Metaphysics boss dressed as a green tea widow

On the top of Quanyang Mountain, in the shade.

A few Qing nailed a fence next to the big tree they hugged each other, while the rest of them sat cross-legged next to a nearby stone tablet, holding a few pieces of paper and chanting.

A few people standing in the gazebo in the middle of the field looked at the busy villagers with smiles on their faces.They have been raising this blessed land for so many years, no matter how much they paid, it is finally coming to fruition!

"After today, we will be on the verge of prosperity!" said the old man in the gray cloth shirt.

Another old man cheerfully stroked his beard: "I specially asked that kid Ruihan to repeat his studies for a year. He might be a famous college student next year!"

"Hey, you still have a plan, old Zhou! I didn't think of this, and I also want to have a famous college student in my family!"

"Come on, that kid in your family is almost 25, and you can keep it until next year! Hahahaha..."

After a burst of laughter, an old man with a hunched waist said bitterly: "That Lu man has always looked down on us, I want to see what happens to him!"

The old man in the blue and gray cloth shirt comforted: "The real dragon's lair has been formed, and he won't live for a few more days. Why don't you just forget your one-month subsidy, you old bastard is quite vengeful!"

"Hmph, he deserves to die, who made him not have such a blessed life!"

The people around laughed again, as if Lu Qingwen, who had been helping them all this time, was just a cat and a dog, and he died as soon as he died.

The Taoist sitting in the middle with his eyes closed asked, "Why hasn't the man come yet?"

The old man in the gray cloth shirt frowned: "Half an hour ago, the people from the villa called to say that Lu Qingwen had gone up the mountain. It stands to reason that he should have arrived at the place where Xiao Zhou and the others were guarding."

"Call Wenhua and ask, be sure to bring Lu Qingwen up the mountain." The Taoist said coldly.

The old man quickly took out his mobile phone, but no one answered the phone after several calls. His heart skipped a beat, and he looked at the nearest old man.

"Will something happen to Xiao Zhou, right?" The two were a little worried, they knew that if they were caught doing these things, none of the people present would end well.Although all these years have been going smoothly and no one has noticed any abnormalities, they still have a guilty conscience and are worried all day long.

"Yongfeng, do you want to find someone to go down and have a look..." The old man looked at the middle-aged Taoist cautiously.

The Taoist turned his head, frowned and said impatiently: "You can't do this little thing well, what use are you for! This year's sacrifice is not smooth, if you can't find Lu Qingwen, don't talk about digging the dragon's lair. Whether or not the blessed land can be preserved is a question."

Everyone present stopped their movements when they heard this, and looked at the Taoist priest's expression full of fear.

How much painstaking efforts did their village put into raising this dragon's lair, and even... even killed several people against their conscience, and now tell them that they can't keep it? !

"Then, what should I do, I'll go down and look for him right now? Or, let the people from the villa bring a few more people up?" The old man panicked, they couldn't afford the consequences!

The middle-aged Taoist priest took a deep breath, his eyes turned cold, he sized up the old men, and said with a chuckle: "Do you think there is still time? It is not impossible to keep this blessed land, but it takes a little effort. For the sake of the future of our village, I think you should be willing to sacrifice, right?"

"Of course, I will never hurt our own family unless it is absolutely necessary. Even if Lu Qingwen can't come, I think you should be able to find a few more people, right?"

Several elderly people have been frightened to the point of stiffness. Although their average age is over 75 years old, they are better off alive than dead. Besides, after so many years of hard work, good times are coming soon. Who would be willing to die.

"Okay, okay, I'll let people go down to find someone, and I'm sure we can solve this matter before the sacrifice begins." The old man in the gray cloth shirt walked out of the gazebo tremblingly, and walked towards the young people who were nailing the wooden fence .

"Yongfeng, nothing will happen to our real dragon's lair, right?" Someone asked in a low voice.

The Taoist snorted coldly: "Don't worry, with me here, nothing will go wrong."

After speaking, he glanced lightly at everyone present, and closed his eyes again.

"Okay, okay, you are the most capable in our Gongfan Village, leading the whole village to prosperity, Yongfeng, you are the saint of our village!" The old man smiled all over his face.

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from under the big tree, and then the young men fell straight on the ground without making any movement. The two people who were a little further away were shocked when they saw this Hurry up and run over, seeing his companion on the ground, he panicked and shouted: "Uncle Yongfeng, help, help!"

"What's the matter?" Everyone gathered around, the Taoist's eyelids twitched, and he walked over quickly.

After seeing the situation of the few people on the ground clearly, everyone's hairs stood on end, and their faces were full of horror.

The people lying on the ground were shriveled like corpses that had been dried for several years. What was terrifying was that their eyeballs were still rolling. Although they couldn't make a sound, their distorted expressions could still make the people around them feel the pain.

"My grandson! Yongfeng, what's going on, save him, save people!"

The Taoist said with a gloomy face: "The formation is activated in advance, and you can't find anyone else. It will naturally draw its vitality from the nearest people. Quickly, move them away and pull that thing over!"

The others immediately dragged the person aside, and then dragged a bag from behind the gazebo.Something was struggling and wriggling in the pocket, and when the bag was opened, there was an unrecognizable person inside.

If Du Xiangwen was here, he would definitely recognize that the bloodstained man was his younger brother Du Hongji.

