Chapter 90 Lens Focus

"We have to transfer to another place here. Remember, don't make trouble!" The old man seems to be much more talkative than before. He should understand Pan Hongsheng's temper. This guy can tolerate anything, but he will never be polite when he encounters something he is not used to. Even if you break his leg afterwards, you can't change his temper.

When the two walked out of the station, they saw countless dilapidated motor tricycles lined up in a line waiting for work. A group of "Mo's" drivers were immediately excited to see the two of them looking like outsiders. You said to me, "Master, master, do you take the bus? Do you want to take the bus?

"No, no, thank you." Pan Hongsheng knows that taking a car in such a place can kill you. Although he is not short of money, he doesn't like the feeling of being treated as a big head.

Out of the station, the price of three-wheeled and four-wheeled vehicles is much cheaper. Those who ask for a lot of price with the driver are simply ice and fire, the price of one in New York and the price of Ethiopia.

When I got on a taxi with a starting price of six yuan, the old man looked at Pan Hongsheng with approval: "You are much more sensible! Not bad! You have grown a lot when you come to the city!"

Pan Hongsheng smiled faintly. For some reason, the old man did not praise his achievements in breaking through the realm of life and death, but praised such trivial things.

Sometimes the perspective of the elders is very strange, but Pan Hongsheng likes any praise from the old man, which is very rare.

In his memory, there are not many opportunities for him to be praised, but he is always the case of being run around the village with a chicken feather duster by the old man.

But these have now become the most precious memories. At that time, the mountains were blue and the sky was blue. At that time, there was not so much intrigue. At that time, the life was really carefree.

Sitting in a taxi and looking out, the buildings on both sides of the street seem to have all the characteristics of the ethnic minorities in the southeast. These buildings are very old, and the outer paint has fallen off, but they still look clear.

"Listen to the accent, you are not locals, are you?" The taxi driver's words seemed to have other meanings, which immediately alerted Pan Hongsheng.

Generally, after this sentence, there are some small actions aimed at outsiders. Pan Hongsheng immediately said politely, "You have to press the meter everywhere. Don't brush the small movements!"

"Look, I'm just asking casually..." The taxi driver smiled, and his hand, which had been gently stretched out to the back of the meter, shrank back.

Many people bully the weak and fear the strong. Pan Hongsheng's words are not really nervous, but indicate an attitude that he is not a child.

Hirosaki City is a secondary county and city. Its main pillar industries are tourism and jade, both of which are very profitable and water-water industries.

The streets here are full of small business and handicraft vendors. Most of the things sold by these small vendors are headwear, jewelry, necklaces and other things, most of which are sold to tourists.

From time to time, you can see a few blonde foreigners in the market. These foreigners are the key objects of these vendors. Sometimes it is equivalent to a month's expense income.

But these foreigners are not as confused as in previous years. These guys are often accompanied by a shrewd guide, and some of them have certain experience. They clumsily bargain with these vendors, which seems to be a little interesting.

Due to its industrial characteristics, the local government does not suppress it very much, and the appearance management of the city is also relatively lax.

This ensures the prosperity of this tourist city, but the road order is more chaotic than that of ordinary cities.

Small traders on both sides occupy about one-third of the area of the road, and some places even block in the middle of the road to stop people.

Under this kind of road conditions, the taxi naturally walked, stopped and walked, and it took a long time to move forward a little.

"Is there no other shortcut?" Pan Hongsheng looked at the map in his hand and knew that the other party did not take a detour, because no driver would walk into the downtown in order to take a detour.

It seems that there is such a situation everywhere here. There is nowhere to hide and nowhere to hide.

"Forget it, don't worry, it's not far from the destination..." The old man was slow and impatient at this time: "In such a place, you can't be in a hurry."

Pan Hongsheng looked at the map and saw that the destination was in the primeval forest dozens of miles away, with a line of small words on it: No man's land, tourists should be careful.

"Who the hell is Tianxin Jushi?" Pan Hongsheng couldn't help but wonder in his heart: How strong is this role that even the old man is extremely afraid of?

"The Tianxin Jushi is not a person, but the title of the leader of Tianxinju. These Tianxinju are most of the world's superiors, and their temperaments are extremely arrogant and eccentric. Don't talk casually when you get to the place!"

This is the third time for the old man to nag, which makes Pan Hongsheng have a strong curiosity: "What kind of monster are these so-called masters? Will it be better than the Lord of Black Fire?

He clearly remembers his adventures in life and death, and the most difficult thing to understand is the appearance of the Blackfire Master and his strange practices.

The words of the Black Fire Master also made him remember vividly: "I can only help you do this at most, just as I repay what I owe you..."

This sentence really puzzled his second monk: listening to the other party's tone, he seemed to be full of apology, but he died in his own hands. How could he have such an idea?

This is also the reason why he has been afraid to tell the old man about his strange memories; he can't 100% confirm that his experiences are true, not just a dream.

The taxi continued to squirm slowly ahead. Pan Hongsheng, who was bored, picked up his mobile phone and casually took pictures on both sides.

There are many thin ethnic minority women wandering on the street. These girls are very slender and dark, but they look very energetic with dark eyes.

He took the camera to capture the shadows of these girls. Suddenly, a tall girl attracted his attention and saw that the girl had 1. About 75, wearing a waist-tightened peacock skirt and colorful headdress, his temperament looks very elegant and noble.

Pan Hongsheng, who was originally sleepy, suddenly glowed and cheered up! This girl is obviously much taller than the average girl, and she has a style that stands out from the crowd.

The high-resolution lens has been tracking the girl. Pan Hongsheng feels more and more that the girl's every move is outstanding. She is so temperamental, but she has always turned her back to herself and can't see the front.

"Turn around! Turn around!" He called vigorously in his heart, almost looking through... Maybe the sincere call touched the god, and the girl actually turned her face slowly with a sharp heart...