Chapter 386: Lao Ninth (2)

"This..." The village chief looked at them hesitantly, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

"By the way, village chief, this is today's hospitality fee, you can collect it first." He took out a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and shook it in front of the village chief's eyes.

"Ah... I didn't mean that. You misunderstood." The village chief said repeatedly: "I mean Lao Jiu's house is extremely dirty and messy, not much better than a pigpen. I will drag Lao Jiu over to you now." The village chief said as he smiled and took the hundred-dollar bill. The muscles on his face shrank together, looking like a gorilla's face.

"Let's go there in person." Yin Hui was unwilling to wait for more and took the initiative to make this request.

"Then... well, since you guys want to go there in person, I will accompany you. Gou Zuozi, clean up the place and go to Cuihua's house to bring me the new quilt from his house. Tell him that we won't use him in vain. By the way, you haven't eaten yet, Gou Zuozi, don't forget to let your aunt cook two dishes and welcome him to the crowd."

"No need for the village chief." He waved his hand: "Just prepare the bed, we have eaten in the car."

"Then... OK." The village chief nodded, glanced at Gou Shengzi who was still standing there stupidly, and cursed: "Why don't you go quickly, wait for me to scold you."

Gou Shengzi nodded repeatedly and then took big steps away.

The village chief took a flashlight from the table and walked in front. When they opened the iron door, they noticed that it was already dark outside, but they could barely see the road.

There was no one on this dirty street in the village. Many people's lights were turned off, and only two or three were still on.

It's not yet seven o'clock, why are so many people going to bed? He felt a little strange, but he didn't ask much, so he walked obediently behind the village chief. Single sword phoenix, ghost shadow and skeleton followed closely behind, staring at both sides of the street with curious eyes. It was obvious that they were also curious why the people here slept so early.

"Haha, that's ahead." The village chief might think that having nothing to say along the way would make them feel suspicious of neglecting the guests, so he said nothing. However, except for Yin Hun's faint answer, no one answered.

They stopped when they walked to the penultimate house on the other side of the village. Yin Hui looked at the building that looked like a dilapidated temple and sighed in his heart, but he didn't expect that there were people living in such a dilapidated place.

Only a few tiles on the roof remained on it. A large hole was cracked in many places, and even the walls on both sides collapsed, with a faint light coming out of the hole. It seemed that the people inside should be using candles for lighting.

"Lao Jiu, open the door quickly, Lao Jiu." The village chief walked to the door and knocked on the terrible wooden door.

It took a long time to hear a slight but rapid footsteps, and a hoarse and dry voice spoke, "Here's here."

Soon, the door was opened with a squeaking face, wearing a dirty set of patched clothes, so dirty that it could not tell the original color of the clothes.

"Lao Jiu, why are you still lighting the lights now?" The village chief seemed very dissatisfied with Lao Jiu: "Don't you know that the candles in the temple are in short supply these days? It's enough for you to see the temple here to be worthy of you, and you are actually wasting things in the temple at will."

"Just a few candles." Lao Jiu said a few words in his throat. Without looking at a few people, he turned around and walked to the shabby wooden bed. The quilt sheets on it were also dirty and messy. It didn't take long to wash it, and it emitted the same strange smell as his body.

The only piece of furniture outside the bed in the temple was the Eight Immortals table placed on the door and an incense burner placed on the Eight Immortals table. The incense burner was deserted and dull, and the incense ash also showed signs of solidification. It seemed that no one had come to burn incense for a while.

There were dry weeds everywhere, and the other end of the temple was his toilet. The smell of feces and urine came to his nose, making Dan Daofeng cough twice.

The village chief is right, saying that this is a pigpen is really a compliment to Lao Jiu.

"Hey, Lao Jiu, didn't you see any guests coming? Why didn't you even say hello? Do you believe it or not, I withdrew my seat to see the temple and let you starve to death on the street?" the village chief cursed angrily.

"If you can find someone to take over the temple, I will be too lazy to live here." Lao Jiu replied without hesitation, with a strong temperament that his uncle could tolerate his aunt.

"You... OK, wait." The village chief cursed angrily: "I will find someone to replace you tomorrow. But today I don't know you well, so you have the best attitude."

