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Uncle Mao Hua didn't know how long he had been floating in the river, but he only knew that he had gone down a long and dangerous beach, and then he had come down to such a place.

This place was not very familiar to Uncle Maohua, but fortunately, she heard a drum beat not far away. She didn't know what was happening, so she looked carefully at the place, and this sight could not help but surprise her. It turned out that someone had died in the locality, and at this time, he was rushing to the river with filial piety and sacrificing there.

Uncle Mao Hua hid, in a small dilapidated room, listening to the voice, for some reason, his heart was quite desolate.

At this time, the sunset gradually sank into the western mountains, and the birds kept singing, sprinkling some cries, and then, with the wind, disappeared somewhere.

Uncle Mao Hua should be glad that he is still alive, because, at this time, I don't know how many corpses have slipped in front of her.

Uncle Maohua's pants were torn, so he had to stay in the dilapidated hut, not knowing what to do. At this moment, another man crawled out of the creek, no, not a man, but a cow. The cow kept swimming, and after a while, it swam to Uncle Maohua, and suddenly got up from the creek and pounced.

That's not a cow, it's a man. This person is quite familiar to Uncle Mao Hua. This man is a ghost. Ghost Dan also fell into the water. However, there is nothing wrong with Onidan. No, he got up from the creek and walked over step by step.

Seeing the ghost Dan came over, Uncle Mao Hua didn't know what to do, her pants were torn, and she couldn't see anyone. She sat in that small dilapidated room, watching the ghost Dan keep walking towards her, and the discomfort in her heart was really beyond the description of pen and ink. Helpless, Uncle Mao Hua had no choice but to keep covering the torn part of his pants with his hands, looking at the ghost, and trembling incessantly.

If, at this time, it is an honest person who walks over, then that's fine. But it's a ghost! Uncle Mao Hua covered the torn part of his pants with his hands, thinking desperately, wanting to run away, but it was too late, and Ghost Dan walked in.

After the ghost dan pounced on him, he lay on the ground, let out a long sigh, and then peed there. However, at this time, he saw a person beside him and couldn't help but be taken aback. So, I stopped peeing. He looked at Uncle Maohua. I glanced at Uncle Mao Hua's hand holding something again. From that hand, the ghost Dan saw that a little mystery was coming, so the fatigue and fear disappeared all at once. He burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Uncle Mao Hua said to Ghost Dan in horror.

"Don't laugh at anything." As he said this, Ghost Dan looked at Uncle Mao Hua's hand unscrupulously.

"I'm a man's ......," Uncle Mao Hua said loudly to Ghost Dan.

"You have a man, it's me, hahaha!" Oni Dan smiled shamelessly. While laughing, he approached Uncle Mao Hua and sat down next to her buttocks, and after a while, he felt a hot air emanating from Uncle Mao Hua's buttocks, and gradually, he dried the water on the buttocks of the Ghost Dan.

Seeing the shamelessness of the hell, Uncle Mao Hua couldn't help but feel quite distressed, but in such a place, there was nothing he could do, so he had to let him sit beside him, and kept moving his ass again and again. Uncle Mao Hua went to the other side, sat there speechlessly, and began to recite the scriptures. However, when she opened her eyes, she saw Oni Dan sitting next to her, still leaning her ass against her ass, and kept moving there.

At this time, it began to rain heavily.

There was no one in the wilderness, and only the sound of boundless rain could not stop dancing with the wind, which made people feel a sense of melancholy.

If it doesn't rain, then Uncle Mao Hua won't stay in that broken house, she will run out of that house like the wind. However, at this time, for some reason, the rain became heavier and heavier, and for a time the mountains and trees near and far, as well as the small river in front of them, were blurred.

Uncle Mao Hua had to sit there and sigh incessantly, sighing and avoiding the ghost. However, Onidan was not going to let her go, she sat there, and Onidan followed there.

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