Chapter 74 Drama
Lu Yuan squatted in the grass, disturbed by night mosquitoes flying around him.
He didn't dare to take pictures, but secretly regretted not wearing a pair of trousers.
When Lu Xinghua and the others finished talking and walked forward, he hurriedly emerged from the grass.
Followed behind the three of them not too far or too close.
The dirt road in the countryside is made of yellow mud mixed with some gravel. The footsteps are very light on the long road, and they are not afraid of attracting the attention of the three people.
With Lu Yuan's current reaction speed, even if Lu Xinghua and the others suddenly turned around, he was confident that they could hide in the grass next to them in time.
Lu Yuan followed Lu Xinghua and the others until they reached a car in front.
The three people seemed to have taken some wooden sticks, wrenches and the like from the car, and then walked towards the lighted house in the distance.
Lu Yuan looked at his father, Lu Xinghua, looking like a gangster on TV, carrying a steel pipe and leading his two younger brothers in a hurry.
I found it novel and wanted to laugh, and even wanted to take a photo with my phone.
Another burst of inexplicable sadness emerged for no reason.
Dad has never been forced to do this.
After only two or three minutes of walking, Lu Xinghua and the others walked to the house.
Lu Yuan stopped under a wild pomelo tree about twenty meters away, took out the mobile phone in his pocket and looked at it.
12:35
But the four-story rural self-built house in front of me is brightly lit.
"Huh?"
Lu Yuan suddenly found that there was no signal in the upper right corner of the phone.
He raised the phone high and shook it slightly.
"Pa-ta--"
A bit of white fell from the top of his head.
Lu Yuan subconsciously avoided it, and when he looked down, he found it was bird droppings.
Then I looked up, and by the light of my mobile phone screen, I unexpectedly saw that
this wild pomelo tree, which was not even a big one, was actually densely packed with crows!
"Fuck!"
Lu Yuan suddenly covered his mouth.
"What's the sound?"
The short, thin, middle-aged man turned around nervously and looked around. The stronger man next to him gave him an impatient push.
"Can you please stop being so startled at night? Who are you trying to scare?" "
But I really heard a noise just now!"
The short and thin middle-aged man still looked alert.
"Okay!"
Lu Xinghua said, and then said to the sturdy man: "Kuizi, you will come with me to call the door later. Put the guy away first.
Lao Li, just follow behind. If you see anything wrong, Call the police immediately."
"Okay, Brother Lu."
The two nodded and had no objection to Lu Xinghua's division of labor.
Lu Xinghua winked at the sturdy man, and both of them hid the steel pipes and wrenches in their hands behind their backs.
Then one after another, they slowly walked towards the house in front of them.
"It stinks!"
When he walked to the gate of the yard, the sturdy man couldn't help but rub his nose and spit on the ground, "Is Wang Zhichao's grandson boiling shit in there? How can it stink like this?" We just left
. In the distance, there was a cool breeze on the hillside, and a few people didn't smell anything.
As soon as I got closer to the house, the wind died down, and I immediately felt a strong smell of chicken shit and duck shit wafting out from inside.
Lu Xinghua frowned, but didn't worry.
Many people in rural areas raise chickens and ducks in their own yards.
If you raise too many, the chicken and duck excrement will be saved and used as fertilizer to sell for money.
Now that it's summer again, it's normal for the smell to be a little stronger.
Lu Xinghua reached out and pushed the large iron door in front of him.
The iron door was locked inside, and he quickly used force to make more noise.
Several strange bird calls came from the yard, and the sound of flapping and flapping sounded, and then fell quickly.
"Is there anyone? Is anyone home?"
Lu Xinghua shouted at the top of his lungs while knocking on the door.
The sound seemed a bit harsh on the quiet slopes at night.
The sturdy man next to him waited impatiently and followed Lu Xinghua in knocking on the door.
Two large iron doors were smashed, making "clang, clang, clang, clang" noises.
"Open the door! Open the door!"
I don't know how long I shouted. Suddenly,
the iron door opened a crack from the inside, and a middle-aged man wearing a vest and a numb expression stood behind the door, looking at the two of them expressionlessly.
"Who are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for you."
Lu Xinghua's eyes lit up. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a lot of people following the man.
His eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, and he subconsciously took two steps back. He said politely, "Fellow, I'm looking for Wang Zhichao." "There is no one
named Wang Zhichao here."
The man in the vest at the door replied coldly and was about to close the door.
Kui Zi beside Lu Xinghua couldn't help it.
"Why didn't you call Wang Zhichao? I watched the grandson go in with my own eyes. He must be hiding inside. Please call him out quickly!" "I said no, it means no." The
man
in the vest became impatient and ignored Kuizi's pressing. The hand on the edge of the door was trying hard to close the door.
"Fuck!"
Kuizi's face became fierce when he saw this, and he kicked the door directly.
"Bang!"
The gap in the iron door was kicked open, and the man in a vest standing at the door was kicked so hard that he staggered back inside.
The figures standing behind the man in the vest were about to rush up with a roar when they saw this.
Lu Xinghua panicked and subconsciously reached for the steel pipe fastened to his waist.
At this time, a figure quickly jumped out from inside.
"Let's go! Let's go quickly!"
Lu Xinghua was pushed far away by the man, and after he stabilized himself, he took a closer look.
"Wang Zhichao?!"
"Fuck! Your grandson is really hiding here! Pay back the money!"
Kuizi next to him also rushed forward and grabbed the figure who came out of the door.
"Repay! I will definitely repay the money! Now listen to me and leave quickly!"
The man pushed Lu Xinghua and the two of them desperately, urging them.
Lu Xinghua frowned and saw people coming out one after another from behind the iron gate not far away.
There was a gloomy look on all the faces, and there was a sense of uneasiness in my heart for no reason.
He followed the force of Wang Zhichao's push and stepped back step by step, but Kui Zi, who came with him, still refused to let go, shouting: "Leave? Go away!
We will never leave without seeing the money today."
Lao Li, call the police!"
Kuizi yelled at the short, thin middle-aged man standing in the distance.
The pushing Wang Zhichao didn't know why he was crazy, he was so anxious that his eyes turned red.
Suddenly he raised his hand and punched the two people in front of him.
"I told you to get lost!"
Seeing the man who came out of the door punch his father, Lu Xinghua, in the face, Lu Yuan tensed up and wanted to rush forward the next second.
He was ready to "fall from the sky" in the ensuing melee and knock down a group of people on the opposite side.
Leave with Lu Xinghua and the other three, or rush directly into the house.
But before he could take action.
Dad Lu Xinghua had already grabbed the two people who came with him, turned around and ran down the slope.
Four or five men came out from behind the iron gate and wanted to chase them.
As for Wang Zhichao, who Lu Xinghua and others were desperately looking for after struggling to drive away the three people earlier,
now they desperately held on to those people who were supposed to be with him and prevented them from chasing him.
Several men struggled to break free from Wang Zhichao's obstruction and chased down the hillside for a while until they saw two cars turning on their lights, turning around and driving away.
Then he came back cursing and started punching and kicking Wang Zhichao.
Finally, he pulled his hair and dragged him into the iron gate to
push the book. "Real Prehistoric Game"
synopsis: Eight million years after Journey to the West, the way of heaven has changed, and mankind has lost its status as the protagonist of the era.
In the new era, the rules of the world have changed, the world has become digital, and at the same time, the seventh holy throne has been born.
Thousands of races enter the immortal world to compete for the seventh holy throne. The winner is the son of the new era and the new protagonist of heaven and earth.
(End of chapter)