The mountain road was narrow, and the discussion was not as small as those mountain people who were smiling and flashing to the imagination of the mountain people next to the road. These similar words along the way kept lingering in Zhang Lisheng's ears until he walked into the house.

It was not until this time that Zhang Lisheng vaguely understood why everyone in the village seemed to be extremely polite to her father in the past, but her father still had a tense face all day long without a smile, and had an introverted personality and was weird.

It turns out that the politeness and respect of the villagers is essentially a kind of alienation. This alienation has separated the Zhang family and ordinary people into two worlds for thousands of years.

Sighing depressedly, Zhang Lisheng bolted the heavy wooden door to death.

The bodies in the yard have been removed by the police, leaving only four human figures depicted in white chalk to replace them.

The blood on the ground was still there, filling the human figure and it looked very gloomy.

After being interrogated for a whole day and night, he finally returned home. After the tension dissipated, Zhang Lisheng felt exhausted and had no time to clean the yard.

He dug a bucket of well water, washed his face, and then returned to his bedroom and fell asleep.

When he woke up, it was already the starry sky above the moon. Zhang Lisheng turned over and got up, walked to the bedroom of his dead father, and picked up several sets of heavy work clothes from the wooden box full of clothes.

Slowly savoring what Yang Zhengqi said in the police car, he slowly realized that he had driven the witch insect to poison the "third brother" who wanted to use money to buy his life in the end, which would likely lead to unexpected revenge that would break away from the legal ruling.

Faced with revenge, Zhang Lisheng must of course regain the power of self-protection as soon as possible.

As a first witch, that power is undoubtedly a witch insect.

Therefore, he changed his fat and heavy work clothes, rolled up his cuffs and trousers legs and wrapped them with black tape, and walked out of the ancient house lightly and silently, intending to venture to the jungle to hunt insects.

It was around four o'clock in the morning, and the entire mountain village, the villagers and travelers were already in their sleep. Zhang Lisheng walked quietly on the stone road, with a cold breeze.

Although the witch power has been nearly doubled, it is estimated that the number of times the witch insects should be refined from two to four times, without Qinghong's protection, he knew clearly that this late-night trip to the dense forest would undoubtedly be more dangerous than the first time.

You must not go deep into the forest with confidence. It is best to hunt insects only in the area where you return farmland to forests. When Zhang Lisheng decided to pay attention, he had already arrived at the entrance of the village. With the moonlight, he suddenly had two police cars parked in the open space at the entrance of the village.

The police car was off and the situation in the car was not visible from outside. No policeman opened the car door and came out to question why Zhang Lisheng left the village so late.

But Zhang Lisheng vaguely felt that behind a certain light-blocked car glass, Yang Zhengqi's eyes were staring at him with bright eyes.

Zhang Lisheng thought about it carefully, gave up his original plan without hesitation, turned around and walked home quickly along the way.

In the police car that was leading the way, a sleepy young policeman sitting in the driver's seat looked at Zhang Lisheng's back as he was getting farther away and said excitedly: "Battle Team, it's so amazing. You guessed it's really good. This kid is so brave. He has made such a big deal and is uneasy when he just released him.

Unfortunately, the police car was parked in the open space this time, and the target was too obvious. Otherwise, with his unscrupulous courage, we would definitely be able to catch some clues."

"It's right that the goal is obvious. We are not here to catch Zhang Lisheng's pain, but to prevent him from having any conflict with the people of Yuehai Group in Dongdong of Guangdong.

Song Lihua, Song Liguo is not like us, and he wants to pay attention to evidence. Since Song Lisheng died at Zhang Lisheng's house, no matter what the reason, they will definitely make Zhang Lisheng pay for his life, otherwise he will not be able to get over the face of the Tao."

"Bamboat, then we are not protecting the suspect?" said the young policeman in surprise.

Yang Zhengqi, who was sitting in the passenger seat, opened the car window a little, blew the cold wind, lit a cigarette, and said in a low voice: "Of course we are not protecting the suspect, but preventing the crime.

Xiao Li, do you know how many foreign tourists there are in this small mountain village in front of you? If any major criminal case occurs here, I am afraid that the leaders of the municipal bureau and even the provincial department will not be able to afford it.

But don't worry, we don't have to keep an eye on it for too long. My friend in the provincial department has already received a letter. According to him, the Rongcheng Consulate has contacted Zhang Lisheng's mother very smoothly. If there is no accident, he will leave China for at most two or three days."

While Yang Zhengqi was guiding his subordinates whom he valued, Zhang Lisheng had already returned home with a gloomy face.

At the same time, in Yangcheng, the capital of eastern Guangdong, the most economically developed province in China, the noisy and prosperous and brightly lit central area.

A middle-aged man wearing a black suit, slightly fat, and a kind-hearted expression of a kind man, walked out of the earliest landmark building in Yangcheng, the Sheraton Hotel on the 79th floor.

Chinese people, especially men with distorted body shapes, rarely wear suits as appropriate as him.

Under the beige light, the doormen who welcomed the hotel bowed together: "Song Xian, welcome you next time."

The middle-aged man nodded with a smile.

In the door outside the hotel, a medieval black German native Passat (Volkswagen Passat) parked aside. Compared with the luxury cars shuttled back and forth around, it looked a little shabby, but its Guangdong A0001 license plate made all peers ashamed.

The middle-aged man walked to the front of the car, opened Passat's back seat and got in.

