I hid behind the hillside and counted, and there were six people coming down the trail, all wearing fat and large black raincoats, some carrying shovels on their shoulders, some carrying sticks and ropes, and some carrying boxes, followed by a few adult wolves.

After going down the mountain road, the one in the crowd with the rope on his back said that they should dig quickly, saying that they should all have a little longer eyes, and don't be deceived again, otherwise, they will have to be cleaned up when they go back.

This person may have taken the lead, and at the sound of an order, the other five people immediately picked up their shovels and began to dig holes in the scorched black land of Sanpo Gangzi.

However, there seems to be no pattern for these people to dig holes, they just dig a random place.

There was even a man who ran into the pit that had been dug up last night, and then went down, and this pit was the one where the little lame was hiding.

The boss was squatting on the slope of the pit with a yellow skin, and the man was digging on the slope on the other side, as if he had not seen a little lame.

Li Qianwu wondered, so he asked me if this lame yellow skin was anti-water, why was it still mixed with these old pimps?

I told him, this is called the yellow skin to cover his eyes, the old man Ding is dead, and among these people who come to dig treasures, eighty percent of them don't understand this, and they are lame.

Li Qianwu still didn't believe it, and said that it couldn't be, wouldn't it follow a lot of big dogs? Why don't these dogs bark or bite?

Hearing this, I couldn't help but reach out and stroke the old hat next to me, saying that this little lame is not an ordinary little yellow skin, and the little black dog who is not old enough can't be calmed, let alone this miscellaneous wolf.

As I was saying this, the man who was digging in the pit of the little lame man cried out, "Dig, dig, dig!" ”

The people all gathered, and no one questioned whether this was the pit dug last night, took the box, put the rope on it, and a group of people squatted in the pit and began to put big lumps into the box.

When the great box was filled, he quickly closed the lid, tied the rope, and lifted it up with a large stick.

At this time, the big yellow skin of the little lame jumped directly onto the box, and squatted upright, and these people who carried the box sighed, saying that the box was old and heavy, and it was difficult to carry it.

The one who took the lead and the other man took the shovel and scolded them for not eating, saying that these are all golden lumps, and you can lift them without a little strength?

But the few who carried the box, as if they really couldn't lift it, and they would swing straight on their feet when they walked, but they didn't dare to squeak, so they could only carry the old and heavy big box and go to the slope of the mountain road.

When they walked to the bottom of the slope, several people put down their boxes and rested.

Li Qianwu smiled, scolded in his mouth and deserved it, scolded and scolded, and came back to his senses, his eyes widened, he looked at me, and said, there are golden bumps buried in this soil!

I hurriedly gave him a brain breakdown, saying that no matter what it was, it was something that Huang Pizi looked at, and although this little lame man was an old skin, he hadn't hurt anyone.

If it provokes it, it will target you, and you will be killed if you run on the smooth avenue on that sidearmer!

Nothing else, this thing is so ruthless when it remembers revenge.

Li Qianwu glanced at me suspiciously, as if he didn't believe it.

But I didn't pay any more attention to him, because there were two more people on the mountain road.

This was an old man in a cloth coat, and a young man in a cotton suit, the old man must be seventy or eighty years old, thinly dressed, and his body was also shriveled and thin, and a little hunchbacked.

The young man was in his twenties, and he didn't look like he was from the village, and I thought he might be from the city.

As soon as the two men appeared, the old man shouted, telling those who carried the box to put it down.

Suddenly, the little lame, who was honestly squatting on the box, a spirit, looked up and only glanced at it, and immediately jumped off the box and wanted to run.

"Ding Younian's waste, let him clean up a little beast, he can't fucking clean it up, he really deserves to die!" The old man cursed, and when he returned his hand, he took out a large net pocket from behind.

Standing on the slope of the mountain road, it was like casting a fishing net, picking it up and throwing it down, and the overwhelming thing was clasped into the little lame foot.

After the little lame foot was covered by the net, he immediately fell to the ground, and his mouth was a 'click' scream, and he grinned with his teeth, but he couldn't move.

