I heard Wang Guilin say before that when he was young, he worked hard outside. When he got old, he returned to his hometown and helped people in the village build bridges and pave roads. He also gave money to the elderly and people in the village to improve their lives. He did a lot of good things.ъìqυgΕtv.℃

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

But just now Uncle Huzi and I heard what the villagers who were leaving whispered, and we didn't expect that they would have such an attitude.

The most irritating thing is that an old man walking by me said angrily: "When you get rich, you go to the village to show off. Isn't it just that you have two stinky money? What are you talking about?"

People who have good intentions but do bad things, thinking that they are rich people who come back to the village to show off, what kind of psychology is this?

When Uncle Hu Zi heard this, he curled his lips and said to me: "Master, why are the people in this village like this? Old Wangtou is a nice person. He often gives money to the people in the village and builds bridges and paves roads.

I didn’t pay you when I came to the village to do something this time. Is this your attitude?”

I smiled and said: "Uncle Huzi, there is a saying that goes: rice rises with kindness and rice hates hatred. In the past, Wang Guilin would give out money every time he went to the village, so the village naturally treated him as a distinguished guest, but once he didn't

If they give, or if they give less, they will feel uncomfortable, and even have some hatred for Wang Guilin. In the hearts of these people, they feel that Wang Guilin is very rich and it is right for him to give money to the villagers. Who asked him to start from

He came out of this village."

"Giving is a matter of affection, but not giving is a duty. Rich people's money does not come from strong winds. Why do you have to give it to them every time you come? They have no hands and feet and can't make money? 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 their troubles, but I seem to feel something. Maybe the Wang family is entangled by dirty things, and it is really inseparable from this village.

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The two of us talked and walked straight towards the village.

The village chief greeted Wang Guilin's family, talking and laughing all the way, and they looked very harmonious.

Not long after, we were greeted into a newly built large tile-roofed house in the village.

What's interesting is that most of the houses in this village are old houses, but this one looks to be newly built. It is spacious and bright, has a large door to accompany the room, and looks very grand.

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

It seems that the village chief's family is quite wealthy. I wonder if Wang Guilin gave it to him.

The village chief had already prepared a sumptuous dinner, including chicken and fish, with more than twenty dishes on the table. He warmly greeted Wang Guilin and his family for dinner, and also greeted the two of us by the way.

By this time, it was already dark.

In fact, I really want to ask Wang Guilin where the scene that appeared in his dream was. I did not see the old locust tree in his dream.

But the village chief kept pestering Wang Guilin to chat, calling him "old uncle" with a friendly and flattering face, which made Wang Guilin very useful.

As soon as Uncle Huzi saw the food on the table, he started to show off his skills and ate it like crazy.

I was also hungry, and I was in trouble with Uncle Hu Zi.

We were eating here when suddenly, a man burst into the courtyard of the village chief's house and shouted in a crying voice: "Village Chief, something happened to that bridge again, someone died!"

"Why are you so anxious? Can't you see that I am entertaining distinguished guests? What happened again?" The village chief stood up and said impatiently.

"It's your son Tiezhu. He drove his car and fell into the river. He was just rescued by the villagers. He seems to be out of breath!" the man said anxiously.

After hearing this, the village chief swayed and almost fainted. He slapped his thigh and rushed towards the gate without caring about entertaining Wang Guilin.

We didn't expect such a thing to happen, so we all got up and followed the village chief and ran outside.

When we came, we came in from the east side of the village, and we saw the village chief walking quickly towards the west side of the village.

After about ten minutes, 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 the one in Wang Guilin's dream.

It seems to be correct, this place is the west end of the village.

The group passed through the old locust tree, and then I saw a river, exactly like the river in the dream.

The only thing that was different from Wang Guilin's dream was that there was now a bridge on the river, which looked quite new.

It's just that the bridge looks a little dilapidated at the moment, and the railings on the bridge are broken in several places.

And in the river under the bridge, there was a brand new car floating in the water, with only the roof exposed.

Many villagers gathered on the river bank, talking about each other. Among the villagers, there were two wet people, a man and a woman, who looked very young, lying motionless on the ground.

I looked at the bridge and felt that something was not right, so I opened my eyes and looked at the bridge carefully again. I suddenly felt a surge of resentment. There was no strong resentment on the entire bridge.

Wrapped in red evil spirit.

This strong evil spirit startled me, and my resentment was as deep as that of the ghost couple.

While I was looking at the bridge, the village chief had already squeezed through the crowd, walked towards the two people lying on the shore, hugged the male corpse among them, and howled loudly: "

Tiezhu, how many times have I told you not to walk on this bridge, why don’t you listen..."

The village chief cried heartbreakingly, dying.

I quickly locked my eyes on those two people, so I took Uncle Hu Zi and walked over there.

After finally squeezing in, I approached the village chief and said, "Don't cry yet. I'll see if anyone can be saved."

Upon hearing this, the village chief quickly let go of the man in his arms and let him lie flat on the ground.

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

I first felt his pulse, then put my hand on his Tianling Cap and felt it carefully.

After a while, I couldn't help but feel a tremor in my heart. Not only did this man make no sound, but his soul also collapsed. He was so dead that there was no possibility of survival.

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

This woman was also very young, probably less than twenty years old, and she was quite healthy. Her condition was much better than that of the village chief's son. Although she was not breathing, her pulse was still beating slightly, so I didn't dare to delay and quickly

He took the silver needle from Uncle Huzi's hand and inserted it into several large acupuncture points on her body. He then stretched out a hand and placed it on her heart, pressing it hard.
Chapter completed!