Chapter 856: Bitch

"You want to be a little fairy, and I want to play Zhu Bajie to play with them. However, Qiqi, you are a popular Internet boy. When the other party comes, you must have collected our information. You have to reveal it as soon as you show up." The fat man was also a little moved by Qiqi's proposal, but it was still easy to have problems, so he had to bear the pain of giving up.

"What should I do?" Qiqi's little face was also full of regret.

"Anyway, they are trapped. Let's go to bed first, keep your energy and fight." The fat man was so excited that he set up a tent and pulled Qiqi in, leaving Chou Chou outside to catch the wind, and soon fell asleep with peace of mind.

When I woke up, I looked at my watch and had already 5 o'clock in the afternoon. I slept for a whole afternoon and finally compensated for the sleep of the previous two days. The fat man was in high spirits and went out of the tent to search for the situation there. I couldn't help but laugh. I saw that the weasels did not receive Qiqi's latest instructions and the encirclement had not yet been disbanded. And those people were really scared and did not dare to break through. They probably stood there stupidly for a whole afternoon.

The fat man grabbed his head: "You have to give someone some way to live, don't be too anxious to jump over the wall--"

Qiqi then sent the two weasels responsible for contact, and soon the Huang army began to retreat. After so long, the Huang army soldiers were hungry and just went out to get food at night.

"Oh my god--" The black man sat on the ground, then leaned back and lay on the grass: "These ancestors finally retreated."

Others also felt as if they had removed a Mount Tai, and their body and mind were extremely relaxed. As a result, they were a little over-easy, and they all fell and the whole team seemed to be disbanded.

Seeing this situation, Cang knew that he could not move forward any further, so he simply set up a tent and rested on the spot. After dealing with the meal, everyone went into the tent to sleep. The rest was not good, and the mental tension was too high, everyone felt that their body had turned into noodles.

The fat man was unhappy there: "I just woke up and was in high spirits. What are you busy sleeping? You all got up and moved. What is the old saying goes, life lies in exercise-"

Qiqi also laughed beside him: "Fat uncle, did you use the harassment battle last night?"

"We have to change the patterns, we can't always follow the old path. Don't be too rigid in your thoughts. Our principle is to change things and change everything until our opponent is fascinated and will die..." The fat man seemed to have really rested, and he would be distracted from the topic after he got to the point.

Qiqi was angry and ignored him and led Chou Chou to pick wild fruits.

After nightfall, the forest became dark again. The fat man sneaked over quietly, and the fat man pointed his fingers and began to make trouble.

Soon, there was a riot in the other party's camp. Apart from the guard post, the rest of the people were sleeping soundly, but suddenly they found that they were biting all over their bodies and itchy. When they opened their eyes, they were sleeping in the open air. I don't know when the tent had been moved to the side.

Because the tent is stuffy, many people are bare-armed. Now it's time to feed the mosquitoes.

"If you two don't watch the night, why are you moving your tents--" The black man protested to the two men, and he was itchy all over his body, and he didn't know how many big bags he had bitten out.

"We didn't move at all--" the two men shouted unjustly.

"You didn't move, were you ghosts--" The black man couldn't say anything anymore. The field was silent for a moment. It was okay during the day, after all, it was blue and sunny; now it was dark and already a creepy person. If such an elusive thing happened, everyone's heartbeat began to accelerate, and there was only one thought left in his mind: Get out of this damn place quickly!

Suddenly, a few strange screams came, the sound was extremely unpleasant, like a ghost, scaring the black man into the tent, while the others raised their guns and shot them in a row.

"It's the night owl - don't shoot--" Old Man Cang shouted, and did not curse his subordinates. He knew in his heart that these brothers had turned into frightened birds. If this continues, they may all go crazy, and shooting each other may be possible.

The field fell into death silence again, with only heavy gasps whimpering, and everyone's nerves were like tense strings, which could break at any time.

"Boss - look at a pit over there-" a guy wearing a night vision device said tremblingly. In my memory, this camp was full of weeds and there were no pits.

Everyone was brave enough to each other, and then they leaned over together, and saw a large rectangular pit appeared on the grass, two meters long and one meter wide, and one meter deep. There were also large soil buns piled around. When they shone with a flashlight, the soil was quite wet, and it was obviously newly dug.

"This, is this a tomb dug for us-" the black man murmured to himself, his eyes straightened, as if he was possessed by evil spirits, and then walked straight over, laying straight into the pit, looking straight at the night sky, with indescribable weirdness.

"Heizi, come out quickly, otherwise I will collapse you!" Old Man Cang almost collapsed, and shouted at the top of his lungs to prove that he still exists in this world.

"None of us can escape, let's find our own pit--" The black man closed his eyes and ignored everything.

