On the day I left school, I knocked all the relatives in the hospital to death

I raised my eyes alertly and looked at the roof of the car, but I didn't find any clues.

The driver was driving in front, sometimes turning right and sometimes turning left.

He didn't throw the man out of the car.

The driver became a little angry and braked suddenly, stopping the car.

He opened the car door furiously, making babbling sounds, but after he got out of the car, he suddenly fell silent.

"Boss, what's the matter?"

Looking at him, it looked like he hadn't seen the person on the roof of the car.

Immediately afterwards, a muddy smell came from behind the trunk of the car.

Just as I was about to speak, a rough hand pinched my throat.

"I'm sorry, everyone. My family is really too poor to open up the trouble. I would like to ask you for some small money."

This voice was also sinister, and as soon as it was spoken, it sent chills down my back.

I thought it was someone from Suimingmen who came to find me.

Who knew that in such a deserted place, one could meet a robber.

After the big driver looked around but couldn't find anyone, he opened the door and came in from the outside, and saw that we had been hijacked.

He suddenly became furious, pointed at the man and uttered some monosyllables excitedly from his mouth.

Zhang Lingchuan sneered: "You are the first one who dares to ask for money from me."

He hid in the trunk of the car, stretched out his hand to hold us both, and smiled.

"Everything has its first time."

"The heroes of the forest belong to the same family. Just think that you are unlucky today and hand over all the valuable items you have."

"Especially that--the good stuff down the river."

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Lingchuan frowned.

Except for the two male and female thieves who stole the door, no one knew that the dragon ball was still on our bodies.

Even if this robber wanted to steal the Dragon Ball, he should have gone to that ghost guy Arthur, not the two of us.

Could it be that Kong Sanniang and the others betrayed us?

The driver didn't dare to act rashly, and the atmosphere remained deadlocked.

Zhang Lingchuan tried to trick him: "What do you want?"

The robber kept saying that he wanted the good things we brought out from under the river.

It seems that he knew we went into the river, but he didn't know what we brought out.

A smile escaped Zhang Lingchuan's lips, and he suddenly grabbed the robber.

"Yu Tianyi!"

I understood immediately and immediately opened the door and got out of the car. I happened to block the robber behind the trunk of the car.

He is not tall, thin and short, but he looks very smart.

Fortunately, the driver there was also quite clever.

He immediately woke up and formed a triangle with us, surrounding the man in the middle.

But there was a fanaticism in this man's eyes that was not afraid of death. He was still staring at the corpse we put in the car!

I was so angry that I cursed: "Damn it, how brave do you have to steal your grandfather's car?"

Zhang Lingchuan stared at him coldly, approaching step by step.

"He can shrink his bones, and he still smells like mud."

"This is no ordinary robber."

I was stunned for a moment after hearing this: "Then what is he?"

Zhang Lingchuan immediately pointed it out: "He is just a local rat."

Country rat? I looked at that man with some surprise.

Tumouzi is a local dialect in our south.

In fact, they are Tufuzi, who we often call tomb robbers.

Because they go underground all year round to dig holes and dig graves, they have a muddy smell all year round.

Seeing that we had discovered his identity, the native master sat down on the ground with a mournful face.

"Everyone, please do well. I really can't survive."

"Please give me some..."

I sneered: "I've never seen someone be so confident when begging for food."

Zhang Lingchuan asked him: "How did you know there was something on us? Who told you."

The man hesitated for a long time and said in a low voice: "No one else told me, I guessed it myself."

Seeing that he refused to tell the truth, Zhang Lingchuan immediately kicked him: "If you don't tell the truth, I will destroy your tricks."

At this time, the man sniffed and actually sat on the floor and started crying.

"Who would be willing to take risks unless they are forced to do anything?"

The man told us that his name was Er Qiangzi, and that his family had a ancestral career in fighting.

"My other abilities are average, but I have an extremely sensitive nose. I can smell anyone who has been beaten and has the smell of a tomb."

As he said that, Er Qiangzi turned to look at us.

What he means is that our bodies smell like the tomb.

Zhang Lingchuan waved his hand and summoned the female ghost from my neck.

She floated slowly in front of Er Qiangzi, frightening him so much that he fainted as soon as he rolled his eyes.

Zhang Lingchuan was stunned for a moment: "Didn't you fight upside down? Why are you so timid?"

I twitched the corner of my mouth and reminded him: "Boss, what those gangsters are most afraid of is meeting unclean things down there, and you still used that thing to scare them."

Zhang Lingchuan thought about it carefully, nodded and said, "You are right."

Then he slapped Er Qiangzi on the face and woke him up again.

Er Qiangzi was trembling with fear and cried: "Masters, please do a good job and let me go..."

"Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you the truth!"

Okay, wouldn't it be over if he had done this already?

In the middle and lower reaches of the Yellow River, there have been many large tombs of princes and nobles since the Han Dynasty, so many families of tomb robbers have also spawned.

Er Qiangzi's family has been eating a bowl of rice since his grandfather's generation.

Unlike the well-organized Tomb Raiders, Erqiangzi, a family-style tomb-robber family, usually just looks at what small tombs are around and takes the blame.

Supporting the pot, in tomb robbing lingo, means gathering people to prepare for the tomb.

"A few days ago, my brothers took a fancy to a tomb and were preparing to hold the pot. Who knew that a group of ghosts came from the Yellow River and unknowingly took away the pot!"

Another ghost?

I was thinking, couldn't it be the one named Arthur?

Er Qiangzi said that his third uncle was very angry and was killed on the spot when he had a conflict with the gang.

The remaining brothers are still lying in the hospital.

As he spoke, he shivered and took out his cell phone to show us the hospital's reminder information.

"If I hadn't been forced into a desperate situation, how could I have dared to take your ideas from you?"

"Nowadays, the tombs in this area of ​​the Yellow River are controlled by those ghost guys. Whoever dares to take the blame will be blamed."

Erqiangzi was a grown man, but he was forced to burst into tears.

He dug into his pocket helplessly: "Without money, I can't treat my brother's illness and save his life."

As he spoke, he squatted on the ground and cried very sadly.

I couldn't tell the authenticity of his words, so I had to look at Zhang Lingchuan.

He reached into his pocket and took out a stack of red bills.

"You can use the 1 yuan for emergency relief first. But don't worry about the belongings on us."

Er Qiangzi looked up at him blankly, not knowing how to react for a moment.

I hurriedly said: "Just keep it, didn't you say you are waiting for the money to save your life?"

Er Qiangzi sniffed, stood up and took the money. After thanking him repeatedly, he bent his waist and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

I looked at his figure for a long time and asked Zhang Lingchuan: "Aren't you afraid that he is a liar?"

That's 1 yuan.

Zhang Lingchuan took me back to the car and said softly: "This society is so realistic."

"No matter how capable you are, if you don't have money, you can't move forward."

"A penny can stump a heroic man!"

"Who would want to show their cowardice in front of others if they are not forced to do anything?"