As he spoke, he pulled off the black beads from Wang Han's neck.

I found the mobile phone in Wang Han's pocket, weighed it and threw it away, "What a crappy copycat phone! I don't want any dogs!"

I took out my wallet and shook it. It only contained more than 200 yuan in cash and many bank cards, but none of them had passwords.

"Damn it!" The little man took out the bank card and several remittance slips and threw them away.

"Dead? What a damn unlucky person! You can't use any of these bank cards!" the little man cursed.

A man holding a gun behind said, "A bank card with a copycat machine must not have any money in it! Those cards that are not in good condition are used to lend money to each other."

"Too!"

The little man stood up, drew his gun and pointed at the heads of Dorje and Gesang.

Kelsang and his son were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and Dorje burst into tears. Kelsang begged, "Don't kill my son! Please, just kill me. Can you please don't kill my son?"

The little man said with a smile, "Close your eyes, just think about it. You are so poor and there is no point in living. It is better to die early and try your luck when you are reincarnated. In case you are a rich second generation in the next life and are robbed by us again."

At that time, I can still use money to buy your lives!"

Behind, on the pickup truck, with the back door open, a middle-aged man held a knife in his left hand and meat in his right hand, skillfully cutting and eating the meat.

The breeze was blowing, and several bills were rolling on the ground.

The middle-aged man stepped on the order.

I bent down and picked it up. When I picked it up and looked at it, I found that it was a remittance note to a poor mountainous area.

The middle-aged man got out of the car and said, "Hey! Give the things back!"

The little man was stunned for a moment and turned back to look at the middle-aged man, "Boss, we didn't get much benefit from our visit this time. We finally encountered a few, why don't we get some blood?"

"Give them back the things." the middle-aged man said again.

The little man was still a little reluctant.

"Boss, we..."

The middle-aged man stepped forward and cut off the little man's ear. He held the little man's head in his big hands and pressed his lips against the bleeding ear.

"I said, give them back the stuff!"

The little man's face was twisted in pain, but he didn't dare to refute anymore. He obediently returned the things to Gesang and stuffed Wang Han's things back.

The middle-aged man stuffed several remittance orders into Wang Han's arms.

Wang Han smiled at Wang Han, who had no heartbeat, and said, "Good people don't live long. They have done so many good things and died so young. Remember to be a bad guy in the next life. I was going to spare your life, but if you die, I will let you go."

If you kill them, your life will be exchanged for both of theirs."

The man stood up and patted Gesang's shoulder heavily.

Several people got into the car and the car drove away.

Gesang and Dorje, the father and son, hugged each other and cried loudly after surviving the disaster.

After a while, Duoji wiped away his tears and said, "Abba, we are alive only because of Uncle Wang Han. Do you remember that Master Dele said that Uncle Wang Han may be the one who brought the disaster, or he may be the one who caused us

The savior who turned disaster into good fortune, now it seems that Uncle Wang is a good person."

Gesang nodded heavily, "If it weren't for brother Wang Han today, we would be dead!"

"Abba, Uncle Wang Han is dead now, what should we do? Should we bury him in the sky?"

"Let's bury him in the ground. He is a Han Chinese and also our benefactor."

The father and son didn't know Feng Shui, so they found a place that looked good, dug out a hole with rocks, and carried Wang Han into it.

After covering it with soil, in order to prevent animals from digging it up, a particularly delicate grave bag was built with stones.

After everything was completed, the father and son were exhausted and sweating profusely.

Gesang pulled Dorje and said, "With the Han people gone, I don't know how to recite sutras, so I just recite a section of Tibetan sutras. Brother Wang, don't be offended."

Cleared his throat.

Gesang opened his voice and chanted sutras to Wang Han.

I don't know how long it took.

The grave bag suddenly moved.

Duoji shivered in shock.

"Abba! The grave is moving!"

Gesang opened his eyes and said, "You kid, what are you talking about?"

Duoji stood up and pointed at the tomb bag, "Abba, I really saw it right, the tomb really moved just now!"

When Gesang raised his hand and was about to hit his son.

Grave bag agitation.

Gesang was so frightened that the 19-meter-tall man jumped up from the ground.

Protecting his son behind him, he picked up a stone from the ground and looked at the grave bag nervously.

Graveyard agitation.

Accompanied by a crash.

The stone graves built up were scattered all over the ground.

A hand emerged from the soil.

Grabbing the air.

The soil cracked.

Wang Han sat up from it.

He patted the dirt on his body and spit out the dirt in his mouth.

Kelsang and his son were so frightened that they hugged each other and then fell back.

Wang Han sucked his cheeks, secreted saliva, and spat out the dirt in his mouth.

He turned his head and looked at the panicked Gesang father and son.
Chapter completed!