Seeing Zhang Zichen and Mo Yifei hugging each other tightly, Mo Qian and Luo Xiaotong finally let out a long breath, their daughter was happy, and they were happy.

"Boss Mo, may I ask these antiques, where should we unload them?" At this time, the driver of the truck came over and asked.

"Oh oh oh!" Mo Qian said, and then instructed the driver, "Master, you just need to unload the things in the courtyard of my villa." ”

"Can you just put them in the yard?" the driver wondered, "These things are worth more than 200 million, aren't you afraid of being stolen?"

"Hahaha!" Mo Qian smiled, "No, no one will come to this place." ”

The driver was wearing a big cotton jacket, he clamped his clothes tightly, and looked around, "Boss Mo, you too, this place is abnormally cold, and I always feel that something bad will happen." If it weren't for a salary, to be honest, I'd come here if I was killed, this place is terrifying!"

"Master, you are smiling, otherwise, you can quickly unload the goods, and then go back to hand over the task to the boss. Mo Qian replied.

"Well, then we'll get out of the yard, and you'll take care of it yourself later." The driver answered, then turned and shouted to the porters, "Brothers, unload the goods in the yard and put them away!"

"Derre!"

"Roger!"

Several porters answered loudly, and began to open the door of the big truck, and they lightly picked up the goods in the car and began to deliver them to the courtyard of the villa.

These more than 70 antiques are still enclosed by a glass cover, which is quite heavy, but the strength of these porters is surprisingly large.

Among them, one of them can carry the glass cover by one person, and as for the larger ones, two or three people, they can always easily carry it to the courtyard.

In less than half an hour, more than 70 antiques were moved from the truck to the courtyard of the villa by the driver and porter.

Although it was winter, after a vigorous exercise, the driver and others were sweating, and only one piece of clothing was left behind.

"Boss Mo, you still have orders, if not, then we will go back and report to the boss. "The driver was a tall, fat man with a fleshy face and a dark complexion.

"It's okay, thank you, you can go back first!" Mo Qian smiled.

"Then let's go first!" the driver responded, beckoning the others to squeeze into the front of the car and start the car.

But just as the driver was about to let go of the handbrake and move forward in gear, a young man suddenly appeared by their window.

From the hot chat between this young man and Mo Qian's family just now, the driver learned that this young man was Mo Qian's son-in-law.

Therefore, this young man is also a rich man and cannot be lazy.

"Boss, what's the matter?" the driver laughed.

"That, master, there is no peace along the way, I will send you a peace charm. As long as you put it in the front of the car, you will definitely leave the area safely and return to the city. "This young man is Zhang Zichen.

Zhang Zichen took into account that the yin qi around this mountain raises ghosts, and ghosts are easy to make trouble, and there are no talismans and Buddha statues in this truck, so he is afraid that it will be easy for ghosts to take advantage of it, so he gave the driver a safety talisman.

Looking at the talisman handed over by Zhang Zichen, the driver was stunned for a moment, but he still took the talisman, and then smiled with a smile on his face: "Thank you boss, thank you for your concern!"

"No thanks!" Zhang Zichen said with a smile.

Then, the driver let go of the handbrake, put up gear, and the big truck began to walk down the hill.

When the truck drove down the hill, the driver stuck his head out of the window and spat on the hill: "What kind of people are I? ”

"That's it, it's still such a big boss, it's really infuriating!" someone responded.

"Don't blame others, when we move things for others, we don't see anyone tipping us.

"That's right, should people give us a reward if they are big bosses and rich people?"

There were five or six people crowded in the front of the car, and they began to make a lot of noise.

Suddenly, the driver yelled, "Okay, okay, everyone, stop arguing, what's the point!?"

After a loud shout from the driver, the front of the car fell silent.

Then, the driver took out the peace talisman that Zhang Zichen stuffed to him just now, shook it a few times with one hand, and was angry: "Just now I thought that the young man was going to give us a reward, even if it was a hundred per person, it would be enough for us to have a big meal, but who knows, he actually stuffed me with a useless talisman, it was too superstitious." ”

"Man, don't be superstitious or superstitious, sometimes there are things in this world that we don't know. The speaker was a fifty-year-old man, and everyone called him Lao Liutou.

"Old Liu Tou, I don't like to hear what you say, what's the use of this talisman? I can't pay it back!"

Seeing this, Lao Liu Tou hurriedly stopped it, but the driver had already torn up the peace charm and threw it out of the window.

The torn peace charm fluttered through the wind outside the window.

Among them, three or two torn talisman horns seemed to have eyes, and they flew in from the window again and fell on Lao Liutou's body.

Lao Liu Tou picked up these fragments of Dao talismans with his fingers, put them in the palm of his hand, and said with some distress: "Why am you disobedient to me? Can this peace talisman be torn apart? There will be retribution if you tear it up!"

The driver snorted coldly: "What kind of retribution will there be? I don't believe in these superstitions! If there is retribution, come! Come and retribution now!"

As soon as the driver finished, he noticed that it was dark in front of him.

Where is this?

The driver was confused, and his truck was still driving along a concrete road, but now the whole space, except for this concrete road, everything else was pitch black.

Then, the driver saw countless unjust ghosts floating throughout the space, and these unjust ghosts, with their teeth and claws, rushed towards his truck.

The next day, the wagon was found in a river next to the road, and strangely enough, the whole wagon was in a sealed state, soaked in the river for a day and a night, and there was still a survivor.

This survivor was Lao Liu Tou, and until Lao Liu Tou was sent to the hospital for rescue, the doctors found that he was holding three torn yellow papers tightly in his hands.

No one knew what this yellow paper was, only Lao Liu Tou knew in his heart that it was a fragment of a peace charm.

If it hadn't been for Crash Machine's insistence on tearing up and throwing away the peace charm, I'm afraid they would all be living well now.

Life is often just a thought, Lao Liu Tou sighed, those are young children!

These are the later words, let's take a look at the situation of Zhang Zichen and others on the mountain.