"Brother Haizi, where are you going?" The driver, who was gray-haired and wearing a cool sweatshirt, started the fare and asked loudly.

"Bi Shui Garden, I'm tired today, I want to be quiet." The middle-aged man said with a tired smile.

"I'm going to take your lungs. In the past, at 4 o'clock in the middle of the night, there were not even a rat on the street. Now the streets are full of cars, so why don't people live?"

"As the economy develops, social engagements will naturally become later and later, and you will be tired."

"I slept all day during the day and was very energetic. I was talking about you, Brother Haizi, you are busy all day long... Alas"

"Although we have already understood the way, we can't contact each other without frequent contact. Are you a businessman? Why don't you do this..." The middle-aged man said as he suddenly felt the phone in his pocket vibrate.

He took out his cell phone and looked down. It was an anonymous text message, which read: "Don't move when the wind is strong, I will make a long-term plan and I will not have any reputation."

"'Don't move the wind, I'll make a long-term plan, I don't have any reputation.' Hehe, can my brother Song Lihai die in vain?" The middle-aged man murmured to himself, raised his head, and his eyes showed a sharp light like a falcon, and his whole temperament became completely different in an instant.

He looked at the driver driving in front of him and grinned, whispered without looking back: "Brother Haizi, it's Sun Changting's text message. This guy wants to be the director and is crazy.

Do I need to do something?"

Song Lihai shook his head and said expressionlessly: "No need for dog teeth, the 'bobcat' on the second child has already set off for western Sichuan.

The third brother said this time, and it would be enough to have an explanation."

Song Lihai said it simply, but the driver gasped when he heard the word "Boncat" and said, "I don't know that the little bobcat was picked up by Mr. Er from there. It's very weird.

If he takes action, there will be no problem."

Danger is approaching, but Zhang Lisheng, who knew nothing, had to lock the door and walk into the bedroom and lie back on the bed.

He turned around and couldn't fall asleep for a long time. In the end, he just sat up cross-legged, closed his eyes, chanted the magic spell in his mouth, and practiced the magic method.

This thought took several hours. When Zhang Lisheng closed his mouth with dry tongue, it was already past nine o'clock in the morning.

The progress of the practice overnight was quite gratifying, and the increase rate of the witchcraft increased significantly after being strong, which made Zhang Lisheng, who was originally depressed, feel a little complacent.

Just as he was thinking that the time for him to break through to Erwu might be about to be ahead of time, suddenly a few knocks from outside the door disturbed his beautiful dream.

Unexpectedly, someone would knock on the door of the Zhang family’s old house. Zhang Lisheng was stunned for a moment, and listened carefully. After finding that the knocking sound was not his illusion, he climbed out of bed, ran to the yard and asked, “Who?”

"Well, Li, old man Li Shengsheng, it's me, I'm the Tao family hunting forest." A familiar voice with some stuttering sound came outside the door.

After hearing this, Zhang Lisheng hurried to the front of the yard, opened the door, and said with an embarrassing expression: "Uncle Lie, why do you call me that too? I am not an 'old man'. This is the era of technology, so how can you say these things?

You, it would be great if you call me mountain bugs.”

After hearing what Zhang Lisheng said, Tao Lilin's tense face outside the door was a little relaxed, but he still said without any worries: "At any time, we Miaowei people must believe in the 'old man'. You are a descendant of the Zhang family, and..."

"Uncle A Lie, my father was hit by a taxi and lost his ground. Why do you still believe in the 'old man'?

I know the four people died strangely. Maybe my ancestors really left some housekeeping, but I am really not an 'old man'."

The barely reasonable explanation made Tao Lilin's face relieved a lot, "This, this..."

"How can I lie to you, Uncle Lie.

Yes, you came to me today to take me to the town bank, would you deposit the money?"

"Yes, you can get the insurance company's checks, gifts and household registration, and I will take you to the town bank to open an account and deposit all the money."

Zhang Lisheng nodded and said, "Uncle Lie, then I'll get the money box, you can go into the house and wait." Then he ran back to his bedroom.

Tao Lilin outside the door looked at the blood in the yard and shivered, but no longer had the courage to step into the old Zhang family house like he did when he was organizing the funeral a few days ago.

His body was still motionless and shouted, "Well, I'll wait for you outside the door."

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I saw it, and Pig saw it. With the reminder of some readers, Pig saw that the name of this book appeared on the new book list.

To be honest, Zhuzhu didn’t know where the new book list was on the homepage before. He didn’t know that he could leave it for 200,000 words before going to the country (it thought it would be automatically dropped in a month). He didn’t even know that the works that were originally ranked in the top 12 could appear on the homepage. As a young and senior otaku, Zhuzhu only knew how to write carefully at Qidian Zhuzhu.

Thank you readers for giving this honor to Pig, really, thank you.

Please continue to support Zhuzhu, and support this book that is not about "imitating other people's success trajectory".

Every recommendation ticket you have is a powerful driving force for Zhuzhu to write, thank you!

In addition, Zhuzhu is indeed slower than most writers at the Qidian, but considering good plots and conception layouts really requires a lot of thought to succeed. These really require time to brew.

Here, I apologize to the readers who are anxious.

There is no need for the top ten, and keep the top 12 rankings. After the new book is over, Zhuzhu will definitely take two days off and concentrate on typing. At least five chapters. If there are too many, there will be six or seven chapters to make everyone enjoy reading. Thank you.
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