At this time, those people who were originally blinded by the yellow skin also woke up, and when they saw that the old man was holding the yellow skin of the boss, they quickly opened the box and took a look.

I saw that the rope was black, as if it had been soaked in the blood of a black dog, and there were many charms hanging on the rope, and I knew that this was a bad thing.

quickly poked Li Qianwu twice, and told him to let the old hat go and tear the net pocket, saying that if this little lame foot was caught by these people, he would definitely not survive.

Li Qianwu was still thinking about the golden pimple buried in Sanpo Gangzi, and when he heard me say that the yellow skin might be killed by these people, he didn't move.

I knew that he was worried that if Huang Pizi died, the golden pimple would be able to be dug up at will, so I poured cold water on him, saying that if the little lame man died, the golden pimple would definitely be taken away by these people.

He didn't even get a scumbag.

Immediately, Li Qianwu stopped doing it, and quickly patted the old hat's buttocks, and said anxiously, "Hurry... Hurry up, go and rescue Lao Tzu's little God of Wealth! ”

The big black dog was slapped by Li Qianwu and immediately stood up, but after standing up for a while, he lay down again.

I asked him what was wrong, and Li Qianwu glanced at the mountain road shop, twisted his nose and said, "Fuck it, some of these people kill dogs." ”

I don't understand, what's wrong with this dog killer? Just look over there.

But I saw that even the wolf green brought by those people was lying on the ground honestly at this time, looking up at the old man and the young man on the slope of the mountain road, motionless.

Thinking that the old man's net pocket might have been soaked in black dog blood, I immediately understood what the old hat was afraid of.

I couldn't count on it, and the men in the black raincoats were already carrying shovels and going to the little lame, and I couldn't think much of it, so I hurried down the hill.

As I ran, I shouted, "Wait a minute! Wait a minute! ”

Li Qianwu fished me out from behind, but he didn't hold on, so he could only follow me down the hill.

When they heard the movement, they looked this way, and they all stopped.

I ran to the old man on the slope of the mountain and said, "I have been looking for this lame yellow skin to steal my chickens for several days. ”

I thought that if I lied, these people were busy digging up the treasures of Sanpo Gangzi, and they would not pursue too much.

But I didn't want to, before I said this, the old man suddenly laughed, and then gritted his teeth and said, "Zhou Mingen's grandson!" ”

The old man's sparkling eyes stared at me more than he was to catch the lame yellow skin.

But his tone made me immediately vigilant.

At this time, Li Qianwu also chased after me and whispered to me, "Are you stupid?" These old skins are shovels and sticks, and we don't even have a guy to do, so come here to find a hammer? ”

This Li Qianwu is really a crow's mouth, he muttered in his mouth, the old man had already beckoned, "Catch him for me, it's okay if you don't live and die!" ”

Suddenly, the people who were holding shovels and trying to slap the little lame to death surrounded me.

Li Qianwu was next to me and scolded and said, if it weren't for the fact that the shotguns and earth mines in the car were taken away by the old man surnamed Ding, these people would not have enough to block the guns.

But now it's too late to say anything, the old hat is lying on the hillside and doesn't dare to come, the little lame foot has also been caught by the dog's blood net, and Li Qianwu and I are even more defenseless.

If you are really shot to death by these people at this time, and then bury them on the spot, you can only admit that you are unlucky.

In particular, this old man on the hillside actually knew my grandfather, and he seemed to have a grudge against me, and he would not let me go.

The men in black raincoats gathered around, and the one who took the lead picked up a shovel and slapped it on my head.

I haven't seen this battle before, and I was much more nervous than Li Qianwu in my heart, so I quickly raised my hand and hugged my head.

But at this moment, there was a 'bang', and the shovel board seemed to bounce off something, and when I opened my eyes, the man in the lead took several steps backwards with the shovel before he stood firm.

These people also looked behind me and Li Qianwu.

Seeing this, I also glanced back, but at this glance, I found that the man with a scimitar walked over from not far away, and there were two small pebbles in his hand.

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