"Jing Ye, there are two dead people in the car!"

"There's a box of cigarettes!"

"Dayang, wow, what a lot of money!"

"Peel off your clothes, take them back and wash them and wear them..."

Zhao Jingyang took the bucktooth out of the woods and heard Sanmao shouting about clothes. It is a chestnut in your hand, and it is three cents and three feet high.

"Ouch!"

"Ouch!" Zhao Jingyang said: "It's all blood, wash a wool." Put it back and burn it later! ”

Sanmao touched his bare head, reluctantly, and threw a few freshly peeled and blood-stained clothes back into the car.

Zhao Jingyang put the bucktooth flat on the road, tore open the rotten pants of the bucktooth, took a closer look, and his expression was slightly relaxed: "Don't hum, like a pig." It didn't hit the vital point, and the bullet pierced out. ”

As he spoke, he tore off his sleeves, twisted them into strips of cloth, and tied his thighs: "Go back to the pharmacy and grab a few herbs, and I will prepare you a golden sore ointment, which will be fine in seven or eight days." ”

Bucktooth's eyes were red, and I didn't know whether it was pain or emotion—as a street child, no one ever cared about their life or death.

"Jing Ye, you are so good."

Zhao Jingyang slapped him on the back of the head: "Shut up, you kid is not a woman, this is a cold sound." ”

At this time when dealing with the bucktooth gunshot wound, the boys have finished touching the corpse inside and out. Summed up, there were more than a dozen oceans, a pocket watch, two boxes of cigarettes, foreign fire, and a small box.

Zhao Jingyang unceremoniously put Dayang and the pocket watch in his arms, threw the cigarette back into the car, and threw the foreign fire, that is, the match, into his pocket.

Then he looked at the small box.

Zhao Jingyang squatted down, glanced at the woman next to him who was holding her arms and seemed to be trembling, and then opened the box.

First there were a few women's clothes, cheongsam, skirts or something, and then a jewelry box, which opened to some gold, silver and jade ornaments.

Finally, at the bottom of the box were a few small golden yellow croakers.

Gold bar.

Ten of them!

A small yellow croaker is a tael of gold, worth forty pieces of ocean. Ten small yellow croakers are four hundred pieces of ocean!

The boys had hooks growing out of their eyes, and they stared at the gold bars with brushes, and they couldn't stop swallowing their saliva.

"Where's the little yellow croaker!"

Sanmao scratched his head: "I've heard them say it, but I haven't seen it." How many flatbread fritters do you have to buy?! ”

Zhao Jingyang slapped Sanmao and staggered: "Can you have some interest?" Full of flatbread fritters! ”

As he spoke, he closed the box and handed it to Sanmao to hold, then walked to the car, found the fuel tank, and released the oil inside.

"Stand back."

Zhao Jingyang took out a match, wiped out a spark, and landed on the oil that leaked to the ground with a snap of his fingers. There was a boom, and the fire was blazing.

He said, "Collect some firewood for Lao Tzu and raise ashes for these dead ghosts." ”

"Good Ratcha!"

The boys laughed and ran into the woods, and after a while, each came out with a crisp branch. Zhao Jingyang grabbed it and threw it all away.

The fire burned more and more.

Seeing that the car was full of dry firewood, Zhao Jingyang waved his hand: "Let's go." ”

"Where's the fish!" Sanmao's big eyes flickered.

"Fish yarn." Zhao Jingyang pressed his head and walked across the road: "Go home first!" ”

Just now, when the gunshots rang out, one or two of them lost their baskets, and all the fish fell into the grass. The black lights in the woods are blind, is it possible to find them one by one?

Moreover, there are dead people here, and the fire is burning, so it is not advisable to stay for a long time.

Ten small yellow croakers, make a lot of money, just a few hundred catties of fish, and lose them.

The boys trotted across the road into the woods across the road; Zhao Jingyang walked at the back as always—but the woman followed at this time.

Zhao Jingyang's heart turned, and he understood a little, and asked, "It seems that you are still the one who is going to be killed tonight?" ”

If this woman was all the way to the person who died in the hands of Zhao Jingyang, then she shouldn't have reacted like she is now.

or begging for mercy - if she was one of those guys and an eyewitness, she should be worried about Zhao Jingyang killing her mouth - in fact, Zhao Jingyang thought so in his heart.

This is a ten-mile ocean field on the beach, the lights are bright and green, and all kinds of demons and monsters come and go; But there are very few people who can drive a car. Like Zhao Jingyang's current 'little deflated three' road, if someone grabs the horse's feet and finds it, I am afraid it will be uncomfortable.

Or to be vain, or to move out of the backer to threaten him, or to use her beauty to save her life - but this woman did nothing, not a word.

Zhao Jingyang raised her legs here to leave, and she followed.

"Yes, maybe he still wants my flesh and skin." There was no expression on her face, but there was a hint of self-deprecation in her eyes.

Zhao Jingyang laughed, stretched out his fingers and hooked the woman's smooth and small chin: "It's very good-looking." ”

He said, "I'm short of a warm bed, why don't you do it?" ”

The woman pursed her lips and did not speak.

Zhao Jingyang nodded, broke off a branch on the side of the road, walked to the blazing fire, picked up a few burning dry firewood, and flew down into the woods opposite.

It is when the autumn is high and the weather is dry, and you have to worry about a fire when the sparks fall, let alone the burning dry firewood?

The dead leaves in the woods were quickly ignited, and the flames began to erupt.

"I was going to destroy the flowers with my hands and burn them along with the fish that were lost. But who let Lao Tzu pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, let's go. ”

Zhao Jingyang is not a rough man.

Those fish are clues, it's good to burn them all together - as for the fire in this forest, Zhao Jingyang doesn't care.

The woman secretly swallowed her saliva, and secretly said that this guy was also ruthless, her delicate body trembled slightly, followed Zhao Jingyang, and got into the forest.

Women wear high heels, which may be fun at times, but are an obstacle right now. I accidentally fell down.

Zhao Jingyang didn't care about him.

The woman gritted her teeth, took off her high heels, and staggered after them.

...

The so-called 'home' is Zhao Jingyang's foothold in the slum behind the train station - the area is not small, almost half an acre of land and a yard - it is very dilapidated.

It is the ancestral property of the predecessor of this body.

But the ex is not a thing, the family has taken all the valuable cigarettes, and the house has not been repaired for at least seven or eight years.

The yard is like a wild field, and when you enter the gate, except for a path in the middle, the weeds in the rest of the place can flood up to your waist.

Earlier, the yard was not open to the street children of Sanmao, even if it was dilapidated. After Zhao Jingyang occupied this body, this became the 'home' of the homeless children under his hands.

It was past midnight, and the faint moonlight was shining, and the scene in the courtyard could be seen clearly.

"Let's all rest and get up early tomorrow morning." Zhao Jingyang said: "Leprosy and Sanmao take care of the buckteeth, and I will go to the pharmacy to grab medicine." ”

As he spoke, he led the woman through the front yard to the backyard. Pointing to the only room that was still clean and neat, he said, "Go and rest by yourself." ”

Then he pointed to the well not far away: "Wash up and fetch water for yourself." ”

The woman pursed her lips.

Zhao Jingyang turned around and walked out.