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Chapter 49

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Seeing that a few people were interested, Qingyi simply talked about ghosts while walking. Do you know what profession ghosts are afraid of?

Several people shook their heads before Qingyi said: carpenter, butcher, mason, villain, pregnant woman.

Before Qingyi could explain in detail, there was the sound of a car not far away, and the villagers who had closed their doors opened one after another and ran out.

The author has something to say: "Little Theater"

Shang Changqi: I want to be quiet.

Qingyi: Oh.

Who is Jingjing!!!

A person who is afraid of ghosts writes these things every day_(:з」∠)_ Will he have nightmares Orz

It seems a little short (no, I’m usually so thick and long, it’s okay to be short once in a while v ● I even boasted that v I’ll be slapped in the face in the next six days :)

Ghosts are afraid of what occupation and the like source Baidu

Chapter 23

You get out of the village! I don't know who shouted.

Most of the old people who rushed out held things in their hands, and those young people stopped their old people helplessly, as if they were trying to persuade them.

Everyone's reaction aroused Qingyi's curiosity, and she walked over.

A group of people got out of the car, the leader was a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses, his head was bald with only a few hairs fluttering in the wind, and he had a cigarette in his mouth, but the most eye-catching thing was the golden ornaments on his neck and wrists , a sense of direct vision of a boomer.

I said that you really don't know what to do. I was talking about business with you with good intentions, but all of them were heartless. Before the man finished speaking, he saw someone rushing over and threw something over. Subconsciously raised his hand .

Bang—bursts of red liquid were thrown at the Mediterranean man, and after a while, the man's head and body were covered with red liquid.Qingyi could see that it was chicken blood, after all, chicken blood can be used to deal with zombies, and she was quite sensitive to the smell.

Get out of the village! A slightly rough figure rushed to the front, and Qingyi moved her position, only to realize that it was the owner of the previous noodle shop.The other party is not as dull as before, with an angry face, and the water basin in his hand is still dripping with blood. He smashed the water basin at the other party's feet. We won't sell it. Go back quickly! Otherwise, the next time I splash it, I will It's not blood.

You, you are really unreasonable! The Mediterranean found that his body was covered with blood that was about to congeal, and he was so angry that his body trembled, even his round belly trembled.But for some reason, he took the subordinate's towel and wiped it off, then pulled the corners of his mouth and forced a smile, now it's too late for you to regret it.

We don't have to think about it, you guys get out of the village quickly! The uncle of the noodle shop is very stubborn, and the old people next to him also raised their brooms and other things in their hands.

That's right, we won't be selling the land!

You will be punished for pushing Qishan Mountain!

Some villagers are already gray-haired, but they still tremblingly raised their crutches to show their attitude.

But there are also some dissenting voices, most of which are the younger generation persuading their own people.

What's wrong with selling it? We can use the money to live in the city and earn a little money without having to work every day.A crew-cut man who planned to be in his 40s was the first to speak out.

Uncle Guan, you are not the head of the village, why should you make a decision for us? Our family is already planning to sell it!

Mr. Zhao, don't worry about what uncle thinks, our family is willing to sell.

Not for sale! I disagree, you unworthy offspring!

Two or three groups of people insisted on their own words, and at the end of the argument, it was unknown who made the move first, and finally squeezed to Mr. Zhao's side of the Mediterranean Sea and smashed the group of people's cars.

This smash was like hitting a certain switch, and a group of people fought in an instant.

Pa——the old man next to him who just said that the sale of the land is not allowed was pushed to the ground by someone.Seeing the crowded scene, Qing Yi was worried that something might happen, so she hurriedly stepped forward to help the person aside.

This group of ungrateful guys! Unworthy descendants, I am so angry! The old man burst into tears. Without this land, without the mountain, there is no root. How can we have our home!

A few elderly people not far away were also helped out by some inexplicable people, most of them had similar expressions, with grief and disappointment on their faces.

Qingyi looked at the crowd that was already in a ball, pursed her lips, took out a piece of talisman paper from her pocket, and threw it into the air, muttering words.

Gusts of wind swept over and rushed towards the entangled crowd.In order to stabilize their bodies, everyone had to give up fighting, and ran one after another while grabbing things like pillars to avoid being blown away by the wind.

Mr. Zhao was unprepared and was directly thrown onto the windshield of the car.Qingyi stopped, and he fell onto the car again, rolled a few times, and fell to the ground with a plop.

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