After the village chief finished speaking, he turned his face with an apology on his face and apologized to Yin Hui and others: "Haha, I'm sorry, this old ninth has never seen the world and doesn't know how to get along with others. Please forgive me."

"Well, we will." Yin Hui nodded, not caring about the dirty smell entering her nostrils. He frowned and looked at the guy sitting on the bed and asked, "Have you ever been to the Han tomb group in Zhangzhai Village?"

When the Han tomb group was mentioned, Lao Jiu's eyes immediately shot over like a pig-killing knife. He stared at Yin Hui and asked fiercely for a long time: "What are you asking about this?"

"What are you doing?" Yin Hui smiled bitterly. This guy was too sensitive: "I just wanted to go to Zhangzhai Village to investigate something."

"Investigate something?" Lao Jiu immediately jumped out of the bed: "Don't investigate, you will die if you investigate."

Only then did the few people realize that Lao Jiu really knew something, and they all walked in from outside, and actually forgot the oncoming stench.

The village chief lingered at the door for a while, hesitating whether to come in. Finally, his hand accidentally touched the hundred-dollar bill he had put in his pocket. He gritted his teeth and followed him in.

"What do you know? Tell me quickly?" The ghost flashed and came to Lao Jiu's side. The bright knife in his hand reflected the light from the candle, shooting around.

"Why tell you?" Lao Jiu was not afraid of the ghost's speed and the dagger that was crossing his neck, and sneered: "This is how you treat others?"

"Lao Jiu, you dead kid, if you have anything to do, hurry up and tell them, if you do this, I'm really rude to you."

"Oh? You're welcome? How can you be rude?" Lao Jiu smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I'm just a person who's full and the whole family is not hungry. You took away my fields and occupied my house. How can you be rude to me? Kill me?" He sneered, and his hoarse and dry voice actually made the sound of ghosts crying and howling in the Japanese horror movies in the line.

"You...you...don't spit out a person's mouth. Dogs can't spit out ivory. Don't talk nonsense. I'll go to the Public Security Bureau tomorrow to sue you."

"Shut up." The skeleton glared at the village chief and focused his eyes on Lao Jiu. They were unwilling to waste too much time because of the village chief.

"Tell us, what's going on? Why do we die if we investigate something?"

"The secret of heaven cannot be revealed." Lao Jiu shook his head, his face twisted violently, and he looked very painful: "Forget it, it's time to finish it. I'll go with you tomorrow and settle it with Zhangzhai Village."

Ghost Shadow and Yin Hui and others collided with each other. After discussing for a while, they all nodded: "Okay, then we'll pick you up tomorrow."

The ghost put away the dagger, then took a big stance and walked out.

The village chief watched the few people slowly leaving with compliment, his face full of horror. The skeleton's scolding at him just now did make him feel scared.

"Lao Jiu, you'd better be careful." Seeing that several guests had left, the village chief glared at Lao Jiu with a fierce look and hurriedly chased after him.

"Be careful? It's not me who should be careful." Lao Jiu was very calm, not arrogant or impatient, just as if he was 100% sure to say this sentence.

"Bah." The village chief cursed disregardlessly. In his eyes, Lao Jiu was a dog who was living under someone else's roof. He could manage whatever he wanted and beat him as much as he wanted. Today, someone scolded him for the sake of this dog, so he would never allow the dog to survive, because in that case, sooner or later, the dog would ride on his head and shit.

As the head of a village, he understands the sinisterness of the officialdom. Although he only has elementary school education, he has also read a lot of online official novels, which have many things worth learning from. Many leaders' intrigues and elimination of enemies before they succeed are learned from it.

The reason why he was able to be the village chief for so many years without being replaced by others is because of his experience in officialdom and the many knowledge he learned from novels.

Of course, what he didn't know was that the online novel he saw was actually the result of a primary school student occasionally graffitiing a few bad sentences when he was bored.

When he walked back to the guesthouse, the four of them had already been lying on the bed. Seeing that they were all wiping their weapons with them, the village chief was a little scared. After he simply said hello to them, he said goodbye. Before leaving, he did not forget to look at the quilt on their bed and confirmed that it was the new quilt from the Cuihua family. Then he turned around and walked out, and closed the big iron gate.

