Volume 1 Guixiang Chapter 8 Ghost Smell on the Way Home

Wang Fugui talked about his past and talked about his past with Liu Xiang, with a happy expression on his face.

Shen Boran hadn't been to school for a few years before, and before he finished junior high school, he was fooling around with the second-rate people in the village.

Later, my father fell ill and needed money urgently, so I found a job as a courier.

(Note: Because of the remote township, Shen Boran was fourteen years old and did signing work in the store, and later all of them were counted as ten years of life, and Shen Boran was 24 years old, but because of the contract, he underwent the default initial transformation, and his bone age was about 20 years old.) The reason for the wind is unknown, and the soul state has always been the appearance of an 18-year-old. )

It is said that the job of express delivery is very easy to meet beautiful women, but it is actually nonsense, people are full of their own express delivery, and the fictional story in the movie will happen, what delivery man meets a beautiful college student, and the courier marries Bai Fumei. If this kind of thing really happens in reality, it may be possible for you to buy lottery tickets and win hundreds of millions.

Thinking that he didn't hold hands with the girl seriously, he was a little sour, Shen Boran sighed and burped: "What happened after that, why did Miss Liuxiang become like this." ”

"And why doesn't Liu Xiang have any mood swings at all, you won't be unrequited love. Shen Boran used his finger to flick Liu Xiang's drowsiness in the sealed magic bowl.

Brother Shen, you will understand if you continue, Wang Fugui continued to preach.

Wang Fugui entered the city to take the exam, passed all the way, and finally passed the assessment very smoothly.

After Wang Fugui passed the assessment, he refused the invitation of his friends and some dignitaries, and rode back to Wanglin Village on a good horse.

When Wang Fugui arrived at Mulan Town, which was not far from Xiaowang Village, Wang Fugui decided to find a family hotel station to rest for a while.

"Hey, guest officer, do you want to be sharp or stay in the hotel!" As soon as he wandered around a small shop, a little er wearing a cloth shirt and a white scarf on his shoulders greeted him.

"Man, stay at the hotel. As soon as Wang Fugui's words fell, a rough man in linen clothes pulled the horse close to the backyard.

"Come on, go to the guest officer, our room here is a must in Mulan Town, look at your figure, ride this horse, you don't need to say, the Son of Heaven has set aside it for you, twenty taels of silver are not expensive, come, I'll take you to see." ”

"Xiao Er, I'm tired of traveling at night, let's take a rest, I'll leave in an hour, just give me a human space. ”

Xiao Er took a look at Wang Fugui and pulled Wang Fugui to a corner and whispered: "This master, as soon as I look at your conversation, I know that you are a big person, and I don't hide from you that you are mixed, I also see that you have fate, there is a guest room between the words, you just give me five taels of silver." ”

Wang Fugui thought for a while and nodded, "Okay, but I have a request." Wang Fugui took out five taels of silver and shook it.

"Guest officer, you say it first, I will try my best to help you. Xiao Er was also very easy-going, looking at the silver in his hand with dripping eyes.

"Actually, it's not a big deal, I came to Mulan Town, and I saw a lot of people talking about something. Is there any instability in the city? Before Wang Fugui finished speaking, the shopkeeper blocked his mouth.

"Oh, you can't talk nonsense, there is no matter, our Mulan Town has always been stable, you can live with confidence." "The shopkeeper is like a thief, and his voice is very low.

"What's going on, Xiao Er, if you don't make it clear, I don't dare to stay in this Mulan Town. After speaking, Wang Fugui pretended to want to leave.

"Hey, you're hungry, I'll tell you, but you can't talk nonsense. Xiao Er's voice lowered, and Wang Fugui was taken to the resting room.

"Xiao Er, there were a lot of people just now, this time the doors and windows are closed, you should say it!" Wang Fugui asked.

The shopkeeper seemed to be particularly cautious, and pushed the door and window with his hand and said, "Guest officer, it's not that I'm cautious, it's that some words can't distinguish between truth and falsehood, and I can't say nonsense." ”

"There is a small village under our Mulan City, it is said to be haunted, many people have seen it, and some people can't even afford to get sick, it is said that an old man met it, and then he couldn't afford to get sick and died!"