Everyone looked around and couldn't help but feel creepy. They saw several big pits appearing around, like black holes in the entrance to hell.

"We will withdraw tomorrow-" The gun in the eldest son's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and his confidence and courage had been wiped out.

"Run now--" I don't know who shouted, "No one wants to stay for another second in such a terrifying place."

Huh, people ran around in a scattered way, and one of them fell into a big pit, and was shocked and fainted.

The two Russians were anxious and screamed strangely, but even the translator disappeared. Who knew what they were sorrowful?

The fat man not far away was also very anxious and wanted to shout at the top of his throat: Don't run away, it's all my tricks, I'll scare you to play. It's so hard to catch it when you run around.

"These people are too brave--" Qiqi was also disappointed with their performance.

"Let's go, we two should officially appear." The fat man smacked his lips, feeling a little unsatisfied.

They held hands and appeared at the other party's camp together. However, the grand welcome scene that fat man expected did not appear. There were two old men and eldest sons left on the other party - by the way, there were still two lying in the pit, but they were both sitting on the ground like wooden carvings, and they didn't even notice the arrival of the fat man and the others.

"It's all my fault, which scares people all silly." While reflecting on himself, the fat man came to Lao Da, squatted down, and patted the other person's shoulder: "It's over--"

Old Man Cang raised his lost eyes, glanced at the fat man, then stretched out his straight and tilted back, and let out a buzz, leaving his back breath.

The fat man grabbed the back of his head and felt that it was a bit intrusive, so he pulled off a straw hat with green grass from his head. The thing was pressed to the top of his head, and the surrounding green grass drooped, just blocking his face and neck, which could prevent mosquito bites. However, if he suddenly saw it in the dark, he would definitely be scared.

There was no way, so the fat man had to take out a rope to tie the eldest son Cang, then turned to the two foreigners, grinned at them, and the two guys immediately took out the cross and kept muttering, just like chanting scriptures, probably thinking that the fat man was a devil.

"What kind of spirit is this for two foreigners who have traveled thousands of miles to us? This is a spirit of falling into the trap. Amen, rest in peace-" The last sentence was said by the fat man in English, and the two Russians understood it, but they were not as scared as before. After all, they feared the devil and were not afraid of people.

Although they didn't know where the gun was thrown, they still waved their big fists and rushed up with a weird scream.

"Good here, I'm going to move my body." The fat man couldn't ask for it, so he also held two fists and smashed it around. In the end, the two old men were both lying on the grass with blue noses and swollen faces, and they all fainted.

Even so, they are better than those accomplices. Others are shocked and both of them are knocked out.

The fat man tied them up, then tied them into a string with ropes, and connected them with Lao Cang. When he finished his work, he saw Qiqi sitting on a small earthbowl. Chou Chou sat next to her, calling out to the black man lying in the pit: "Hey, come up, it's tide and cold inside-"

The black man probably hadn't recovered from that state of being crazy and was not affected by the outside world at all. He was all focused on lying in the pit. Qiqi picked up a small piece of soil and threw it down, and hit the black man in the face. He didn't react at all.

"Fat Uncle, this person was frightened silly-" Qiqi looked at the fat man helplessly.

"Just just bury it yourself--" A shovel appeared in the fat man's hand and began to pour soil into the pit. Even so, the black man still didn't respond. It seemed that he was stupid as Qiqi said.

The fat man had to pull him out, tied him with a rope, then took out a bottle of white wine, took a sip, and squirted it on the black man's face.

Ah--The black man sneezes and finally wakes up. He sways his brain and looks around, and finally asks the fat man in a daze: "Who are you?"

"I'm a human-"

"No, are you a bullhead or a horse's face? Seeing that you are so fat, you must be the bullhead master."

The fat man grabbed the back of his head and felt that there was no need to continue communicating with him again, so he came to another pit and carried the guy who fainted from the scare and tied them to a rope: "There are five now, and six more ran away. This time I played a bit too much and scared everyone away. We have to look for them one by one. It's too troublesome - hey - don't say it, if you have more conscious, you're back!"

A messy footsteps came, and the six people who had just run away appeared in the fat man's vision. Behind them, dozens of pairs of green eyes were followed. It turned out that they did not run back voluntarily, but were sent by the wolves.

"It's just that everyone is here. Come on, be more conscious and ask me to lock you first-" The fat man shook the rope in his hand and shouted with his teeth and claws.

"You are a human or a ghost-" one of the people asked in a trembling voice.

The fat man went over and gave them a few mouths: "Is there anyone who is so kind to me?"

"It's good that we are humans. We can't die this time!" Although the faces of those people were a little swollen, they all smiled and felt relieved. They pounced onto the ground and sat motionlessly waiting to be tied up.

The fat man grabbed the back of his head: "I have never seen such a mean person--"
Chapter completed!