He quietly came to Cuihua's house, knocked on the door, and shouted softly: "Uncle, I borrowed your quilt today. I'm here to send you the borrowing fee."

"Oh, village chief." A woman's voice came from inside, sharp and tender: "His uncle is not at home, so there is no need for this loan fee."

After saying that, the door was gently pushed open. Aunt Cuihua was wearing a small red bellyband and stood at the door.

Seeing this, the village chief immediately became sexually aroused. He looked around and confirmed that no one noticed him. He rushed up like a tiger, hugged Aunt Cuihua's body tightly, and overwhelmed the bed: "Since there is no need to borrow money, I will borrow it to you."

"Well, I want...I want...I want...Hurry...Give it to me." Aunt Cuihua is also a person who knows what a man needs at this time. She also try to support her with her body.

The two of them quickly collided with lightning, and Aunt Cuihua's voice was even more amazing.

Two naked bodies rolled around on the bed, like two snakes. Under the moonlight, they actually emitted a holy light... although the two did not look holy at this moment.

Everything was quiet, and the night was already deep, but Yin Hui was not sleepy at all. He got up from the bed, sat on the bed, smoked a cigarette.

"Isn't you sleeping?" Shandao Feng said in a cold voice.

"Ah? You are the same." Yin Hui turned his head and looked at Shan Daofeng and said with a smile.

"yes."

"The night is long and I have no intention of sleeping. I think I am the only one who can't sleep. I didn't expect you, girl...hahahaha!"

Yin Hui borrowed the line from Stephen Chow to pick up girls on the big talk of the American Journey, and originally wanted to show off his humorous cell, but unexpectedly, Dan Daofeng glared at her with contempt: "Bored."

It seems that this single sword Feng has never watched the American Journey. But he seems to be looking forward to knowing what the spectacular scene of the single sword Feng was when he watched the American Journey. Will she laugh? What would it look like if she smiled?

"You two go to bed, I'll listen to the movement outside." The ghost also got up from the bed and said.

"No need." Yin Hui shook his head: "I can't sleep anyway, so you should go to bed first. You have to drive tomorrow."

"Can you hear any storm outside?" The ghost glared at him and said, "I can."

"Okay." He shrugged helplessly: "I just can't sleep. Can I sit for a while?"

"No." Ghost said without hesitation.

"Why?"

"I hate your voice."

"Hate my voice? Why?" Yin Hui was a little unhappy because he didn't like others to transfer other topics to himself.

"Because your voice will divert my attention, and then I will be a clone." He explained coldly.

"Okay then." Yin Hui said with a smile: "I won't speak, this is OK."

"No, you have to lie down and sleep." The ghost was not ready to give him any room for maneuver.

"Why? What do you mean?" He stared at the ghost in anger: "Are you looking for trouble?"

"Yes!" To Yin Hui's surprise, he didn't seem to excuse himself at all.

"Is there any other problem?" The ghost wiping the shaky dagger in his hand while casting a strange and fierce look.

"Forget it, I'd better sleep well." Yin Hui shrugged helplessly: "Stop being considered by someone to be his imaginary enemy."

He was actually not sleepy, and he couldn't sleep, because Dan Daofeng slept next to him. Although she didn't spray perfume on her body, he could still smell the faint smell of a woman's body scent clearly and truly.

He didn't know what happened to women and why he had that strong milky smell on his body, but he was not going to pursue it because he was not a biologist and could not study such profound biological problems.

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When he opened his eyes again, he realized that it was already bright. A beam of sunlight shone through the crack of the big iron door, which happened to hit his face. His eyelids moved, then stretched and stood up from the bed, haha, looking at the ghost sitting on the bed like a sculpture, and asked, "Did you hear anything last night?"

The ghost shook his head: "No?"

"Did you not hear it, or did you say there was no tiger's voice?"

"No." He still answered these two words briefly, then knocked on the two daggers in his hand hard, making a crisp sound: "Get up quickly, we're going to set off."
To be continued...