I heard Wang Guilin say before that when he was young, he worked hard outside. When he was old, he returned home in glory, helped the villagers build bridges and roads, and gave money to the elderly and the villagers to improve their lives. He did a lot of good things.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

I thought everyone in the village would be very grateful to Wang Guilin.

But just now, Uncle Huzi and I heard the whispers of the villagers who left, but we didn't expect that they had this attitude.

The most annoying thing is that an old man who walked past me said angrily: "When you get rich, you will show off in the village. Isn't it just that you have two stinky money, why are you showing off?"

Good intentions and bad things were done, thinking that the rich people returned to the village to show off. What is this mentality?

When Uncle Huzi heard this, he curled his lips and said to me: "Young Master, why are the people in this village like this? Lao Wang is a good man. He often gives money to the people in the village and builds bridges and roads. This time he comes to the village to do business and doesn't pay for it. That's the attitude?"

I smiled and said, "Uncle Huzi, there is a saying that is called Shengmien Dou Miqiu. In the past, Wang Guilin gave money every time he went to the village, so the village naturally treated him as a distinguished guest. However, as long as he didn't give it once, or gave it less, they felt uncomfortable and even hated Wang Guilin. In the hearts of these people, they felt that Wang Guilin was very rich, and it was appropriate for him to give money to the villagers. Who told him to go out of this village?"

"Give it is love, not giving it is duty, and the money of rich people is not blown by the strong wind. Why do you have to give it to them every time you come? Are they not able to make money by themselves without hands? No wonder this village is so poor." Uncle Huzi said angrily.

"Okay, let's not worry about the affairs in their village. We are here to help the Wang family solve the problem. But I seem to feel something. Perhaps the Wang family is entangled with dirty things, which is really inseparable from this village."

As we spoke, we walked straight towards the village.

The village chief greeted Wang Guilin's family and talked and laughed all the way, looking very harmonious.

Soon, we were greeted to a newly built large tile house in the village.

Interestingly, most of the houses in this village are old houses, but only this one looks newly built, spacious and bright, with a large door to match a room, which looks very grand.

This house should belong to the village chief’s house.

It seems that the village chief’s family is quite rich, I wonder if it was given to him by Wang Guilin.

The village chief had prepared a sumptuous dinner, including chickens and fish, and more than twenty dishes on a table. He warmly greeted Wang Guilin's family for dinner, and also invited us to the two of us.

At this time, it was already dark.

Actually, I really want to ask Wang Guilin where the scene that appeared in his dream was. I didn’t see the old locust tree in his dream.

However, the village chief kept pestering Wang Guilin and chatting, calling him uncle one by one. His so kind and flattering face made Wang Guilin very helpful.

When Uncle Huzi saw the food on the table, he began to show off his skills and started to eat and stuff it.

I was hungry, and I was swept the wind with Uncle Huzi.

We were eating here, and suddenly, a man suddenly broke into the yard of the village chief's house and shouted in a crying voice: "Guardian, something happened to the bridge again, and someone died!"

"What are you worried about? Can't you see me being entertained by a distinguished guest? What happened again?" the village chief stood up and said impatiently.

"It was your son Tiezhu who drove into the river and was rescued by the villagers. He seemed to be out of breath!" The man said anxiously.

Hearing this, the village chief shook his body and almost fainted. He slapped his thighs, and he didn't care about entertaining Wang Guilin, and rushed towards the gate.

We didn't expect this to happen, so we stood up one after another and ran outside with the village chief.

When we came, we came in from the east of the village. We saw that the village chief was walking quickly towards the west of the village.

About ten minutes later, we arrived at the west side of the village.

When I got here, I suddenly felt that the scene here looked familiar because I saw an old locust tree with lush branches and leaves.

This old locust tree is exactly the same as Wang Guilin's dream.

It seems that it is right, this place is the west end of the village.

The group passed through the old locust tree, and then I was in a river, exactly the same as the river in my dream.

The only difference from Wang Guilin's dream is that a bridge was built on the river surface, which looked quite new.

However, the bridge looks a bit broken at the moment, and the railings on the bridge deck are broken several times.

And in the river below the bridge, a brand new car was floating in the water, revealing only one roof.

There were many villagers gathering on the river bank, talking a lot. Among the villagers, there were two wet people, one man and one woman, who looked very young and lay motionless on the ground.

I looked at the bridge and felt something was wrong, so I opened my eyes directly and looked at the bridge again. I felt a surge of resentment, and the entire bridge was not wrapped in a strong red evil spirit.

This rich evil spirit scared me, and the resentment was so deep that I almost caught up with the ghost couple.

Just as I was looking at the bridge, the village chief had already squeezed out the crowd and walked towards the two people lying on the shore. He hugged the male corpse among them and cried loudly: "Tiezhu, how many times have I told you, don't walk from this bridge, why don't you listen..."

The village chief cried heartbrokenly and died.

I quickly locked my eyes on the two people, so I took Uncle Hu Zi toward the other side.

After finally rushing in, I came to the village chief and said, "Don't cry for now, let me see if there is any help from others."

When the village chief heard this, he quickly let go of the person in his arms and let him lie flat on the ground.

The person lying on the ground looked in his twenties, his face turned purple, his eyes were still open, and his face was a little distorted.

I first looked at his pulse, then placed my hand on his Tianling cover and sensed it carefully.

After a moment, my heart trembled. Not only did this man lose any sound, but his soul was disintegrated. He died in a clear way and there was no possibility of survival.

I shook my head and looked at the woman lying beside me.

This woman is also very young, probably less than twenty years old, and she is pretty well-behaved. Her condition is much better than the village chief’s son. Although she was no longer breathing, her pulse was still beating slightly, so I didn’t dare to delay. I quickly took the silver needle from Uncle Huzi’s hand, inserted it into several large holes on her body, and stretched out a hand and placed it in her heart, pressing it hard.
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