Time is tight, and Mo Ye did not communicate with Song Qinghua in advance, but his temporary mother cooperated with him very well.

"I agree with Xiaokai's statement," Song Qinghua said: "Fifth Lao, our family knows our family affairs, so we must not be killed by our family. Why did we go to our family to die?"

Song Qingfu was a little confused.

Song Qinghua simply guided and said, "Did you offend someone in business? We have too many family members and they are not easy to start. We want to send others away before we start? If this is possible, will you send the children out now? Wouldn't you fall into the trap of those people?"

Song Hai and Song Jiang, two sixth-generation Song family members, were originally preparing to take people out to deliver letters, but they were actually scared, but this was their own business. Can others hide?

But when I heard the third aunt's words, I thought it was quite reasonable. It was dark outside. Who knew where there were enemies? If someone could kill these four villagers at will, they would naturally easily kill a few of them.

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt that there were pairs of green eyes staring at them everywhere in the streets and alleys outside, just waiting for them to walk out of the house and fall into the trap.

Mo Wu also said: "Fifth uncle, we stay at our own home, at least ten people are united. I don't believe that there are so many people on the other side. Besides, once we take action, can the villagers in the village still watch our whole family be killed?"

That's right.

If you walk out of the house, if someone is killed, don’t say that the villagers don’t know, or their own family doesn’t know. It’s better to be at home like this, and there are lights in the yard. Can they dare to rush in and kill people like this?

"But...but what should I do if my breasts do?"

Mo Yan and Song Qinghua exchanged glances with each other. Only they knew that this world was actually just a game similar to eating chicken, and these villagers, the Song family, were just NPCs in the game. The game was over, and ten team members decided that the winner would be completely dissipated. The people in front of them were just small codes in the program.

This judgment was inferred by Mo Yan and Song Qinghua based on the fact that everyone has no signal on their mobile phones.

This is just a game between two team members, and no other personnel are allowed to participate, so it is simply and roughly prohibited to make calls.

Song Qinghua said: "It's better to do this. Let's work together to lift the person in the original coffin of my second aunt and carry the second aunt in. Anyway, it's all like this. Even if the police come tomorrow, they can't say anything. Everyone can testify against each other."

"This coffin was originally my second aunt's. How did those two corpses come in is not our family's business? They will check how they will check tomorrow? Anyway, people have died long ago, so the informed guest can also testify about this."

Song Qingfu hesitated for a moment and said in a desperate tone: "Hold it! They can't take the coffin I prepared for my mother and put our old lady outside, right? The families of their families didn't come back and didn't know how to tell them to look for it. If they find our family, they will carry it back? If they can't find it, they will talk about it tomorrow dawn."

How many hours will there be? It will be fine until dawn, and it seems that everyone is sure? The fear and danger hidden in the dark will be invisible in the sun. As long as tomorrow dawn, they will send the second old lady to cremation and burial? Everything will return to normal? Everything today will be like a nightmare and will wake up.

Just saying that, they were carrying the corpse. After all, they were two dead bodies. Everyone looked at each other and refused to step forward.

Song Qinghua rolled up his sleeves and said, "Xiao Kai, come and help!"

"Hey!" Mo Yan agreed very simply? He also looked like he rolled his arms and sleeves.

Song Qingfu was suddenly a little embarrassed? He shouted loudly: "Dahai Erjiang, are you stupid or blind? The men of the Song family are still alive, how can you let your third aunt do this job?"

There was no mention of the nephew Mo Yan, the Song family members present, and how many women were there? Only these people could carry the corpse.

Song Qingfu's brother Song Qingrui circled around and then urged, "Then hurry up, don't be too slow."

At this time, everyone subconsciously looked around like him. Only then did they realize that there was a fog at some point. Everyone was close to the yard and didn't notice it? At this moment, the neighbors were like a layer of hazy gauze, and the people who were far away had become shady.

Everyone was shivering for no reason.

Although it is common to fog in winter? But on such a night? The fog came silently but filled the world in an instant? Song Hai couldn't help but feel scared. If he hadn't heard the third aunt and Xiaokai before, he would take people out with him...

The large number of people is not only powerful, but also has the effect of enhancing courage. So many people gathered around the Song family and carried out the two bodies in the coffin and put the second old lady in it.

But a new problem has come. The second old lady always sits in a sitting position with the paper man. Now she is still sitting in a straight and stiff position when she is put in the coffin. It looks really scary. Everyone looks at each other. No one can do anything about such a thing, so she has to let the old lady sit in the coffin majestic.

Song Jiang murmured in a low voice: "It's great, just ask my mother to look at them and see who dares to harm her descendants!"

The more he said that, the more he felt that he was right, and even his tone became a little sonorous: "Come in if you have the ability, I think he is a hero!"

Mo Wu suddenly realized that this scene was a bit like a work by Master Jin, a tragedy in a certain escort agency, and even Song Jiang said something inexplicably with the smell of the Lin family.

He shook his head and shook off this ominous premonition. They would never be destroyed. Now, in terms of points, the guardian team of the deserted village is higher than the shadow team. In terms of number of people... Mo Yan thought they also had the advantage, because there was a thin monkey in the backyard waiting to rebel into their team!

As for the fat changer, hehe, I believe Mo Yan’s oath is really naive.

You should know that Huang Kai's fifth uncle's house has more than one pig house. Mo Yan did not throw the fat into the pigpen of the thin monkey. He was thrown into the pigpen next to Mo Yan.

Looking at the fat knives who were trampled by a group of pigs but were unable to call for help, Mo Xian would not sympathize with this guy at all.

He had a very good reason. It was because Fat Biao Dao first attacked him in Maolou. Is it still wrong for him to double up now?

Of course, even if there is no such sufficient excuse, Mo Yan will still kill the enemy by any means, be kind and ruthless, betrayal and short-lived; be cruel and ruthless, and be trampled all over the world.

He was born as a bitter gourd, and he was destined not to be stupid and sweet.

The thirteen members of the Song family are now all concentrated in the Ming Dynasty room in the west room, and the door is tied from the inside.
Chapter completed!