At that time, we were already out of the primeval forest, but what we didn't expect was that after entering Luoyang City, incomprehensible things began to appear. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

First of all, after the stinky dog entered Luoyang City, he didn't know when his nerves began to be a little abnormal, and he couldn't help but pull open his backpack from time to time to take a peek at the Golden Buddha, and he laughed when he saw it.

We thought he was too happy to catch the Golden Buddha, but this situation is getting more and more serious, so serious that he actually wants to take out the Golden Buddha and hold it on his body in a crowded place while laughing while watching, that kind of smile is a little abnormal, like a fool, laughing so much that saliva comes out.

The so-called wealth does not leak eyes, and especially in that place in Luoyang City, there have been tomb robbers since ancient times, and the rumors have always been relatively tight. The Golden Buddha is a thing that a discerning person knows at a glance that it is an antiquity, and people with good things come up to ask, and the stinky dog actually begins to tell people the process of fishing for the Golden Buddha.

If it is an ordinary partner, the stinky dog will be thrown off 100%, but our team is different, the three brothers have a very good relationship, and the three of them are rotten brothers who grew up bare-chested, and then the three of them all want to recognize me as the boss at the same time, and they want to eat with me, and the friendship between the three of them is deeper than mine.

The three brothers advance and retreat together, even if it is a stinky dog, they must take him, but he is such a virtuous person, sooner or later one day will kill us, so we found a black car overnight and began to run to Guangdong.

In the black car, we took turns to drive, but also comfortable, the only thing worrying is that the situation of the stinky dog is not getting better, but getting more and more serious, and then even developed to whether there is a golden Buddha, he sits there and smirks, does not sleep at night, does not eat during the day, just laughs all the time, the more he looks at it, the more he feels very strange.

We saw that he was really bad, so we wanted to find a hospital along the road to show him, but what we didn't expect was that before we arrived at the hospital, he was laughing and cramping on the road, twitching, and suddenly foaming at the mouth and dying.

We found a vacant lot in a barren hill on the side of the road and buried the body of the stinky dog. One of the three brothers died, and the other two were very sad, and it was difficult for them to accept the death of a stinky dog. They sadly thought that the stinky dog kennel had been in the bag for a lifetime, and it was the first time they saw such a good product, and they were so excited that their brains were short-circuited.

But I don't think so, I just started to think that there was something wrong with this Golden Buddha at that time, and the stinky dog must have been influenced by this Golden Buddha to be like that. The more I thought about it, the more evil I felt, and I felt that this golden Buddha could not be kept in my hand for too long, and that I had to hurry up.

The rat is the one who has a little brain in the second brother of the left, and the other one called the fat intestine is a stupid and rough person. Looking at the poor places in the barren mountains and mountains, he objected to my proposal, saying that goods of this grade like the Golden Buddha must be sold at a good price in a place where rich people gather, for example, if you want to go to a city like Guangzhou and Shenzhen, if you find a small shop in a small city along the way to sell, you can't afford to sell at all. And the rat is also very dissatisfied with the primeval forest is because I taboo those footprints, in the blind command, as a result of the tomb and did not dig, only fished out this golden Buddha came out, if you hastily sell it, you can't come back, especially the tomb map or I spent a lot of money to buy, no matter how bad it is, I have to earn back the principal, can not be so lost.

The rat is a ghost and a ghost, and nothing else may be powerful, but the money is very clear, the head is very easy to use, and he also knows that I can't do it for many years, and he will play tough, and if he can't be tough, he will play yin, in view of my long-term impression of him, he began to hold the cloth bag containing the golden Buddha, and he didn't even want to leave to eat and sleep.

I despised the rat's behavior at this time, and the sight of the stinky dog starting out with an abnormal brain and then foaming at the mouth and dying, cramping to death, also tortured my nerves, but the two stupid mouses, the rat and the fat intestine, ignored my worries in the slightest.

The Golden Buddha has not been able to sell, and one night I even tried to steal the Golden Buddha while the mouse was sleeping, but the vigilant mouse still found out.

The rat got into a fight with me, and he even denied my point of view, thinking that I was indecisive and had a tendency to be depressed, which was really harmful.

I'm the oldest and most experienced of them all, and I trust my instincts, and I've always been like this so that I've been able to stay in this business for so long, but the rat doesn't want to die when he sees money, so he doesn't think about it.

We drove on the road in a black car, the mouse held the golden Buddha in his arms, and was reluctant to get close to me, he was very wary of me, and even felt disgusting to talk to me, which was his way of opposing me.

I often look at the rat thoughtfully, feeling like sooner or later we're going to pay for it.

One morning, when I woke up, I found that neither the mouse nor the golden Buddha were in the car, only the fat intestines slept like pigs.

The black car was parked overnight in the wilderness of the ruined national highway, it was terrible cold outside, where did the mouse go? I walked out of the car, I didn't see the mouse, I shouted a few times, no one responded, I began to have a sense of foreboding.

There is a slope about 30 meters away from the black car, we peed and there last night, I walked to the slope with an uneasy mood, and found that the mouse was lying at the bottom of the slope, full of urine smell, holding the golden Buddha tightly in his arms, his eyes were closed and his face was facing the sky, but there was a big hole in the back of his head, and blood flowed all over the ground.

The rat died.

He should have gone to relieve himself at night, afraid that I would steal the golden Buddha, so he took the golden Buddha, and in the dark and blurred night of the cold day, he followed the faint moonlight towards the slope. He carried the golden Buddha in one hand and untied his pants with the other, the mouse is used to being lazy, and even the pants are used to wearing loose sweatpants, but the only disadvantage of sweatpants is that it is inconvenient to pee. It was too cold for his hands and feet to be unfriendly, he untied the trouser rope with one hand, not only did not tear it open, but also pulled it into a dead knot, he urinated urgently, his hand pulled the trouser headband harder, and he was anxious to slip on a slippery step, and he actually fell down the slope, knocked on the stone, and died, the most ridiculous thing is that when he was dying, he spilled urine on the ground, but he was still holding the golden Buddha tightly in his hand.

The fat intestine with the simplest brain, seeing the tragic scene of the mouse falling to death, he didn't think it was the Golden Buddha at that time, and even scolded hysterically, he said that I was a sick person, all day long the dark thoughts of the head were full of dark thoughts, and the old mention of the Golden Buddha was strange, cursed or something, and the Golden Buddha must be sold cheaply.

If it weren't for my old nervousness, the mouse wouldn't stare at the Golden Buddha so tightly, and he wouldn't hold it all the time, he wouldn't have made the trouser strap into a dead knot, he wouldn't have jumped in a hurry, he wouldn't have fallen down the slope, and he wouldn't have died. So the fat intestine thinks that the real scourge is me, not the Golden Buddha.