Chapter 1157: : He doesn't like sleeping dead

Old Man Wang is the old village head of Xiliang Village, and his ancestors have lived here for more than a dozen lifetimes.
Also suffered more than ten lifetimes.
But the ancestors must have never imagined that the children and grandchildren will win a good life when the sunset is red.
As early as the last century, the state built roads and connected electricity to Xiliang Village, which bridged the gap between them and the outside world.
In the past few years, we have found a better place to live for them, making the villagers the envy of the city.
Unlike the children and grandchildren who think that life should be like this, the old man Wang has survived hard times.
It's like, he has a deep affection for this mountain village that is about to disappear completely.
On the other side of the mountain, his ancestors slept here.
June 14th is the anniversary of Wang Laohan's father.
Every year today, he would go to his parents’ graves to talk to them at dawn.
The house is short and trivial.
He knew that the old people over there liked to listen to this.
If you let your grandchildren come over, talk about how to play games, how to become a celebrity fan-I believe the old people will definitely be confused.
This is also true this year.
At just seven o'clock in the morning, he told his parents everything he had to say.
"Oh, I should go back now. I will visit your second elder on October 1st of the lunar calendar and bring a box of good cigarettes and a bottle of good wine."
Patting the dirt on his knees, the old man Wang sighed lowly, arched his hands in a handful of loess, and solemnly sprinkled it on the grave before turning around and walking out of the cypress forest.
Feng Shui on the mountain side is very good.
If it is not good, how can the villagers of Xiliang Village have a good life now?
The good feng shui of the ancestral tomb is related to the future life of all the villagers in Xiliang Village.
As early as the relocation, Old Man Wang had heard that the state would move these old tombs away.
He was thinking about what to do to get the country to agree to keep this land of ancestral graves.
Even if he died later, was burned to ashes, put it in a small box that was obnoxious, and put it in a checkered shelf, he was willing.
"what!"
When the old man Wang turned his head, looking at this lush "land of dragons", and thinking about how to keep the ancestral tomb from being moved, a scream came from the signal tower above his back.
It should be a scream from a girl.
The old man Wang, who was nearly seventy years old but still not dazzling and not deaf, could hear clearly.
And based on his rich life experience, from this scream, the girl's heart is extremely panic.
Regardless of how old Wang is old, he still maintains a brave heart that sees uneven roads and draws his sword to help. He immediately discarded the matter of how to keep the ancestral grave, turned around with a loud shout, and rushed to the mountain: "Who, dare Run wild in Xiliang Village!?"
Going out is Xiliang Mountain. The old man Wang, who has lived here for seventy years, can walk back and forth on the mountain with his eyes closed.
It’s just a pity, until now, he hasn’t counted how many messy rocks under Xiliang Mountain----
As a result, as soon as he turned around and threw himself out, a hungry tiger threw himself for food, and fell to the ground with a loud sound, and his forehead hit another stone.
As a result, the world is quiet.
There was no girl's scream, no one dared to shout wildly here, even the birds in the Xiliang Mountain closed their mouths, only the south wind blowing slowly from afar.
I don't know how long it took before Old Man Wang woke up quietly.
It is old after all.
No longer like when he was young, his forehead was knocked on the stone, and the storage could smash the stone, but he jumped up without any trouble, moved on, and moved forward.
However, even if the old man Wang is no longer young and the bag on his forehead is large, his thinking still remains as clear as he should be.
As soon as I got up, I remembered the scream when I fell.
"Who dare to be wild in Xiliang Village!"
Old man Wang yelled again, took a fist-sized stone and rushed into the path diagonally.
The birds in the sky, the weeds on both sides of the path, and the ancestors in the cypress forest behind them are all watching the old man Wang silently, breathing heavily from the back.
Xiliang Mountain is difficult to climb to the blue sky.
But no matter how difficult the mountain road is, no matter how long your life is, as long as you keep running forward, there will be the moment when you come to the end.
The old man Wang appeared on the top of the hill under the signal tower, and then he saw two girls.
A girl in a man's outfit-if it weren't for hair full, Old Man Wang would not have thought it was a girl.
There was bright red blood on the girl's hands and on the ground.
"What, what?"
The old man Wang, who didn't see the villain, was taken aback and looked at the girl in plain white sportswear.
Old man Wang was nearly seventy years old, but when he saw the girl in white, he couldn't move as if he had been struck by lightning.
He had never seen such a beautiful girl.
It is estimated that I would never see such a beautiful girl after he died.
Yang Xiao hid his left hand behind Zhanxingshen, his fingers flicked, the knife disappeared, and he could be regarded as letting go of the old man Wang who stepped into the gate of the ghost.
She really didn't expect that there would be someone behind Shanyin when she "plasticized" Zhanxing God.
If Old Man Wang was a young man, he would definitely have an inexplicable knife in his throat at this moment.
Then, with an inexplicable expression, he sleeps here forever.
"Uncle, I and my companion accidentally fell and broke my nose."
Yang Xiao said with a trembling voice pretending to be scared, "Excuse me, you go to the village and call for help, will you carry her down?"
"You, are you here to tour the mountains?"
