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Chapter 234 Karma
The third aunt felt that she was really sad today.

She has been in this business for at least 15 years. People who have traded and traded can't say that they can punch around the world hand in hand, but at least it is no problem to circle the football field ten times, but she has never been caught because she always plots. Then move.

Just like the battery car, she prepared it in advance, but she didn't expect the battery car to run out of power so quickly.

So I feel that today is very sad, and there has never been a day as embarrassing as today.

Especially the moment she fell into the cesspit, she hated today's God to death.

She crawled out of the cesspit and touched her face.

After spitting out the dirty things in her mouth twice, she raised her head and forgot to look at the sky. She really wanted to curse a few words, but she felt that this time should not be wasted at this time.

She crawled out, smelling bad all over her body, and the disgusting smell made her sick to her stomach, especially the feces in her mouth, which made her even more sad.

She took two steps forward unsteadily, and saw a pool of spring water, which looked clear and translucent.

She took a sip.

puff!
Whoa, saline water.

She felt that this fate was unfair, so she resisted the smell of feces and salt water, and cursed: God damn it.

She stood up, and a lot of salt water was splashed on her body.

Raising her head, the drone was still staring at her three feet away.

She didn't dare to look up, she felt that someone must have seen her fall into the cesspit.

She walked on.

As everyone knows, in the live broadcast room of the whole network at this time, netizens have already talked a lot.

The audience in the live broadcast room had seen her since the third aunt entered the village just now.

And because of the high-definition live broadcast, the face of the third aunt clearly appeared in the eyes of all netizens, and countless scolding and angry remarks appeared on the screen for a while.

If a human trafficker has anything to live broadcast, just grab the corpse in ten thousand pieces and forget it.

This is everyone's first thought.

Then, when the netizens were angry, they saw that Aunt San was too over the wall.

On the other side of the wall is a cesspit, like on TV, everyone sees the cesspit.

But the third aunt didn't see it, and then fell into it, stood up to wash her face, and spit out feces.

Everything is smooth and flowing, and it's disgusting.

But countless netizens clapped their hands and applauded, and suddenly felt that such a live broadcast seemed interesting.

"Damn, well done, is this cesspit an ambush in advance?"

"There are gods standing three feet above your head, it's just destiny, this photography is perfect, third aunt, third aunt, there will be times when you are unlucky."

"The sky is not beautiful, I forgot to take a screenshot just now."

"The screenshots are different now, but I think this place is very familiar. It seems to be not far behind our house. I'll go and have a look."

"People passing by, if you can't beat them to death, beat them to death, this kind of shit, it's like gods and men are angry."

Aunt San didn't know much about the netizens' comments, and Xu Fan didn't know either.

He also saw this scene, and murmured, "It seems to work."

The fat man asked from the side, "What?"

Xu Fan shook his head, looking at the occasional footage from the drone.

In the camera is the taxi driver. He threw away the bicycle he rode just now, followed him up the mountain, and chased after the third wife.

Xu Fan said, "He is most likely from the Ministry of Public Security."

Zhao Feiyang was a little puzzled, but Xu Fan didn't explain.

And at this moment, the third aunt in the camera of the live broadcast room had already arrived in a dirt house.

This earthen house is [-] meters high, and it is the kind of old house that is very common in rural areas.

It is very simple to build, just use some wooden piles and branches to build it up, cover the roof with a layer of grass, and do some simple waterproofing.

The third aunt entered the house, rummaged around randomly, rattling non-stop, and finally found some old clothes from the room.

She looked up and saw that the drone did not follow, which made her feel a little better.

She hurriedly prepared to change clothes, and she didn't want to smell the stench coming from her body for a second.

But at this time.

She suddenly heard a creaking sound.

In the next second, she saw danger in her eyes.

At this time, she didn't even bother to change clothes, and pushed the door out.

boom!
Where is there still time.

The house seemed to have been damaged long ago. When she was looking for clothes just now, she rummaged around again. She must have used too much force, and even stepped on the roof.

She was covered tightly with dirt and grass that fell from the roof.

Fortunately, the materials used to build the roof were not heavy. Although the roof was severely covered, the third aunt was just in a panic and didn't have too many injuries.

Crawling out from the mound, she spit out two mouthfuls of weeds, and the third aunt touched her messy hair with fear in her eyes.

This fear is the kind that comes from the soul.

Not only did he feel that there were countless people watching him at this time, but she even felt as if she had offended God and stared at her relentlessly.

She got up and stumbled away from here, because the dirt was all over her body, which covered up the smell of dung.

It reduced the smell on her body a lot, but she has never been so embarrassed today.

Looking up, the drone was still following her.

She subconsciously picked up a stone next to it and threw it out, trying to see if she could knock down the drone.

But it was useless at all, she watched the stone fly into the sky, but did not hit the drone, but the stone fell from the sky at high speed.

The third aunt's face changed drastically, and she couldn't say a word, so she hurried forward.

But how could the stone be thrown vertically?

It's okay if she doesn't move, this move.

The picture is a little funny.

She throws the rock into the sky, looks at the rock and misses the drone, and then maybe it's an eye problem, maybe it's something else.

She was worried that the stone would hit herself, so she took two steps forward to avoid the stone.

But the stone hit her head impartially.

boom!
The third aunt was lying on the ground, with blood streaming from her head.

This picture is really a bit funny, but also a bit horrible.

The audience who saw this scene in the live broadcast room all clapped their hands and applauded.

"It's a good smash, and you can't live by yourself."

"The stone I threw was destined to hit me, and that damned old woman will die."

"Damn human trafficker, I just want to laugh out loud when I see this scene, it's refreshing."

"The police, the drone is recording, the police must be nearby, hurry up and arrest, this kind of person deserves death."

In the picture, Aunt San's face is white, only the red blood on her forehead is very clear.

She got up and felt that today's luck was extremely bad.

She hated herself for not leaving directly when she learned of the country's move.

She hated herself why she had to hold that child today.

What she hates the most is why she took those two steps just now.

What kind of broken eyes do I have?

Desperate in her heart, she still took advantage of her body to prepare to leave here.

She didn't feel that her luck was extremely bad, she had already hid here, and she didn't believe that the cops following behind could catch up.

But she also knew that if she couldn't leave here as soon as possible, there would be only one dead end.

Get up with difficulty.

She tore a strip of cloth along the torn traces of her clothes. Feeling the dampness on it, she held back her nausea and put it on her forehead, planning to temporarily stop the bleeding.

But - saline water.

The strip of cloth was actually the salt water sprinkled just now, and when she put it on the wound, her whole body was shaken.

The pain on his forehead was worse than a stone being hit just now.

This is the real rubbing of salt in the wound.

　The third week is over, and this month’s 22 words is really far from what I expected, but it’s enough for me, I still like this story, so don’t worry about the eunuch’s interruption, but the next 10 words will be updated It depends on the situation, I still want to stick to it, until my wrist is not allowed, I have to take a good rest, and I will definitely continue when I adjust, (Tell everyone hello, at the beginning of next month, the minimum guarantee is [-] to [-] words, Then I will write a rule for adding updates tomorrow. On the basis of the ten updates, it depends on how much you can add. I will do my best.) I love you all, and I am really grateful to my friends who have always supported me. Some of them are silent, but I am reading the book seriously, I am really grateful (thank you for your genuine support, it is the biggest motivation for me to write) and to say something hypocritical, I love you all!

　　
　
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