my hot lady boss

Chapter 507 Where are you going?

Seeing the eyes of those male villagers scanning Wen Wanyu and the three of them, Yang Yesheng suddenly burst into anger, and shouted at these people: "Who is the village chief, come out and get the rest of the irrelevant people Everyone go home."

Because they have lived in this mountain area for thousands of years, adhering to the ancestral precept not to go down the mountain, these people are a bit barbaric and uncivilized, and each of them is full of stubbornness.

It would be fine if Yang Yesheng discussed with them in a friendly voice, but Yang Yesheng actually gave such a domineering anger to directly order the village chief to drive them away. Naturally, these mountain people would not be happy .

The crowd moved away, and a gray-bearded, eighty-year-old man walked out briskly, squinting his eyes, stroking his long beard with his right hand, and slowly walked up to Yang Yesheng and the others.

Fang Zhongxue and Hua Yu also sensed the hostility of these mountain people, and they dared not be careless, and Yang Yesheng formed a character shape, protecting Wen Wanyu in the middle, while the two of them faced outwards, one was ready to draw his sword at any time, the other Ready for any shader.

The eighty-year-old man came to him, looked Yang Yesheng up and down, and asked indifferently: "Young man, where are you from and where are you going?"

Seeing that the old man didn't attack right away, Yang Yesheng naturally wouldn't attack first, and said with a slight smile: "I'm coming from the south, and I want to go to Motian Ridge, because it's getting late, I can only stay for one night, please also invite the village chief It is very convenient for me to do so, and I will be very grateful."

"Motianling? Are they going to Motianling?" As soon as Yang Yesheng's words fell, the crowd exclaimed, as if they were inconceivable to Yang Yesheng's purpose.

The four of Yang Yesheng were taken aback, not understanding why these mountain people were all so surprised, they hurriedly asked: "Village Chief, what happened to Motianling?"

The eighty-year-old man sighed, raised his hand and waved it, and shouted: "Everyone, let's leave, there's nothing to do, let's all go back."

The eighty-year-old man seems to be very prestigious. When he said this, all the mountain people immediately dispersed. In half a minute, the crowd dispersed completely, leaving only Yang Yesheng and the eighty-year-old old man.

The eighty-year-old man said: "Young people, come with me. I have a few houses in my house. Clean them up. It's no problem to stay overnight."

Living in the house of the village chief, who is an old man in his eighties, Yang Yesheng also felt relieved, and he also wanted to know what happened on Motian Ridge, so he agreed to follow the old man in his eighties to to his home.

On the way, Yang Yesheng learned from the eighty-year-old man that the name of this mountain village is Motian Village. Most of the people in the village moved down from Motian Ridge. However, when Yang Yesheng asked him, Motian Ridge Why did the old man move down from the mountain, but the eighty-year-old man kept silent, saying that he would talk about it when he got home, which made Yang Yesheng's heart itch.

Yang Yesheng suddenly thought that since most of the mountain people here moved down from Motianling, Hua Yu might know some of them.

Therefore, Yang Yesheng took a few steps back on purpose, and followed Hua Yu, looked at her expression, a bit complicated, and vaguely believed what the eighty-year-old man said, but still asked her: "Hua Yu, these mountain people , do you know anyone?"

Hua Yu nodded and said: "Although it has been more than ten years, I still recognize a few people, and my uncle is among them."

Yang Yesheng also nodded and said: "Well, it seems that something unbelievable happened on Motian Ridge, which made the mountain people above escape to the bottom."

Hua Yu also nodded with a heavy face and said: "Yes, I think so too, but what will happen on Motian Ridge?"

Yang Yesheng smiled and said: "Wait a minute, ask this old village head, maybe you will know the answer."

Not long after, the four of them followed the eighty-year-old man to the gate of a courtyard made of stones. The eighty-year-old man shouted inside: "My wife, there are guests at home." Then he pushed the door open and went in. Yang Yesheng and the others Hastily followed in.

The yard is big enough, there are as many as five or six rooms, plus the side house, there are almost seven or eight rooms, all of which are made of stones, even the roof is stone, I really don’t know how such a four-cornered and four-edged stone house is built of.

The four of them entered the courtyard, and an old lady with the same gray hair came out from a side room, bowed her waist and tied an apron, looked at the four of Yang Yesheng in amazement, and asked, "Old man, where is this from?" Where did you invite the distinguished guest from?"

The eighty-year-old man shook his head and said, "They didn't invite them, they came by themselves, and they said they were going to Motianling."

"What? Motianling?" The old lady immediately showed an extremely shocked expression, and then there was a "clang", and the spoon in the old lady's hand fell to the stone floor in the yard, making a crisp and pleasant sound .

It was such a shock again, Yang Yesheng and the others became even more curious, what happened on Motian Ridge made everyone so frightened.

After the old lady was surprised, she immediately bent down to pick up the spoon, then turned around nervously and entered the side room, leaving a sentence "Old man, I'm going to prepare dinner", and disappeared all of a sudden.

Yang Yesheng took out a cigarette, gave one to the eighty-year-old man, and lit it for him, then lit one himself, and asked, "Old village chief, what happened on Motianling? It's all very scary."

