Chapter 11 His Uncle

Follow the old man all the way to the mountain, bypassed the path at the foot of the mountain, drilled into a forest road, and coiled a mountain. After going down the mountain, a village with only about 20 families appeared in front of Qin Zhong.

However, Qin Zhong felt uncomfortable this night. At least five or six family members burned paper at the entrance of the village, and another family set off firecrackers.

"My God, how many people have died in your village recently?"

"About a dozen, and the paper burners at the door are all newly dead, and the whips are burned for me." Old Lan said with a helpless smile on his face.

Qin Zhong sweated on the back of his head, thinking that the old man was not a ghost, but just now he clearly saw that he was sweating behind him, and he had a body temperature, not the characteristics of a ghost.

The old blue head walked through several paper teams in front of him, came to the whipping paper team, squatted down, and looked at the young woman who burned the paper: "Xiuer, don't burn it. Your father can't die."

Ah? Why are you coming back if you don't dig a hole? The woman called Xiu'er said to the old man in surprise.

The old man raised his eyebrows and said, "I can't die. Why am I digging that pit? Let's go. Don't burn it. The rest will be burned for your eighth uncle."

"Oh, my father, you said that I have divided the assets you left with my brother. When you come back, we have to go to the town to withdraw the money and return it to you. Besides, is what our immortal said wrong? Don't toss around. You go to your grave bag and wait. My brother and I will fill the soil for you tomorrow morning." Xiuer said and continued to burn paper.

The old blue head grinned and said, "Come on, I met another master. I was told that I couldn't die. I think it's quite reasonable. In addition, even if I take hundreds of yuan of assets, even if you raise me, you will take care of my food and clothing in the future."

Ah? Aren't you confused? It seems that you have to find Daxian to give you some sedatives to save you trouble.

Guo Dafu laughed, as if he was making sarcastic words: "Your village is really strange. People are looking forward to the prosperity of your family. You are still looking forward to the death of your family. What the hell is this?"

Qin Zhong listened to Guo Dafu's words as if it was the first time he praised him. He provoked his thumb: "Dafu, you can say something normal. Well said, I, Qin Zhong, think so too."

"Yes, this village is really strange, and I don't know what disease the people in this village have committed."

Qin Zhong pulled up the old blue head and said, "Well, you'd better take me to see your immortals quickly. I guess he will see it for another two days, and everyone in your village will die." However, as soon as Qin Zhong finished his words, he suddenly felt a gust of wind around him, and he seemed to be surrounded. He looked around and saw that the old ghost Guo Dafu and him were surrounded by more than a dozen old women burning paper around him.

The rural women's eyes were vicious, and their eyes were full of murder, which almost ate Qin Zhong and others.

"My God, you women, don't bully men like this, okay? All we can say is the truth.

"The truth? To be honest, there is nothing you said. Humph, you people seem to be here to find faults and don't respect the dead in our family, so we are not polite.

The old man lowered his head and sighed helplessly, "I've said that I won't let you go through this muddy water. You don't listen. Well, how can we do it, these old ladies?"

"Hey, no matter what, the man will blow up his little *, and the woman will blow up his chest, making his aunt come later." Guo Dafu has a lot of farts.

As soon as these words came out, those old women absolutely didn't care about illness and raised their hands to fight.

Qin Zhong put his hands in front of his chest and Shi Li said, " Pull down. We know that you elder sisters are absolutely awesome, and we can't beat you. I think we'd better take us to meet the immortals you are proud of. I think he should like to see us passers-by."

"Okay, then let the immortal decide his life and death." The women held it.

Qin Zhong understood in his heart that he didn't know whether these villagers were fascinated by the so-called immortals. What did this bastard do? And so many people died in the village were all created by him. What is this guy's intention and what is his purpose?

Qin Zhong's heart drew a lot of question marks. When they arrived at the door of a courtyard, the red door was half closed. Soon an old man with a decadent face ran out of it. As soon as he saw the old Lantou, he said, "Brother Lan, I have also been sentenced to death. It seems that I have to dig a hole tomorrow. Your pit is in Come on, let's talk about it. Let's be neighbors and play cards in the evening.

"Cut, I won't die. I've dug half of the pit. I won't dig it anymore. Besides, I'll die. What's there?"

As soon as the old man who came out heard this, he immediately said, "Well, you can give me your pit, so that I can have a drink at home."

"Okay, you go. On the northwest slope of the village, the one without soil is what I dug."

Qin Zhong heard that the people here were so depressed that the whole village seemed to be shrouded in a dead silence. Is this problem really caused by some immortal? He decided to go in and have a look.

Old Lantou opened the door and invited Qin Zhong to go to the yard. As soon as he entered the yard, he shouted, "Liu Daxian, Liu Daxian, I brought a few tall people. Do you want to know each other?"

At this time, Qin Zhong looked into the hall in the middle of the yard, and suddenly there was an echo from the audio amplifier, and the old man whose voice was pulled: "Who, who dares to claim to be a master in front of Ben Xian? I can tell you that I am a know everything here. As long as I look at it, there is nothing I don't know. "

Qin Zhong heard this and laughed: "Dad, why don't we brag? Put Mike down and let's talk well. Is it tiring to talk like this?"

"If you dare to despise Benxian, let you see the power of Benxian first." As soon as his words fell, a flying knife suddenly flew out of the yard. This flying knife looked like something from Tangmen, but the four corners of the knife was indeed not something from the mainland. Such things are common among Japanese people.

When the old man saw the dart coming, he pushed the dart aside, and the dart landed and rolled to one side.

Qin Zhong came over and said, "What a poisonous hidden weapon. I didn't expect you to play such a thing with such a thing?"

"Haha, I knew you could avoid it. How about it? I know everything!"

"Ah?" Qin Zhong is very different. It turns out that this guy is also fooled by his deceptive mouth. This time Qin Zhong knew, but the people he said were really dying. I don't understand this, but Qin Zhong still fought back and said, "Is this how you guess what we are going to do? If you can call him know everything like this, then I can call him know everything.

"Oh, it stinks." As soon as the words fell, the stereo seemed to be locked up. More than 20 thrush-like people suddenly came out of the room. The leader was a small man. When he came out of the yard, he came to Qin Zhong and looked up and down at Qin Zhong: "Well, it's really a hairy boy, Lao Lan, where do you think the master you brought is this person?"

The old blue head nodded hurriedly: "Of course it's him. He's very powerful. I don't feel that he's not good at you!"

"What's the difference? I think it's just that your boy deserves to die. Looking at your black face, I said it's not far from death. The guy said, I don't know when the wind will start to blow.

Qin Zhong didn't care at the beginning, but when he smelled the wind, he suddenly covered his nose and said, "Good boy, it turns out that you have attracted you. No wonder the people in the village are obedient to you." As Qin Zhong spoke, the steel knife at the back was plucked out, and the five elements of beads on the steel knife suddenly flashed in the night light, shining his precious light.

" boss, I think I'll shoot him. Don't talk nonsense with him." Guo Dafu also covered his nose. The old man took out a gas mask from somewhere and put it on his face. He didn't know when a military dagger had been turned out of his pocket and went straight at the fairy.