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"This guy is Gao Guangrong!" Without waiting for the person to approach, Uncle Huo had already seen from his figure and gait, especially the reflective head, that this person must be Gao Guangrong.

"Why did he go to the forest so late?" Liu Xinghao muttered in a low voice, how dangerous this forest was, he had a deep understanding today. It was supposed to be dark, and if there was nothing very important, no one would venture into the forest again.

"You squat and don't move, I'll try to test him!" Uncle Huo stood up from the rice field and shouted at Gao Guangrong: "Old Gao, what are you doing in the dark?"

"Oh, my God! Lao Huo, what are you doing in this rice field? It scared me a lot!" A person suddenly burst out of the dark rice field, and it really scared Gao Guangrong.

"I'm not full and have nothing to do, so I'm going out to look at the crops. Anyway, what are you doing in the woods so late? What are you carrying in your hand?" Uncle Huo paced unhurriedly, and his eyes fell on the big bag of things that Gao Guangrong was carrying.

"Oh, nothing, I'm not...... So what...... Yes...... I also just had a full meal and came out for a walk. Gao Guangrong was visibly nervous, and his speech was stumbling. Although the expression on his face was hidden in the night, the movement of his hand was obviously hiding the bag of things behind him.

"Yo, what is this hand holding? like a baby, can you show me?" Uncle Huo took a few steps closer, and a fierce gaze shot out of his eyes, forcing Gao Guangrong to retreat.

"Nothing to be a baby...... Nothing to ...... What do I have to treasure...... Hehe...... "Gao Guangrong's explanation is pale and weak, the more he wants to hide this bag of things, the more it shows that there are ulterior secrets in this bag!"

At this moment, the roar of a motorcycle suddenly sounded in the forest where Gao Guangrong had just come out! I heard the sound of the "rumbling" motor speeding away, and a bunch of car lights in the forest gradually drifted away.

Where did you get a motorcycle in the deep mountains and old forests? Uncle Huo's brows furrowed, and he stepped forward and grabbed Gao Guangrong's collar!

Looking at Gao Guangrong again, his body was paralyzed by the six gods and no master, and the bag of things in his hand fell to the ground with a "snap", revealing the tightly wrapped "treasures" inside! I saw that these "treasures" were wrapped in brown paper into a boxy shape, and they looked like cloud cakes.

Uncle Huo picked up a piece from the ground, and with a "hiss" sound, tore open the outer skin of it, revealing the black paste inside.

This thing emitted a strange fragrance, Liu Xinghao was just downwind, and a breeze blew, making him sniffle too. "I've never smelled this smell before, is this thing ......?"

"What is this?" Uncle Huo shook the black paste in his hand and asked Gao Guangrong sharply: "You answer me! What the hell is this?"

Gao Guangrong drooped his head and stood there silently, as if a child who had made a mistake had been caught by the teacher, and did not dare to answer a word.

"What the hell are you talking to me??" Uncle Huo's stubborn temper came up, kicked Gao Guangrong's stomach, and directly kicked him down in the rice field.

"What is it that you don't know? It's such a big person, do you have to say it to be satisfied?" Gao Guangrong sat in the rice field decadently, and did not dare to get up. He knew in his heart that his fist and foot skills were more than 108,000 miles worse than Hawking's, so he simply gave up resistance.

"I just want you to tell me clearly! What the hell is this?" Uncle Huo threw the black paste in his hand on Gao Guangrong's head. His head, which was still reflecting the moonlight, instantly dimmed.

Gao Guangrong, who was smashed in the head, seemed to be aroused by the anger in his heart, and he shouted hysterically: "This is opium! opium!!opium!! okay!?"

"Opium! I didn't expect it to be this thing!" Liu Xinghao still hid in the rice field and did not show up, quietly observing the changes in the situation.

"How could you get contaminated with this thing? Have you forgotten how the old village chief told us? You can't touch this thing! Touching it will hurt you for the rest of your life!" Uncle Huo, who had his back to Liu Xinghao, and the old elder whose back was pulled by the moonlight, hated this kind of harmful thing the most in his life.

"Do you think it's what I want to touch? I'm not here for my poor wife, who has terminal stomach cancer and doesn't have a few days to live. Whenever she was sick, I watched her cry in pain in bed, and my heart felt like it was being cut by a knife! Lao Huo, if you were me, would you be able to bear to watch your wife die of pain?" Gao Guangrong's rhetorical question, like a sharp sword, suddenly pierced into the depths of Huo Jingui's heart.

Huo Jingui, who was still thunderous just now, was directly frozen by his words, and he couldn't speak for a long time......

Hawking Gui is not a man who has been a bachelor all his life, he actually had a wife when he was young, and his wife was very, very beautiful. At the beginning, these two people were talented and beautiful, loved each other, male cultivators, weavers, and women, and sang with women, which was definitely a match made in heaven.

Not long after getting married, his wife became pregnant. Huo Jingui is full of expectations for this little life that is about to come, and when he is fine, he will lie quietly beside his wife and whisper to the little baby in his wife's belly. That time can be said to be the happiest time in Hawking's life.

It's a pity that the calm days don't belong to this ill-fated man. On one of his way out hunting, his wife suddenly broke her water and gave birth prematurely for half a month! What was even more terrible was that because the fetus was in an improper position and the umbilical cord was wrapped around the neck, she could not give birth to a child! In addition, there was no modern medical equipment and medical personnel in the village at that time, and his wife suffered in pain for a day and a night, and she exhausted all her physical strength, and finally died of dystocia...... Even the fetus in the womb did not survive because of the lack of oxygen for too long......

This painful memory is the last thing Hawking wants to mention in his life. Now that Gao Guangrong suddenly uncovered the old scars, Huo Jingui, a man who was as hard as iron, was so painful that he couldn't help himself.