Chapter Ninety-Five: Whose Voice

However, it is impossible for me to go to Hongjiaduan to help spread incense. Because I still have classes and one more reason, uh...... I started writing letters to the girl I liked. I couldn't wait to write the letter, send it to her through a friend, and I couldn't wait to hear back from her. All this was done without the teacher's eyes, and now I still think about it, and I am not so nervous when I hunt ghosts with my grandfather.

Students in the third year of junior high school are about to face the high school entrance examination, and the teachers are worried that the students have early love. Our homeroom teacher gathered a few of our lovers with good grades and lectured us, warning us not to interfere with our studies for the sake of youthful fantasies. But the class teacher used an inappropriate example, he said, "Do you think the girls in our school who are called school girls are really beautiful? ”

Seeing that we all bowed our heads and did not dare to answer, he himself categorically vetoed: "No! They're not really pretty! You're too young to have seen it outside. I went outside to take a look. Those girls from Guangzhou and Chengdu are called beautiful! The face is white and tender, and it can pinch out the water! ”

We all understood what he meant, that the girls in our school were only beautiful in this small area, and if they were placed on a larger scale, they would not be beautiful. We shouldn't be tempted by them, we should study hard and meet those really beautiful girls in Guangzhou and Chengdu in the future!

Pounding and pounding, a few of our beloved disciples still put their minds on "pretty girls".

Pretty girls do attract attention. It is because he is too beautiful to refuse people thousands of miles away, which causes the resistance of others. Of course, that's all for later.

At that time, the monk walked to Zhijun's house with the starlight.

He knocked on the door for a long time, but no one came to open it for him. Zhijun's mother thought that her daughter-in-law had made another appointment with an adulterous man, so she didn't want to get up and open the door. She was accustomed to the lewd words in her daughter-in-law's room, she never thought of having such a daughter-in-law, just waiting for her son Zhijun to come back and drive this out of the house. Even if her son still didn't listen to her, she still insisted on not wanting this out-of-town woman to the end, and would rather fall out with her son.

Chuanxiang heard the knock on the door for a long time, so he put on a piece of clothing and went out to open the door.

Chuanxiang opened the door and saw a monk standing in front of him. Before she could react, the monk covered Chuanxiang's mouth and nose with a towel. Chuan Xiang immediately became dizzy.

"You female ghost! See how I clean you up! The monk glanced at Zhijun's mother's room, picked up the unconscious Chuanxiang and walked to Chuanxiang's bedroom.

"This a**!" Zhijun's mother heard the sound outside, scolded fiercely, grabbed the quilt and covered her ears to sleep. She didn't understand how her son, who had always been honest and obedient, fell in love with this coquettish woman.

The monk threw Chuanxiang on the bed, his eyes revealing obscenity. The monk unbuttoned the top of the incense, and two fruitful ** jumped into his eyes.

Chuan Xiang begged weakly: "Don't, don't." ”

The monk smiled: "They all said that you killed those men, and today it is my turn to kill you." Hee-hee. He said as he untied his monk's robes. An ugly scar appeared on his chest.

Chuanxiang said weakly: "I'm not a female ghost, don't harm me." ”

The monk pounced on Chuanxiang's body and touched it with both hands. He began to pull on Chuanxiang's pants, gasping and said, "I know you're not a female ghost, if you're a female ghost, do I dare to bully you." Hee-hee, they were all greedy and couldn't eat meat, so they said it was a bowl of bad meat. But they didn't expect me to come and stick a chopstick. Hey, why are you wearing these trouser belts so tightly? ”

"Don't mess around, or don't blame me for being rude." Chuanxiang was overwhelmed by him, and said with a snort.

"What? Do you really want to take my life? Hehe, you said you weren't a female ghost, how could you take my life? The monk said as he withdrew his pants first.

Chuanxiang's hand waved towards the monk's lower body.

"You're scaring me?" The monk said angrily. However, his face immediately changed, and he looked at his blood-covered lower body in horror.

Chuanxiang smiled mockingly and looked at the terrified monk, holding a pair of bloody scissors in his hand. It turned out that she had already touched the scissors for sewing.

"You're coming, you're still coming." Chuanxiang smiled disdainfully, grabbed her shirt with one hand and protected it on her chest.

"Ah......" The monk said a trombone, frightened and urinated, and fled in a hurry, stumbling all the way. His sackcloth shoes, which had been stained by muddy water, had run away and he was running barefoot.

Zhijun's mother heard that the sound outside was different, so she got up to inspect it, and walked to the door of her daughter-in-law, but saw Chuanxiang holding a pair of blood-spattered scissors, and immediately shouted: "Come on!" Kill! ”

The people who were waiting for the news in the house heard the shouts of Zhijun's mother, and hurriedly rushed out, thinking that the monk had successfully killed the female ghost. Grandpa followed their hurried and joyful footsteps and ran to Zhijun's house.

Halfway through, he met a monk who ran naked and lost his shoes, he crashed into the body of the visitor in a panic, his face changed in pain, and begged: "Send me to the hospital quickly, otherwise my life will not be saved." ”

Several people hurriedly helped him up and rushed him to a nearby township hospital. The rest of the people rushed to the place where Zhijun's mother's voice came from.

When everyone broke into Chuanxiang's room, Chuanxiang was still unclothed, holding a pair of scissors dripping with blood in one hand, breathing rapidly, and the anger in his eyes was blazing.

A dozen men looked at Chuanxiang's smooth body with hungry eyes before noticing the sharp scissors.

Hong Dagang shouted: "This female ghost is harming people again!" Even the monks don't let go! Let's go up together and kill this harmful female ghost! ”

As soon as he shouted, more than a dozen men immediately rushed forward. It's too late for Grandpa to stop it. Grandpa shouted, "Don't mess around, things haven't been figured out yet!" But no one heard Grandpa's words.

Dozens of pairs of big hands salivating reached into Chuanxiang's body, some twisted her hands, some held her feet, and many dishonest hands deliberately touched her sensitive parts.

"Stop!" A stern shout. Grandpa said that the sound penetrated everyone's ears at that time, like a lost firefly flying into the ear, and the eardrum shook and itched. It was a focused shout.

Everyone stopped suddenly, not knowing who made this sound. Because these people are from the same village, their voices are very clear to each other, and grandpa's voice can also be discerned in the interactions of the past few days.