"Don't be afraid, it's just an empty coffin. You see, it's not varnished yet, so you won't put the corpse inside. As for the bad smell? Hmm..., it should be..."Meng Yao said as she leaned sideways towards the stone kiln.

She poked her head cautiously, her neck stretched out, to see what was in the little coffin, and how it could smell so bad. However, there is no light in this stone kiln, and it is difficult to see the situation inside the stone kiln clearly just by relying on the little light shining in from the door.

Ye Feng stretched out his right hand and scratched his hair depressedly, thinking, is there something wrong? How did this woman say what he should have said? It's really tough! Deep in the mountains and old forests, lonely men and widows, in such a dimly lit stone kiln. Seeing a pair of unlacquered coffins that exuded a peculiar smell didn't scare her, could she be the legendary Supergirl?

Although Ye Feng was disgusted by this smell, he still forcibly held back and did not step forward to explore. After standing in the heavy rain for a while, my clothes were already soaked, and it was very uncomfortable to stick to my body. He needed to find some dry wood to light a fire, and he would dry the clothes first.

Seeing that Meng Yao had already approached the small coffin, and was still probing her brain to find the source of the strange smell, and did not notice herself, Ye Feng took the opportunity to scan the stone kiln with her perspective eye.

It turned out that the root of the unpleasant smell was salted fish, but what he couldn't figure out was why these salted fish were put in the small unpainted coffin, which was covered with a thick quilt. What does this ~ mean? Is it a sacrifice or something? Or is it cursing someone?

Ye Feng couldn't figure it out, and he didn't bother to think about it. He walked to the northeast corner of the kiln, lifted a piece of dirty plastic sheeting, took some out of the neatly laid pile of firewood underneath, and put it in an open place. Then he took out a lighter from his pants pocket and came out, ready to start a fire.

The lighter was picked up by him from the incense table in the temple's side hall, and it looked brand new. No way, who made him penniless at that time! In case you can't find a place to stay tonight, having such a thing in hand can still be very useful when it matters most. At least it is much more convenient to make a fire, and there is no need to learn from the ancients to drill wood to make fire.

Most of this pile of firewood are pine branches in the mountains, which have long since dried out, and some of them have even decayed, and it seems that they have been left for a long time. Ye Feng only tried it once, and then lit the fire, and the dim stone kiln suddenly became bright and warm, and there was a trace of vitality in an instant.

He went over and closed the heavy wooden door, and found a small bundle of rope hanging from the iron nail behind it. So I took it off and searched the walls of the stone kiln, and saw a lot of nails for hanging things. I tore off the rope, pulled a rope, and then took off the clothes on my body and hung them to dry.

Meng Yao took a lot of effort to open a gap in the lid of the small coffin, but it was dark inside, and she couldn't see anything. She spun around in a hurry, and saw a fire light behind her

, turned around, and saw that rustic guy was taking off his clothes.

Although Ye Feng was still wearing a pair of loose trousers, the trousers were also wet, sticking to him, outlining a picture that made people infinitely reverie. Although every summer, Meng Yao and her best friends go to the water park in the city to play, and I have also seen all kinds of men wearing pants and pants with excited faces playing in the water.

But at this time, after all, it was a lonely man and a widow living in the same room, and she actually had a kind of... There was an urge to strip myself naked. There is no way, the clothes on this body are already soaked, and it is very uncomfortable to stick to the body. So, she walked towards Ye Feng very unladylikely, unbuttoned her blouse, took it off and hung it on the rope.

Ye Feng was stunned for a moment, just raised his head and glanced at her in surprise, then lowered his head again and continued with the matter in his hand. He was dividing the money that Meng Yao had paid him one by one and hanging it on a bench near the fire. Although money is not everything, it is impossible to do without money.

He finally earned this money, so he can't just throw it away when he gets wet, right? It's not a one-time thing that can't be used, he asks himself if it's not extravagant enough to be that high.

Seeing Ye Feng's expression, a nameless fire actually rose in Meng Yao's heart. Your uncle, aunt and grandmother are still the eldest daughter of Huanghua, why don't you think about me at all? Have you practiced "Chrysanthemum Treasure Book"? Not interested in women?

Meng Yao felt a little lost in her heart, but thinking about it, it's okay to do this, at least you don't have to worry about what this guy will do to her. But... But why is this so awkward?

