling, it will decline and soon cause netizens to be bored.

However, this matter is easy to solve.

She glanced at the latest entertainment news, tapped her forehead lightly, and sent out an email.

Jing Xiao also quickly saw the malicious review, "Sister Fu, someone is scolding you, look at me..."

"No, push it up." Jiang Fu smiled.

Hadn't Cui Ningyu been secretly slandering her the whole time? Then she would help her amplify her voice and see if her words would still have the same effect without the prelude.

As for her, after she gets rid of the thugs in this area, she should find time to study the candlestick she brought back.

On the other side, Mr. Shan’s funeral.

Ling Mujiang looked at the missed call in his hand and obviously realized something was wrong.

"Who are you calling? That little sister from last time?" Shan Mingxue looked unhappy. "We are still in mourning, so please be more restrained."

Feeling irritated, he sarcastically said, "Shan Mingxue, do I look like someone who would ask a forty-year-old subordinate out for a sexual encounter?"

After being scolded by him, Shan Mingxue fixed her hair and left in a huff. "Don't make me sound like a control freak who likes to keep a beautiful woman in a golden house."

She had high expectations of her husband, but not to the point of being pathological.

Ling Mujiang stared at her little action of scratching her ear with a gloomy look.

Perhaps Shan Mingxue herself didn't notice that she liked to touch her ears when she felt guilty.

A message from Xie Zhen came on the phone.

[Little Sheep didn't go to school today. To be more precise, he didn't go yesterday either.]

It was the exam season at the university, and a roll call during the last class might affect the passing of the course. No matter how stupid Meng Mian was, he would not mess with his GPA.

There is only one answer.

Physical education class.

The physical education teacher asked everyone to run around the playground twice and then let the students move freely.

Jiang Fu was surrounded by several men and women, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Sister Fu, can you teach me the gunmanship you used to deal with the thugs yesterday?"

Which middle school boy, when waving a tree branch, has not thought about being able to ride a white horse, wield a spear as fast as a dragon, and defeat the enemy with one move?

"How should I put it..." Jiang Fu took the branch and performed some basic movements.

Pick, stab, chop, and poke, these are very standard spear movements, so basic that you can hardly tell they came from any school.

"Sister Fu, which school of spearmanship do you learn from?" Jing Xiao was curious.

He felt that Sister Fu seemed to be a disciple of a mysterious sect. She was usually inconspicuous, but in fact she controlled the whole world...

"There is no school, because almost all gun techniques can be found in basic martial arts moves like this." Jiang Fu thought for a while and demonstrated a few.

"For example, the Yang family spear technique in the Central Plains uses a jab like this; the Hong family in the Southwest also uses similar movements, like this." She imitated several familiar martial artists and performed a few movements.

Martial arts have a wide variety of moves, but they can eventually be reduced to the simplest action. When needed, they can be combined at will to form new moves.

She learned this from Hong Tian's memories in his later years.

However, it seemed that all of Hong Tian's disciples were sent to prison by her to sing tears behind bars.

That’s not right, there’s another one.

She was lost in thought, and her arms twitched slightly, as if the origin cells attached to the skin were withering.

This was the first time such a thing had happened since she was a child. If there was anything unusual, it was probably that she had used the candlestick to restore Ke Zheng's memory last night.

This should be the price of using the candlestick, but I don’t know if it is reversible.

After class.

Jiang Fu went to Xieyang Lane.

This is where Ke Zheng mentioned Liu Bing's residence.

Some old, peeling iron doors were opened.

"What's the matter?" Liu Bing was not at home, and his wife came out with smoky makeup and her hair lifted.

"Is Liu Bing here?"

"He came back drunk last night and said he saw a ghost. He was so scared that he turned himself in this morning."

"Are you his wife?" Jiang Fu looked at her in her gorgeous attire and was a little skeptical.

How can a wife dress nicely and go out after her husband turns himself in? Is green travel popular these days?

The woman put her arm around her shoulders with a seductive look in her eyes. "I'm his wife, but we haven't gotten married yet. Husband and wife are birds of the same forest..."

So when disaster strikes, everyone will run away?

"So, did you know he has other brothers? The kind he gets along well with."

"I don't usually care about men's affairs. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first." The woman pushed her suitcase to the entrance of the corridor and suddenly turned around. "Little sister, I see you are also a student. It's more important for you to go back and study hard."

"Thank you." Jiang Fu sighed.

I can only go to Liu Bing who turned himself in to find out.

At the police station, Ke Zheng happened to be chatting with an old policeman.

"Sister Fu, what are you doing here?"

"Why did Liu Bing surrender himself?"

I thought he would be a tough street urchin, but who knew he would be scared by ghosts and spirits and turned himself in. The world is so big and full of strange things.

"This is a very strange story. It's said that a group of men, after drinking, walked to the intersection of the industrial zone and saw a ghost." Ke Zheng was speechless. "Are there really ghosts in this world?"

Now he wasn't so sure.

"It's haunted. I really have to go check it out." Jiang Fu glanced at the sky. It was dinner time.

"Are the boxed lunches across the street delicious?" She glanced at the boxed lunch stand under the building opposite.

Ke Zheng kindly advised, "Avoid the thunder."

OK, taking suggestions.

It was a dark and windy day in an industrial area.

Jiang Fu was carrying a sledgehammer and wandering around the industrial area.

She squatted beside a manhole cover and then saw a manhole cover that was pushed open and a hand slowly stretched out from it.