Chapter 15 The Temptation of the Rich

Guo Dafu complained, and the old mushroom came close to him: "If a man dies, the money can only be burned with paper. He also asked me for money. Bring it." With that, the old mushroom grabbed Guo Dafu's famous brand coat, wrapped the dead head tightly and handed it to Guo Dafu: "Hold it tightly, don't let go."

Qin Zhong patted Guo Dafu with his hand: "In this damn place, let's listen to the old mushrooms for the time being. Who knows what's going on in this village, but now it looks like a piece of grave. Don't talk nonsense and follow."

"Brother Qin, then I will follow you. I won't talk." Yingzi followed Qin Zhong closely, and Guo Dafu followed Yingzi closely.

The old mushroom looked at the formation of Qin Zhong and others, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "This is right. Only in this way can we get through the dead grave in front of us, but remember, don't look back at the places we have passed."

The old mushroom walked ahead, with three ghosts in a row, walking along the blue-black dirt road in the middle of the whole cemetery.

When he first entered this so-called village, Qin Zhong did not feel anything. What he saw visually was different from what Yingzi and Guo Dafu saw, but his sense of smell and hearing could not guarantee similarities and differences with the two people.

Guo Dafu walked at the end and held a dead head in his hand. Of course, he was not very comfortable. Although he was a very bold person, this ghost thing was normal because he had no idea in his heart. His eyes touched around. It seemed that the resistance in his heart was like that kind of tension. After disappearing, he relaxed his mind and didn't care about what the old mushroom had just said.

What entered Qin Zhong's eyes was yellow and black soil, a tomb bag connected with a tomb bag. It seems that no one has ever come to sacrifice here. The soil on all the tomb bags is very rare, and even some tomb bags have collapsed, and a few people have exposed the corners of the coffin.

Looking around, there must be 500 at the grave here. Qin Zhong's scalp can't help but feel numb. How many people are going to lie down in this underground? He is well aware that the definition of death in vain is not a normal death, or death in battle, or being killed, suicide and other abnormal old deaths are in vain.

There are so many vain dead in this old mountain. You can imagine what happened here, but you can see some coffins exposed, which proves that all the people here seem to have been buried.

The old mushroom seemed to care about all the grave bags. He just walked forward, but Yingzi held the flag in his hand and seemed to be meditating on something. Although he did not make a sound, it could be seen that Yingzi's heart had been nervous by the old mushroom.

And what worries Qin Zhong most at this moment is Guo Dafu, because he is at the end, and he can't help or see everything.

Qin Zhong was thinking that they had entered the encirclement of the grave bag. In Qin Zhong's eyes, he seemed to see black smoke on some grave bags, and the black smoke seemed to float into Qin Zhong with some wind and was sucked into his nose and stored in his mouth.

The smell is so fragrant that he can't wait to rush over to see what it is, but because of visual discrimination, he knows that this place is not a normal place, and all ** can't be ignored.

And in Yingzi's ears, suddenly there were bursts of children's crying. The voice was numbing. The miserable, sad and hopeless were all mixed with this crying. Yingzi's will will almost be conquered, probably because of what he was saying. The pile of spells and other things gradually excluded these sounds, and in his eyes, there was only black soil and yellow dust under his feet.

But Guo Dafu, who was walking at the end, encountered a lot of trouble. He held the dead head in one hand. The dead head kept chewing and making a creaking sound in his mouth, which made his already upset and annoying. He pulled out the pistol and smashed the two buttstocks, trying to curse. For a long time, he just shouted and scolded, and finally went back.

Guo Dafu was really tortured both mentally and visually. The whole cemetery was a village in his eyes, and what floated into his nose seemed to be the smell of braised pork, which made it more difficult for him to resist **, and his saliva had flowed to his curly beard.

Helplessly, Guo Dafu wiped his saliva with his hand and followed him. Originally, he had the intention to call Qin Zhong to stop and get something to eat, but when he thought about the old mushroom, he still resisted.

But in the next**, Guo Dafu's psychological defense was attacked again. Suddenly, a young and beautiful man appeared in front of Guo Dafu, wearing a red plaid short-sleeved dress and a ponytail. The button of the shirt seemed to be ruthlessly pulled away at the tall crisp chest, revealing the inside. White and tender skin, trembling flesh-colored half-arc.

And a long skirt on the woman's lower body was raised by the corner of the wind blowing from nowhere, and the corner of the skirt floated high with the whole skirt. The scenery under the skirt was looming, which attracted Guo Dafu's elder to stop moving forward.

The woman came to Guo Dafu's eyes with a subtle smile. Two deep dimples appeared on her pink face, and a row of brushed white teeth seemed to shine here.

And in a dinner plate held in the woman's hand is Guo Dafu's favorite Dongpo elbow.

Standing in front of food and beauty**, Guo Dafu's people began to heat up, and his already thirsty stomach also made a muffled grunt.

The woman took a step closer to Guo Dafu and whispered, "This gentleman, it seems that you have come from afar. It's better to go to the next house. It happens that my husband is not here. The little woman has nothing to do, and no one shares a table of good food. It's better to..."

When Guo Dafu heard this, he was tall and seemed to break the door of his high-quality jeans. Sweat gradually oozed from his forehead. He really wanted to reach out and grab the soft sticky bean bag. There were food, drink and beauty. What kind of village is this? It's simply a paradise on earth.

"The little brother just doesn't talk. He's quite shy. Let's go and follow me." As she spoke, the woman handed the plate in her hand to Guo Dafu. She turned around and waved her hand to Guo Dafu and turned around. At this time, the skirt fell down. As the spring light was gradually covered, Guo Dafu looked at his favorite. He sniffed for a long time and opened his mouth to eat.

But the chewing of the dead head was really annoying. He raised the butt of the gun and had two buttstocks, so he held a gun in one hand and the dead head in the other. He could only tear the Dongpo elbow with his mouth like a dog eating. It seemed that his hungry IQ had decreased and put it down his hand. He took something with his hand, but he chose to bite it directly with his mouth.

But it was because he had no brain movements that the originally rebursed pistol went out in the process of exerting his fingers. A gunshot shocked the world, which suddenly shocked Guo Dafu, and the plate in his hand suddenly fell to the ground. When he looked at the delicious food, The beard on his chin was straightened, and his whole body turned into a statue of Zhang Fei.

The saliva that had flowed to his chin was excitedly pumped into his mouth, and his eyes stared at the things on the ground.

And the dinner plate that fell on the ground turned into a coffin board that was too lazy to grow hair. The delicious Dongpo elbow was actually a rotten leg bone. There were dozens of linear corpses wormsquirming back and forth without completely rotten meat residue on it. Moreover, judging by the naked eye, the leg bone should be a human leg.

When Guo Dafu looked at the beautiful woman who had just walked, the beautiful woman turned around and showed a proud and dangerous smile, but this smile was the most disgusting smile in the world.

The woman's head was stained with black blood, and the exposed bone seemed to have been squeezed by external forces. The woman's eyes kept protruding on the outside of her eyes, and the two deep dimples also turned into two deep pits due to the decay of the skin, and black and yellow purulent blood flowed from her face from time to time.