The beggar glanced at it, but there was no smile on his face, and it was obvious that he was still reluctant to leave him for money and go to the home where he had lived for a long time.

After I shirked it twice, I still let the other party accept the money.

Then I walked outside with them, chatting as we went.

I looked at the place behind me and said, "I really can't figure out how a good place is haunted?

The beggar nodded, and said lonely: "If we develop real estate here, we will have no place to live, it seems that we have to go away again, in fact, I know that one day I will leave here, the nearest bulldozer has come again and again, and the start of construction is approaching!"

Coming and going?

I remember that the principal at that time hired only one engineering team and only pulled a bulldozer.

And before they could get to work, the migrant worker who drove the bulldozer was already dead.

This simply doesn't match the information I have.

When I thought of this, I quickly inquired, only to find out that there were a lot of bulldozers after the headmaster left.

And they all came in the middle of the night.

The people who prayed for peace in those days had long since left the place, and only the local beggars could barely remember that the sound of bulldozers was heard every night, and it was a loud noise.

I inquired in detail, and then I learned that more than a dozen bulldozers came later, but these bulldozers were different from the previous models.

When we were in the countryside, there was such a thing about road construction.

Whether a company can see by looking at each other's machinery and equipment, usually a contractor only buys one machine and equipment.

The reason is very simple, the more you buy the discount, the more discounts.

Therefore, there is basically no one factory that will have different machines, and since there are differences, it means that there are two different contractors.

But I remember that after the principal left, he never contracted the project to anyone else.

Seeing that I was about to walk to the door, I gave the beggar an extra 100 yuan to talk with me for an extra half hour.

That's when I learned that after the headmaster left, it was said that the headmaster had hired another man to continue working here.

And this man had red hair, and the young man was very neat in his work, and he began to dry it that night.

However, the local beggars only felt that the sound was very unpleasant, blocking the whole cabin tightly, and they didn't even look at what the people on the construction site were doing.

But as far as I know, the principal has never peeped into this place since then, which means that the young man who worked as a contractor and the principal were not in the same group at all.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

It seems that I have to oppose this onmyoji.

Isn't that red hair the style of the Onmyoji?

At this moment, it is already the second half of the night, and since everything has been determined, I can only go back to the morgue of the police station with Wang Ruohan.

After entering the room, I saw that the whole bed was lying neatly and neatly in Kuman Thong, and in the middle of the night, when the yin qi was at its strongest.

These Kuman Thong slowly began to transform into their original form, transforming into their former appearance.

Kuman Thong's original appearance was rotten over the years, and all that remained of his body was a skeleton.

But with the solemnity of the yin qi.

One by one, the faces of the people they were painted were in life, and when I looked closely, I found that everyone here was a lovely child, and their eyes were staring with a look of longing.

These children are waiting to be saved.

As soon as I think of this, I feel that Onmyoji is not pitiful, nor is he pitiful.

It's a good thing to have real talent and real learning, but if the character is not good, it will be a trouble.

That's what this Onmyoji is.

I didn't expect this guy to be such a person, as soon as I thought of this, I immediately cut my palm, and let my blood fall on Kuman Thong's forehead drop by drop.

In this moment, I made a pact with these Kuman Thongs.

These Kuman Thong are not as terrifying as they think.

It was like a child, slowly getting up from the iron bed, hugging my legs, their big watery eyes, as if nothing had happened, and they were still alive.

I touched their foreheads.

Even though my hands passed between their bodies.

It seems that at this moment, I can feel their warmth, feel their joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

My eyes were filled with tears.

Kuman Thong's eyes were also bloody.

It was as if it resonated in an instant.

I nodded, and walked out slowly with my own large legion, and at half past two in the middle of the night in the back of the house, I came to the clearing.

I saw the onmyoji I've been looking for.

At this moment, the Onmyoji was wearing a Yin-Yang Dao robe, his face was extremely ugly, and he was almost in a state of gnashing his teeth after seeing me.

Presumably so.

When the Onmyoji returned home, he found that the poisonous scorpion he had worked so hard to bring from a distant country had been destroyed by me, and he naturally became furious.

Subsequently, I dug up all the Kuman Tong that I raised, and this loss must have made the other party miserable.

Now that we're already face-to-face, there's no need for me to pretend to be like this here.

I stood in front of the other party and said directly: "Get out of here, what you are doing is too cruel, it is because of people like you who do business, that there are innocent children who choose to die!"

Onmyoji's feelings are like a dam bursting its banks.

The other party blushed, rushed directly in front of me, and hit me with a fist.

Onmyoji have a weakness and are usually physically weak.

I immediately took a few steps back and easily dodged, and the onmyoji stood where I was and turned back to me and said, "I am saving them, if they don't sell their children, their family will starve to death and die, if it weren't for someone to take their children in, they would only choose to bury them together, you don't know the difficulties of the poor family!"

I nodded and replied: "I really don't know, but I also believe that as long as people live, there will be hope, as long as they live, they will crawl out of hell, and so many cold corpses, they will never be able to climb out, even hope is lost, what you deprive is the hope of others!"

Onmyoji glared at me, his muscles exposed.

Then he opened his wallet, threw it on the ground, pointed at me and said: "You have not been poor, so you don't know the horror of poverty, I don't tell you the truth, the reason why I help others make Kuman Tong is that I need money, I am an onmyoji is also for money, money is life, it is power, you don't understand!"

That's right, I don't understand.

I'll probably never get it.

In my eyes, life is hope and strength.