Our Miss Meng was not convinced, so she turned around with a shy face, took off her pants with her back to Ye Feng, and hung them on the rope.

She quietly turned around and saw that Ye Feng was still there sorting out the wet banknotes, so she boldly walked over, took out the wallet in her trouser pocket, handed it to Ye Feng and said, "There is still some money in here, if you are okay, just dry it by the way!" ”

Ye Feng was slightly stunned, then raised his head and glanced at Meng Yao, who was full of shyness, nodded obediently, took the wallet, and sorted out the banknotes inside. His heart was flustered, and a certain part of his body began to burn, and he quickly focused his thoughts on the banknote in front of him, trying not to think about the glimpse just now.

My aunt, how did this woman strip herself naked? No, it's not completely stripped off. At least they were still wearing two pieces of clothing, but the fabric was too little, and it just covered the important parts of the body.

Night falls, and the wind and rain first stop. Meng Haitao stood in the Daxiong Hall of the Lotus Temple, looking at a lotus pod in the release pond in the corner of the courtyard in a daze.

Zhang Zhendong and Scar stood on his left and right, and the others hid in the corners of the main hall, sitting or standing, but all of them had gloomy faces and shameful faces. More than a dozen bodyguards didn't even catch a single injured female killer, and it's really hard to talk about it.

At this moment, a kind-looking old nun came over with a small tray in her hand with two cups of hot tea on it. She walked to Meng Haitao's side with a smile on her face and whispered: "Mr. Meng, just now the poor nun's apprentice returned from the mountains and said that he saw Miss Meng, she~ was standing by the lake with a young man. The rain was heavy, and the two of them walked side by side after a while. ”

"Oh? Is it? Meng Haitao's face was happy, and he quickly changed his expression, smiled and took the hot tea sent by the old nun, and said with a smile: "In this way, Yaoyao is safe and sound, which is great." He opened his mouth to take a sip of hot tea, then reached into his bosom, took out a check, and placed it on the tray in the old nun's hand along with the bowl.

The old nun suppressed the ecstasy in her heart, thanked Meng Haitao again and again, and did not forget to hand another cup of hot tea to Zhang Zhendong's hand. Zhang Zhendong drank it all in one gulp, and then returned the tea bowl to the old nun, and then she bowed and left.

Meng Haitao took a deep breath of the fresh air after the rain, and then waved his hand and said to Zhang Zhendong and Scar behind him: "Go, go back." ”

Zhang Zhendong was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly asked, "Don't look for Yaoyao?" ”

Meng Haitao pretended to smile mysteriously and said, "She should be safer than ever now, besides..." He didn't say that the second young master of the Li family was seriously injured, and he didn't know if he could save his life, so let's wait and talk.

Zhang Zhendong's little eyes turned, thinking that Meng Haitao had taken a fancy to Ye Feng and wanted to recruit him as his son-in-law! So nothing more was said. What he has to do is to protect Meng Haitao's safety, as for the things that use his brain, he should leave it to Meng Haitao himself.

Even though it had just rained heavily, the ground was muddy. However, the path leading to the bottom of the mountain is all paved with bluestone, so there is no need to worry about safety issues such as slippery roads and falling off cliffs.

Meng Haitao opened the back door and sat in, and suddenly felt a little anxious, so he said to Zhang Zhendong who got into the cab: "It's convenient for me to get out of the car, you wait." ”

Looking at the familiar figure walking towards the woods next to him in the rearview mirror, Zhang Zhendong shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said to himself: "It's all big men, it's solved on the spot, why do you have to go into the woods?" There are so many mosquitoes, aren't you afraid of biting pp?|" As he spoke, he stepped on the brakes and reached out and pressed the start button.

The familiar roar of the engine was heard, and at the same time there was an imperceptible dripping sound. What's going on? Zhang Zhendong's heart tightened, did there be any fault in the car? As soon as he put his eyes on the screen, the car "boomed" loudly, then bounced high, and fell down heavily.

Meng Haitao, who was thinking about walking to the woods next to him, suddenly heard a loud noise behind him, and it was too late to dodge. He felt a wave of heat rushing in, and his whole body was swept away by this wave of power, and then slammed into the pine tree next to him. A mouthful of blood spurted out, his eyes went black, and he passed out.

Who is it? To assassinate yourself?

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