The old man Wang blinked his eyes and probed his head, trying to see God Zhanxing who was held in his arms by Yang Xiao.
Of course Yang Xiao wouldn't let him see the face of Zhanxing God, pretending to be eager to cry: "Well, we are here to travel the mountain, who knew there would be so many rocks on this mountain."
"Yes, Xiliang Mountain has a lot of stones, that is, there are many stones."
The old man Wang raised his hand with deep feeling, and when he wiped the big bag on his forehead, he nodded: "Girl, wait here, I'll call someone right away-oh, I should have a mobile phone. Coming."
The granddaughter has an old man like Yang Xiaoda. Of course, she doesn't just stare at others because of their beauty.
Saving people is important.
In the sound of sigh, the old man Wang has already gone like wind.
Half an hour later, Old Man Wang took his tenant at the east end of the village, and the two young men who were off work today, ran up the hill first: "Hurry, hurry-where are the two children?"
The two children are already in the small courtyard rented by Yang Xiao.
Yang Xiao, who had changed his clothes, was putting a bandage on Zhanxingshen's face.
Zhanxingshen was still in a coma, lying on the king's "dragon couch" naked, motionless, letting her toss.
When Yang Xiao bandaged Zhanxingshen's head like a mummy, the door was gently pushed open.
In fact, Li Muchen wanted to kick the door open, then rushed in with a hissing scream, and Yang Xiao, who should have been cruelly shot by her, twisted her beautiful head behind her back.
When you are not in despair, you can't experience the affection of sisters.
Li Muchen didn't hear the screams of Zhanxing God's knife, or even the sound of the King carrying the Star God, falling down like leaves from the back wall, but she smelled a clear breath.
Although she has the poison of "beautiful twilight" in her body, her facial features have not failed.
When she raised her head with difficulty and looked out the window, she happened to see Wang Shang as if carrying a sack, carrying the unrelenting Zhanxing God, and quickly walked towards the North House.
The blood dripped from the forehead of God Zhanxing who was hanging upside down on Yang Xiao's back, and it was so shocking when it dripped on the ground.
Li Muchen thought that the Star God was already dead.
Zhanxingshen was already dead, so she was left to live alone and suffer the torture of the king.
When I suffer, I don’t even have a companion, which is boring.
It would be better to die together and fall down.
After a full half an hour, Li Muchen finally climbed to the door of the North House and pushed the door open with the last trace of strength.
Yang Xiao didn't even look at her, still doing his own thing.
However, she could clearly feel that two eyes sharper than a knife were staring at her bitterly.
It's a pity that the eyes sharper than a knife can only be eyesight, not a knife.
Therefore, no matter how sharp Li Muchen's eyes were staring at her, he couldn't cause Yang Xiao any substantial harm.
What's more, she is not afraid of Li Muchen at all.
Picking up a piece of gauze and wiping the blood and ointment on his hands, Yang Xiao looked at the door.
When his eyes met, Yang Xiao made no secret of his disgust towards Li Muchen.
Li Muchen obviously wanted to kill Wang Shang ten thousand times with her eyes, but she only persisted for less than ten seconds, then she lay on the threshold with pain in her eyes, and said in a dumb voice: "Wang, Lord, you also kill me. Got it."
"Dead people can't do things for me."
Yang Xiao walked to the door, stretched his feet under Li Muchen's ribs, seemingly easy to pick-Li Muchen, who is more than 1.73 meters tall and weighs more than 100 kilograms, is like a weightless puppet. , Flew out, and landed heavily in the yard.
She threw her, and even the heartbeat seemed to stop.
After a long time, Li Muchen slowly opened his eyes and saw that Wang Shang had changed into a pink dress.
No matter how much Li Muchen hates Yang Xiao, he has to admit that the king of women's clothing is definitely the number one beauty in the world.
The first beauty is answering the phone.
Under Li Muchen's resentful eyes again, Yang Xiaoxiu frowned slightly and cursed in an unusually harsh voice: "A bunch of waste."
Without waiting for someone over there to say anything, Yang Xiao ended the call, and then looked at Li Muchen: "I tell you a good news. The trash from the hungry ghost road, while escorting the three hundred pure virgins back to the valley, was attacked by the authorities. Raid. Thirty-seven people were wiped out."
"Heh, hehe, this is really good news."
Li Muchen stunned, and laughed hoarsely: "How I hope that those people can follow the vine and get rid of all the people who are hungry ghosts outside. It's best, yes, yes, ha ha."
"You can find me, right?"
Yang Xiao smiled and rolled his eyes and said faintly: "Don't dream. Hugh said that they can't find me. Even if they find me, they are not much worse than dealing with Lord Yan. On the contrary, you should consider what you can receive. Kind of punishment."
"If you can trample me to death now, I will be grateful for your great kindness under Jiuquan."
"Why am I willing to trample you to death? You are so beautiful."
Yang Xiao's mood suddenly improved, and he squatted down in front of her. Chun Cong raised her chin with his fingers, and said softly: "I can restore your original appearance. But you have to do something for me."
"My lord, I, I can die for you!"
Li Muchen was stunned, then said excitedly.
Yang Xiao tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "That scumbag, I definitely don't like sleeping dead."
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