"Is there such a thing?" Wang Fugui obviously didn't believe it.

"Let me tell you, my sister married a few years ago to someone from that village, it seems that she is a pancake seller, called Yu Erhai, she went to the mountains a few days ago to set some game, but she got these unclean, and she has been in bed for half a month, and she has to be served by people when she eats!"

Wang Fugui was surprised when he heard this: "Is it the one who sells pancakes in Wang Lin Village?"

"Oh yes, it seems like that's there, how are you.." Before Xiao Er finished speaking, Wang Fugui rushed out of the room in a hurry,

"Guest officer, you haven't paid yet, what are you doing here!" The shopkeeper was speechless and slapped himself.

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Wang Fugui rode back to Wanglin Village in a hurry, counting the last rest, it was three days ago, Wang Fugui only drank water along the way, ate a small amount of food, and finally returned to Wanglin Village today.

Wang Fugui rode a BMW, and as soon as he entered the village, his brows tightened, and the reins of the horse in his hand were rattled.

Today's Wanglin Village is a lot different from the past, there are more than half of the vendors on the street, there are no pedestrians on the road, and even the most familiar hawking sound is not as loud as it used to be, and the whole Wanglin Village is like being poured a basin of cold water.

Wang Fugui rode to the vegetable stall and got off the horse, picked a vegetable casually and said, "Aunt Wang, why is the village so deserted today?"

To Wang Fugui's surprise, Aunt Wang actually had no words, she used to be a well-known loudspeaker in the village, and the echo of a cough could circle around Wang Lin Village three times, not only did she not speak today, but her eyes seemed to be stunned and scary.

Wang Fugui was really anxious now, jumped a few dishes, and rode to the house: "Grandpa, Xiaoxiang, don't have an accident!"

In less than half a moment, Wang Fugui rushed back to the Liu family, and not far away saw the Liu family hanging a thick white silk on the door, and then his brain was buzzing, and Wang Fugui lost consciousness.

In a somewhat dim room, Wang Fugui slowly opened his eyes, his blurred vision became clearer and clearer, and everything in the room made him very familiar. An old man walked in and saw Wang Fugui who woke up, with a look of surprise on his face.

"Old woman, our family is rich and wakes up, go and get something to eat!"

"Alas, all right!"

"By the way, don't make it too greasy, just make a bowl of millet porridge and let it dry. ”

Wang Fugui looked at the old man in front of him, his eyes were a little rosy, this was Lin Sanbo, a neighbor of Grandpa Liu's family.

The relationship between Uncle San and Grandpa Liu is very good, the two often play chess and chat, and from time to time the two of them have to drink a little wine and learn from each other.

The third uncle's family used to have a daughter, but unfortunately he was infected with the wind and cold, and the old man was sad for a long time. Later, he regarded Wang Fugui and Liu Xiang as his own children, and basically had some good things, and they were all taken to the Liu family for the two children to try. Wang Fugui and Liu Xiang also grew up to play at the third uncle's house, and from time to time they also went to help the third aunt do housework, so these two children were extremely fond of them.

"Third uncle!" Wang Fugui had a hoarse voice, and his eyes looked directly at the old man.

"Child, don't worry, drink saliva first, eat something later, and we'll talk about it later!"

After a while, an old woman came in with soup, "Fugui, you can do it, you have been sleeping for a few days, but you can worry about your third uncle." ”

Wang Fugui took the bowl and took a few bites, the porridge was not hot, just to eat, and he drank half a bowl of three times and five divided by two.

"Child, don't worry, what's in the pot?" said the third aunt as she looked at Fugui and gobbled it up.

"Third uncle, what is going on? tell me!" Fugui asked anxiously.

"Kid, I said you've got to hold on!" the third uncle hesitated.

"Don't worry, Uncle San, just tell me the truth, I'm already an adult. ”

"Willow .. The people of the Liu family.. The grandfather and grandson of the Liu family are not here," the third uncle said it, and his expression was also very sad.

When Wang Fugui heard that he didn't swallow a mouthful of porridge, he almost squirted out, choking him and coughing for a long time.