"Fuck, get out of my way!"

"Hongshan, this rip-off bitch, will die a happy death."

"Give him Shen Jiang!"

"Didn't that master from Hongshan say that offering a strong man and a small flower would..."

"Yes, who caught that little bastard?"

Not far from the door of Song He's house, the noise became louder and louder.

The villagers' mouths were full of obscene words, but they still sentenced others to death without any effort.

The gangsters were filled with hatred, but Hong Shan was paralyzed in a wheelchair and could not recover, so the gang could only stand still and quarrel with the villagers.

Soon, some sharp-eyed children caught a glimpse of those pale palms near the ancestral hall.

The Long Hand will only appear at night when the Mud Dragon King comes ashore, and will never set foot in the ancestral hall.

But now...

Not only did the Long Hand appear during the day, but they also only attacked the ancestral hall.

Completely different from usual.

So he stretched out his hand and pulled the old man beside him, wanting to ask this old man who had witnessed the village's transition from prosperity to decline for advice.

The latter turned his head and looked at it, and was stunned for a moment.

Then he collapsed on the ground with a plop, not caring about the cold water on the ground.

"He's back...he's back!"

The old man's suppressed wails started to sound, but unfortunately they were soon drowned out by the curses.

——

Bang!

Earth and rocks flew everywhere.

The delicate wooden door painted with tung oil was violently pushed open, and the threshold that was as high as the calf was also destroyed.

Changshou, who originally planned to cross the high wall, found a breakthrough and turned his target to the gate.

The number increases again.

The pale palms collided with each other, and they collided hard as they passed the door frame.

Crunch——

The pale skin cracked, and dark red viscous mud slowly dripped.

When squeezed, it makes a crisp sound and oozes juice... It's just like sweet and juicy sugar cane.

Although no crazy person would think of going up and taking a bite.

"ah!!"

Perhaps because she has to see this kind of thing once a year, Xiaohua's fear of long hands is actually about the same as that of firecrackers.

Because of this, she did not lose the ability to move. Instead, she moved her legs desperately, rolling and crawling towards the altar table.

Bang!

The palms squeezed together kept shaking, and finally the shaky door frame was completely destroyed.

They swarmed into the yard, scattering in all directions regardless of the joints still stuck at the door.

Like a white dahlia blooming.

Just those trembling fingers on the edge of the petals look quite uncomfortable.

"call…"

Xiaohua cried and hid under the altar table, trembling.

She knew very well that she couldn't run to the backyard, so she could only choose a safe place to hide herself.

The front yard is about to be breached.

The girl next to the well still didn't react. She stood quietly, her green eyes staring at the iron rope on the edge of the well.

Romance dramas where the heroine abandons the hero for the safety of the majority of people are unlikely to happen here.

Hu Xiaobei's position is very clear.

She always prefers Wang Jin.

Unless the long hand rushes to the backyard and threatens the well.

Otherwise she wouldn't have even taken a step away from here.

Of course, this does not mean that Hu Xiaobei plans to give up Xiaohua just like that.

From a certain perspective, she is very similar to Wang Jin.

Have a clear enough understanding of your position and be able to make arrangements in advance for possible situations.

The professional qualities of a tuner.

By doing these two things, sacrifices can be minimized.

"call…"

The girl slowly raised her hands into palms, as if she was brewing something.

She opened her cherry mouth and took a deep breath.

Until her pretty face puffed up slightly.

Then he shouted loudly.

"Aunt Jiu! Save me!"

sand…

The door panel was knocked away.

The portrait that Hu Xiaobei posted at the beginning disappeared strangely, leaving only the blue-black shadow of the fox.

There was a faint sigh in the air, and a helpless word...

"Call me sister."

Snap.

The sound of high heels hitting the ground sounded.

An unusually tall figure appeared in the ancestral hall.

Wearing a black embroidered cheongsam, her slender white legs were exposed without hesitation, showing off the tattoos on them.

Underneath the lustrous fur shawl are incredibly delicate shoulders that make people want to kiss her.

Her long black hair was tied up high and fixed at the back of her head with a delicate hairpin.

But there are still one or two restless strands of hair hanging down gently, which happen to fall near the tear mole in the corner of the eye.

The hand holding the moiré cigarette rod gently raised and fiddled with the hair on his forehead.

The curls of green smoke made the tattoo on the jade arm more lifelike.

It is different from Hu Huo’s aggressive aesthetic that is full of modern style.

This woman moved her hands and feet with a maturity and charm that did not belong to this era.

"Hey...isn't that boy here?"

"I originally wanted to take good care of him."

The woman deliberately added an accent to the word "care" and then looked around, as if she was looking for someone who was a popular gossip in Qingqiu.

"Aunt Jiu, I still have your secret in my hand."

Hu Xiaobei's somewhat resentful voice came from the backyard.

Her hearing has always been quite good.

"What a shame."

The woman shook her head regretfully, but said nothing more.

She looked around and took stock of the situation.

When he saw the tablet, he was slightly startled, with a look of surprise on his face.

"It's this village...then..."

She gently opened her mouth and held the cigarette rod in her mouth, taking a puff.

Then his red lips opened slightly and he exhaled slowly.

The fog is thick.
To be continued...