Du Hongji was tied up, stuffed in his mouth, and wrapped with tape several times, he was half dead.After being released, he saw the people surrounding him, and immediately shrank back in fear, but he just shrank into the open space surrounded by the fence behind him.

The Taoist pushed the fence door, looked indifferently at the dazed Du Hongji, and sneered at the villagers around him who were facing a formidable enemy: "The little thing I have been raising for several years, it is all in vain if you delay it. Already!"

After speaking, he looked at Du Hongji who was surrounded by the big tree with some distress.

Du Hongji looked at this fancy-dressed Taoist priest in horror.

The two stared at each other, the surroundings were so quiet that only the whistling wind was left.

……

"Woohoo!!" Du Hongji was furious. These crazy people beat him up like this and carried him up the mountain just to put him in the fence like an animal to watch? !

One by one, all of them are mentally ill! !

The Taoist was a little puzzled, he walked around the fence, and muttered to himself: "It shouldn't be, this... shouldn't be, what's going on..."

He tried to activate the formation to swallow the thing in Du Hongji's body, but the fluctuations that were on the verge of bursting completely disappeared, as if they had never existed.

The Taoist's face turned pale, and his heart beat suddenly. Upon seeing this, others hurriedly asked, "Uncle Yongfeng, what happened?"

"It's okay, it's okay." The Taoist shook his head slightly, he was very calm on the surface, but his heart was overwhelming, what was going on, how could it be like this, wasn't he still fine just now!

He cast his eyes on Du Hongji, and a gleam of hope rose in his heart. Maybe it was because the thing he raised was too evil that he was rejected by the real dragon's cave?

"Move those people here just now!" Since Zhenlongxue chose those people just now, let's use them to fill in the mistakes that Gongfan Village made this time. Anyway, they are living and suffering.

No matter what price you pay, even... if you send all these people away, you must keep the real dragon's lair!

"Yongfeng, are you crazy? They are from our village!" The villagers naturally knew what the Taoist meant. None of the things thrown into them in the past, whether they were humans or animals, survived.

The Taoist glanced back and asked, "Do you think they can survive? Do you want to protect these people who are destined to die, or protect the prosperity and wealth of our village for the next dozen generations? You choose."

Everyone was silent, and they could tell that those young people couldn't survive at all, but they were children from the village, they couldn't do anything, let alone two of the young people's relatives were here, who could tell? He could tolerate his own grandson and son being thrown in as a sacrifice!

"My grandson can't die, can't die! Whoever dares to touch him, kill me, the old man!" Sure enough, the old man who just cried for the Taoist priest to save his grandson was the first to quit, and he threw himself on his grandson , Take out your phone and make a call.

Everyone didn't know whether he wanted to call the police or an ambulance, but no matter what it was, they couldn't let the old man make this call.Several sturdy middle-aged men came up and snatched the old man's mobile phone and dragged him aside.

The shriveled youths were dragged back in despair. They stared at the Taoist with what little energy they had left, their eyes were full of hatred.

"It's your luck to die in the false dragon's lair." The Taoist didn't care at all, not to mention a few grieving ghosts, the real dragon's lair is [-]%, and even a century-old ghost can't touch him.

1 minutes, 2 minutes.

Several young people were about to swallow their last breath, but there was still no movement around them.

In a hurry, the Taoist walked in, slapped around the big tree, and hit the root of the tree with his last fist, almost tearing apart.What about his real dragon's lair, why is his real dragon's lair gone!

What the hell is going on, he succeeded in obviously missing the last step, why is this happening!

"That's right here. They are blatantly kidnapping and killing people. They don't pay attention to the law at all. Don't let them go!" The sudden voice behind them startled everyone. people rushed up.

"Woooooo!!" Du Hongji looked at Du Lixuan who came up together, tears streaming down his face, and he wanted to cry out of grievance, but with something stuffed in his mouth, he could only make a sound to show that he was still alive.

"It's over." The villagers looked at the mad and unresponsive Taoist priest, and then at the well-equipped police, and they were suddenly desperate.

So the police caught up and solved a vile murder case without any effort.

The Taoist priest in cassock suddenly came to his senses when he was captured, and tried to resist. Ning Sishao stood in front of him clutching the thing he took from Du Hongji's body. strength.

The Taoist looked at the delicate-looking young man in front of him, and immediately understood, with a ferocious expression, he said: "It's you, so it's you!"

Ning Sishao smiled at him: "Yes, it's me, aren't you surprised?"

The Taoist spat out a mouthful of blood and almost fainted.

"Don't rush to faint, I still have something good to give you." As he spoke, he raised up the gray light ball in his hand, in which there was a faint snake shadow writhing, "Since you raised it, then you Just take it with you and make contact with each other, don’t thank me.”

The Taoist was terrified, but before he could yell out, Ning Sishao patted the ball of light into his body.

Everyone saw that Ning Sishao nimbly subdued the suspect who was about to escape, and then patted him lightly. The suspect fell to the ground curled up and screamed loudly as if he had been electrocuted.

"I didn't use any strength." Ning Sishao said to the policeman who came over with an innocent face.

The policeman nodded: "It's probably a fake."

He could have seen it all, the little brother's two slaps probably wouldn't kill a fly, the old guy pretended to be pretty good, he didn't want to be an actor with this acting skills, he insisted on being a magic stick, and made such a big fuss The murder case, the brain is sick!

The author says:

dbq had another busy day yesterday, and there will be red envelopes in the comment section tomorrow, so what!