The poor ghost wandered around, looking at it in amazement, sometimes licking his lips, sometimes frowning, sometimes showing a strong and painful state, as if he himself was swallowing bitter medicine again and again, and receiving subcutaneous injections again and again.

As for drugs and injections, the poor ghost seems to understand it or not, so in his imagination, he feels very bitter and painful, no less than the punishment of hell.

There were so many villagers that the doctors were busy for about twenty-five minutes before all the villagers present could swallow the pills and inject the liquid.

When the last villager took two pills, the poor ghost noticed that the county magistrate seemed to be smiling smugly, and felt something strange and uncomfortable, so he prepared to punish him slightly.

The poor ghost's heart moved, his long hair shook violently, and a yin wind drove the ten pills in the palm of a male doctor's hand, which immediately floated into the county magistrate's mouth, and slipped into the esophagus and into the abdomen.

The county magistrate was shocked, but he was not at a loss, bent down and pretended to cough, avoiding everyone's gaze, stretched out his fingers to disturb his throat, and wanted to vomit the pill, but only vomited a few traces of saliva, and the pill was long gone.

The poor ghost laughed dumbly, and said to himself: "You are the boss, whether it is poisonous or not, you should eat a few more." How's it going? It doesn't taste good, and you're not afraid of viruses?"

The magistrate straightened his waist and walked towards the male doctor who became stunned after the pill in his hand disappeared, and whispered: "Hurry up and give me a rescue shot, otherwise you won't be able to eat and walk around!"

The male doctor came to his senses, hurriedly said three "yes", and then busily shook his head and said, "No, no, no, the antidote is still in the county, and I forgot to bring it!"

"Hmph, tonight the police and doctors are against me, lawlessness, and I have to take care of it in the future. The county magistrate's face was very ugly, as if his wife was flirting with the driver in front of him, "How long can I last?"

The bewildered doctor's lips trembled, and he said with a professional calmness: "Ten ...... More than ten minutes. ”

"Enough. Wait a minute, make sure to wake me up first. The county magistrate's face softened a little, turned around and whispered to the broad-faced director: "Wait a while, the affairs at the scene will be commanded by you and the secretary of the Political and Legal Committee, and everything ......will be carried out as originally planned."

The director nodded repeatedly, a little confused.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng was suspicious and reborn, and secretly thought to himself in shock: "Could it be that they have devised a conspiracy and tricks to give poison to these simple-hearted old and coarse people? Hmph, the design of the officials harms the people, and the ghosts are not used to it, and when they die in a while, I will be the first to crush your throat! The people I saved were killed by you, didn't Lao Tzu want both people and money? Lao Tzu used to be afraid of officials, but now he is more and more afraid of them -- I am afraid of good officials, but I am not afraid of bad officials!"

The county magistrate didn't know that there was a nosy ghost standing next to him, patting his fat belly, trying his best to pretend to be calm, and said loudly to everyone: "I have been in charge of everything in the past few days, I can't sleep well, I can't eat, my body can't bear it, I'm about to collapse, I'm about to go to rest! Secretary Shen of the Political and Legal Committee, you can arrange and direct the affairs here! Director Fan, those people in the village who stayed at home and didn't come out to be tested for the virus, you should bring your brothers and invite them all, and not a single one can be missed! Remember: You can't take a stitch from the common people! You can't kiss the people and touch the people......"

Speaking of this, I still wanted to talk highly, yawned three times in a row, and walked to my car with a gloomy face.

The driver, who is good at seeing the opportunity, has opened the door first, and is respectfully ready to welcome the county magistrate of Wanxiangtong to get into the car.

"What? Boss is going to run away?" The poor ghost was puzzled, scratched his scalp, and saw that a doctor was about to put down the syringe that still contained the liquid, and waved his hair, and the syringe flew out of his hand, and stabbed deeply into the buttocks of the county magistrate, and the liquid trickled into it.

"Ouch!" the county magistrate exclaimed, reached out and touched his buttocks, pulled out the syringe and looked at it, but he was shocked again, smashed it on the ground, and muttered: "What's wrong today? ”

There were a large number of adults, Wan Xiangtong didn't pay much attention to it, climbed into the car awkwardly, sat in the middle row seat with the highest safety factor, not afraid of the impact from behind, and not afraid of the collision in front, closed his eyes, breathed heavily, and waited for the care of the little nurse.

At the same time, on the court and on the grass, the villagers shouted "so sleepy", staggering, dizzy, unable to care about any decency, lying down horizontally, snoring and falling asleep one by one......

After a short time, all the villagers who swallowed the pills and injected the liquid medicine were crooked and fell asleep.

What a wonderful and strange scene: men and women, old and young, or curled up, or upright, or prostrate, or lying on their backs, the curtain is on the ground, people are lying on the ground, and all kinds of instruments are also lying on the ground.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng looked around, vaguely understood something, and said secretly: "Have you taken drowsiness medicine? Yes, sleeping pills!"

He suddenly felt a wave of anger, and then a wave of fear, and his brow furrowed, and he was overwhelmed.

What kind of thing is a ghost? The most terrible thing is people -- ghosts don't deceive people, but people deceive people!

Secretary of the Political and Legal Committee, a middle-aged man with a wide body and a fat body and a dark face, walked to the field unhurriedly, looked around unhurriedly, and ordered unhurriedly: "Carry them all into the car, be careful, don't hurt anyone!"

The four policemen looked around vigilantly with their guns in their hands to prevent accidents, and the rest of the policemen all immediately took action, either on their backs, or in their arms, or in two people, and cautiously got the villagers one by one to the large passenger car, and fastened their seat belts one by one.

It didn't take long for the villagers who were sleeping on the ground, without exception, to sleep crookedly in the car.

After a short time, the police ran and went from house to house, bringing three children, four elderly people, and a woman who had just given birth to a child for three days into the car.

The police chief sat in the front police car, which slowly drove and led the way out of the village.

The county magistrate lay asleep, and two doctors, a man and a woman, kept wiping their faces and breasts with towels soaked in cold water, and the car started and followed closely behind the police car, and also set off in the thick twilight.

The rest of the large passenger vehicles full of villagers were also slowly started......

"Who pays Lao Tzu's wages?" The poor ghost Mao Changsheng looked at dementia for a while, and suddenly came to his senses, and found that the villagers he had saved during the day were about to go away, thinking of the wages, he couldn't bear to get up, and floated to the window of the county magistrate's car, showing the shadow of a ghost, and said viciously, "If you don't pay the salary, Lao Tzu will pinch you to death first!"

When the words fell, he grabbed the county magistrate's neck.

At the moment when the ghost claw was about to grasp the county magistrate's neck, a slippery and thick rope suddenly flew in, wrapping around the ghost claw of the poor dead ghost like a snake, and then slammed it back, and the poor dead ghost involuntarily flew back upside down, like a cloud of smoke blown by the wind.

Who has such great ability?