The eighty-year-old man pointed to a few stone benches in the yard, sighed and said, "Sit down first, I'll pour you a glass of water, and I'll tell you later."

It's really impatient and slow, Yang Yesheng feels like a ruthless punch on the cotton, light and light, with nowhere to draw strength.

Yang Yesheng had no choice but to watch the eighty-year-old man go to the main room, sighed and said, "I'm so anxious, what happened?"

Seeing Yang Yesheng's impatient look, Wen Wanyu couldn't help laughing and said, "I see you are so anxious, why are you panicking? The old village chief didn't tell you, your temperament is really like... You should really change it." Originally Wen Wanyu wanted to say "just like him", but immediately felt that it was inappropriate, so she changed her words.

After Wen Wanyu said this, Yang Yesheng had no choice but to sit down patiently, smoking a cigarette, and waited for the eighty-year-old man to come out of the house.

One minute later, the eighty-year-old man came out of the main room, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, a thermos in his left hand, and a few glasses in his right hand, and walked out slowly.

Yang Yesheng gave Fang Zhongxue and Huayu a wink, the two girls understood, and rushed forward, one took the thermos pot, the other took the glass, Yang Yesheng also stood up, and took the eighty-year-old man Sitting down on the stone bench, he asked again: "Old village chief, what happened on Motian Ridge, please don't pretend to be a fool, tell us quickly."

The eighty-year-old man sighed, took another deep breath, looked at Yang Yesheng, and asked, "You really want to know?"

"Pfft", Yang Yesheng almost lost his breath after hearing the words of the eighty-year-old man. If he didn't really want to know, how could he have asked several times in a row? Besides, the purpose of the four of them is Go up Motian Ridge.

Yang Yesheng resisted the urge to strangle the eighty-year-old man to death, nodded and said: "Old village chief, tell me quickly, we really want to know."

The eighty-year-old man nodded and said: "Okay, then I will tell you, and let you have a mental preparation, maybe you will not go to Motianling tomorrow."

Not only Yang Yesheng, Fang Zhongxue and Hua Yu, but even Wen Wanyu immediately became energetic and pricked up their ears. Yang Yesheng even said: "Well, old village chief, please tell me."

The eighty-year-old man sighed, and suddenly asked: "Who are you, why do you have to go to Motianling?"

Hold back, hold back, must hold back, Yang Yesheng clenched his fists tightly, almost couldn't hold back from punching the eighty-year-old old man, and said with a smile: "It's like this, old village chief, we are Entrusted by someone, I am going to find someone on Motian Ridge."

"Looking for someone? Who are you looking for?"

Yang Yesheng glanced at Hua Yu, who understood, and hurriedly said, "Her name is Ren Xiuying."

"What? Are you looking for Ren Xiuying?" The eighty-year-old man immediately jumped up, quickly took two steps away, stared at Yang Yesheng and the others with wide eyes, pointed at them tremblingly, and asked, "You...you Who is her?"

Ren Xiuying, Hua Yu's mother, has been dead for more than ten years. Why did the old village head have such an unusual reaction after hearing her name? Hua Yu was very surprised and said: "I am her daughter." , old village head, you are not from Motianling, how do you know my mother?"

"You...are you human?" The shocked expression on the face of the eighty-year-old old man remained unchanged, and he retreated slowly, even asking a question that made Yang Yesheng and the others puzzled.

Yang Yesheng hurriedly said: "Old village chief, of course we are human. Have you ever seen a ghost who can smoke? Look, we all have shadows."

"No..." The eighty-year-old man backed away with a shocked expression on his face, shaking his hands. He had already retreated more than [-] steps in a short while, then suddenly turned around and shouted, "Old woman, run, they I'm with Ren Xiuying."

The scream of "Ah..." came from the mouth of the old lady just now. Like a rabbit, she jumped out of the side room with a "swish", grabbed the hand of the eighty-year-old man, and walked briskly. Running outside, these two eighty-year-olds didn't look old at all, and their running speed was probably not even comparable to ordinary young people.

"Old village chief, old village chief, what's the matter with you, what happened?" Yang Yesheng was even more puzzled, and hurriedly chased them, but the two of them had already run out of the yard. One turned around, closed the door, and locked it.

Immediately, an almost hysterical shout of an eighty-year-old man came from outside the yard: "Everyone, come quickly, Ren Xiuying's accomplices are here, everyone, bring these guys over here, and beat them all to death."

Damn it, Yang Yesheng and the others are getting more and more confused. Ren Xiuying died more than ten years ago, and I am afraid that the corpse has become a pile of bones. How could we be her accomplices? The old man couldn't be insane.

Yang Yesheng came to the door and was about to force the door open when Wen Wanyu hurriedly shouted: "Sheng'er, don't be impulsive, there must be some misunderstanding."

After Wen Wanyu said that, Yang Yesheng put down his hand, lay on the crack of the door and looked out. He saw these two eighty-year-olds running out quickly, and there were already people holding sickles and shovels in the distance. Running over here.

(End of this chapter)