Yu Mu laughed, "This matter is so decided, find the media to expose them and see if they lose money with them!" ”

After they agreed here, they went their separate ways, and the two younger brothers were responsible for breaking the news to the media. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Yu Mu took the others to confront the villagers, lest they say the wrong thing in front of the media.

At first, these villagers were a few idle lazy people invited by Yu Mu, and later they came purely because they heard that they could make money in this way, and deliberately came to take advantage of them.

During the day, most of them stood guard next to the "ancestral graves", not allowing the construction team to start construction, and even at night, they did not leave, and gathered around a pile of self-dug graves to keep vigil.

A villager who came later spread his futon on the ground and asked the fellow next to him. "I said fellow, will the developer really give money? They didn't start work for a few days. ”

Many of the people next to him also pricked up their ears to listen to the conversation here, and they had the same doubts in their hearts.

Next to him was the lazy man Yu Mu paid for, and he said loudly: "I will definitely give it!" We can afford to drag it, they can't afford it! ”

"You know, at the beginning, I went to the wreath shop on the street and bought a small tablet, and I exchanged it for 30,000 yuan with them! 30,000 yuan! ”

The rest of the people were envious of his opportunity, and shouted one after another: "That's right, we can afford to drag it, anyway, we don't have any work to do, we can get tens of thousands of yuan for a few days here, it's a great thing, we can't go!" ”

The lazy man continued: "I have an inside word here, if you want to make money, listen to me. ”

"Of course you want to make money, don't sell it, say it quickly!" Someone urged.

He beckoned everyone to come over and whispered: "I heard that there will be reporters coming to interview tomorrow, and everyone is right and unanimously insists that the developer has forcibly occupied our ancestral grave." As soon as the news reports, can they still not give money? ”

"Is that really the case? Great, I'll call a couple of my cousins over tomorrow too! ”

"Everyone, don't talk nonsense, if you cut off everyone's financial route, don't blame me for being unkind!" The lazy man clenched his fist and threatened.

"Don't worry, everyone wants to make money, and they won't talk nonsense."

"By the way, you have picked up your 'ancestral graves', what does this look like? It's like a little bit of pretending! Don't blame me for having no money then! The lazy man pointed to the ancestral grave they had made.

The people invited by Yu Mu were okay, they brought props for the show, the grave was dug up, and the tombstone was buried, so they made do with it. Those who came later were reluctant to spend money on props, and they all made strange graves.

Some have a wooden board buried in the ground, on which is written "xxx no wood" in chalk, because they can't write the word "tomb", so the word "wood" is written.

Others held a mound of earth with three cigarettes on it, which was regarded as their ancestral grave.

What's more, he moved a few bricks and stacked them, saying that it was the grave of his ancestors. It looks ridiculous, and if this is reported, no one will believe it.

The lazy man gave them a trick, found some broken ceramic jars or rotten boxes and buried them in the soil, used them as urns, and then piled up the soil on top, picked up some broken bricks and covered them, and it was a simple grave.

Even if others don't believe it, can they still dig up the grave and examine it?

After listening to him, these people started working in full swing at night, preparing for tomorrow's money.

He Xiaofeng came here and looked at them from a distance, and couldn't help but feel a little funny in his heart. Do these people really think that they can cheat money in this way?

The accents spoken by these villagers are different from those of Jiangdi County, and they seem to be accents from across the Yangtze River. He Xiaofeng also knows a little that the county and township opposite are poorer than here, so there are many such people.

"Since you respect your ancestors so much, then I will fulfill your wishes and let your ancestors teach you the principles of being a human being!" He Xiaofeng closed his eyes and returned his attention to his spiritual world.

He pondered for a long time, and suddenly opened his mouth to drink. There was no sound coming from this shout, but there were invisible fluctuations spreading. This is another way of the Divine Word, the Spiritual Shock.

Before, He Xiaofeng couldn't use it because his soul power was not enough, but these days' cultivation has been able to make him barely able to use it.

The villagers and lazy people are improving their "ancestral graves", and many of them have done hard labor, and they have built the tombs in a decent way, and the decoration is the same as the real thing.

Suddenly, everyone's bodies shook, their consciousness seemed to blur, and at the same time, hallucinations appeared in their minds.

A man had just inserted his simple tombstone made of wooden planks into the earthen bag, when suddenly he felt the dirt bag vibrate, as if something was about to climb out.

He wiped his eyes, and suddenly saw a hand reach out from the dirt, brushing away the dirt, revealing half of his body.

"Ahh There are ghosts! He screamed in fright, but unfortunately the others were now also confused and did not respond to his panic and shouting.

"What the hell? I'm your dad! The man who crawled out of the dirt scolded him.

His pupils were maximized, his legs trembled, and his voice trembled: "Dad, aren't you dead?" ”

"Lao Tzu is dead, and you are angry with the corpse!" Half of the man's body was on the ground, and half of his body was in the dirt, and his face was pale and gloomy, like a devil in hell.

"Dad, don't scare me, I'm your son!"

"Lao Tzu doesn't have a son like you!" His dead father scolded, "You actually used the name of Lao Tzu to cheat money? It's just a shame on Lao Tzu's face, and Lao Tzu can't live in peace below. After you do this, you will go to the eighteenth layer of hell, if you are not my species, Lao Tzu would not want to remind you! ”

Listening to the words of his dead father, he seemed to see all kinds of torture in hell. Knife mountain and sea of fire, get out of the oil pot, pull out the tongue, and cut off the head...... He was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he fell to his knees, shivering.

"Dad, I don't want to go to hell, you must save me!"

In addition to him, the rest of the people also saw their familiar faces. Without exception, these familiar faces are their dead elders, and their appearance is extremely terrifying.

They used their own means to educate their juniors, and one by one the villagers trembled and cried and repented and begged for mercy in front of the graves they had dug out. There is someone who wants to escape, and as soon as he finds himself trying to run, something will catch him again.

Of course, this matter was done by Xiaobai.

He Xiaofeng's mental impact lasted for nearly an hour, and these people gradually regained their senses. Everyone looked frightened, and some knelt on the ground and wept bitterly.

"Brother, just now, I ...... I saw my dad, he ...... He also talked to me. A lazy man spoke with chattering teeth.

"I ...... I saw it too! His brother also looked ugly, "Are we in trouble, let's run away!" ”

"Well, you can't ask for this money, if it's really what our dad said, we won't have to die well in the future!" (To be continued.) )