He Xiaoman's heart tightened.

If the bag was given to Beard, she would have nothing to rely on.

But if you don't give it, it's easy for the other party to fall out immediately, and her end doesn't seem to be bright.

In fact, what made He Xiaoman most uneasy was that the Ghost King completely lost contact after he arrived here. The bulletin board even gave He Xiaoman a pop-up window in a good mood, and there was no news about the Ghost King as if he was dead.

It seemed that the dark green river pebble that He Xiaoman threw into the bag was really just a river pebble.

If he hadn't been thrown into such an unknown village in the blink of an eye, if he hadn't been able to check the progress of his mission on the bulletin board, He Xiaoman would have suspected that the ghost king might have disappeared or been reincarnated.

Poor He Xiaoman, the former Lan Beer destroyer, since he lost his job of carrying beer boxes and leading a full-time alcohol guard, he has been running around all day to make a living, helping cremate ghosts and moving their graves, assisting in reincarnations, and responsible for searching for people.

Looking at the impatient beard and the flip-flops next to him with eager eyes constantly wandering around his body, He Xiaoman felt that his strange skills had increased.

Gritting her teeth, she refused to believe that the ghost king brought her here with great fanfare just to kill her.

He Xiaoman obediently put his treasure bag into the bearded hand, and said with half fear and half expectation: "Why don't you have a mobile phone signal here? Is there a landline that can help me contact my colleagues? I won't let you

Help for free and I will reward you."

The bearded man ignored He Xiaoman, but turned the treasure bag upside down and poured out everything.

He rummaged through the items and suddenly looked at He Xiaoman with a mocking smile: "Do I need to bring this with me when I go out with my colleagues?"

He threw aside the kitchen knife and pepper spray.

"Hehe, hehe, well... you have to be on guard against others."

I’m depressed because Mao’s own gold finger can’t give her a carry-on space. I miss her He Xiaoman, Dangtang Lanbei Yihuahua. It’s really embarrassing to carry an extra-large bone-chopped plate with her.

"Yeah, I was so prepared that I was left on the river beach and didn't know anything else."

The bearded man was even more sarcastic. Unlike his rough and arrogant appearance, this man was actually very perceptive. He immediately dug into the little contradictions in He Xiaoman's words.

"Uh... I don't know either, I really don't know..."

He Xiaoman wrung his fingers uneasily, secretly glad that she had thrown away her down jacket early, otherwise this guy would have made so many fuss on a piece of clothing.

What kind of village is this? There is a security room-like place at the door. The villagers have to go out to wash vegetables and clothes, and the people escorting them are armed with weapons and weapons in their waists.

The key is that vigilance is still so high.

The more He Xiaoman recalled everything she saw in this village, the weirder she felt. Now she really regretted her impulsive act of throwing herself into a trap.

Whether it was the thin bamboo pole who had been her bodyguard before or the man in this security room, they all looked anxious and wanted to pounce on women when they saw them. No farmer in any village was like this!

"Tell me, who sent you here?"

Beardbeard looked at He Xiaoman's things for a long time, but couldn't find anything really suspicious. Many girls now carry anti-wolf spray, but the kitchen knife is quite different.

If you switch to a Swiss Army Knife or a fruit knife, you may be less confused about having a beard.

A little girl who looked quite fashionable in her clothes was holding a kitchen knife to defend herself, which looked a bit awkward no matter how you looked at it.

He Xiaoman blinked his eyes innocently, gradually becoming frightened and helpless under the gaze of the bearded eagle-like eyes: "No one sent me here, I don't even know where your place is. Is it under the control of China?"

"Little girl, if you are really lost, then I can guarantee that this is the happiest place for you, but if you lie to me, this will be your hell." The bearded man fiddled with the dagger in his hand, threw it high and caught it.

Throw it high and catch it again.

He Xiaoman had been hoping that he would fail, and then he might be able to take advantage of the chaos and escape.

The bearded man's gaze was like a knife, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth. He suddenly raised his hand and plunged the dagger into the flip-flops of the man lying on the bamboo bed with a "snatching" sound.

The man jumped up in fear and found that the dagger was only stuck on the sole of the flip-flop, not even punctured.

I don’t know if it was because he was frightened, but his flip-flop voice was a bit sharp. He pointed his dark fingers at his beard and cursed loudly. The beard didn’t take it seriously. Instead, he stared at He Xiaoman with cold eyes and said word by word: "

Your kitchen knife is not as good as mine."

He Xiaoman tried his best to look pitiful and innocent: "Brother, my kitchen knife is not for you. To tell you the truth, all the money I have is gone. You can see it when I just checked my things."

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There was no need to carry so much money around all day in Wayao Town, so He Xiaoman put all his bankbooks and bank cards in the study. No one could enter that place except himself. He Xiaoman did not expect that the Ghost King's trip was about

When she left, she only had less than a hundred yuan in cash in her treasure bag.

"If I hadn't been unable to get through on the phone, I would have called the police."

Flip-Flop, who had recovered, cursed at He Xiaoman in even worse Chinese: "Stupid girl, you can't do anything with your hair. If you can call the police, you'll be safe."

This man's Mandarin suddenly reminded He Xiaoman of the accent of the Thai internet celebrity tour guide Amei, which was also quite similar to the Mandarin accent from Fujian, Guangdong and Guangxi.

He Xiaoman nodded good-naturedly, "Thank you, I don't want to end up in this hellish place like you."

The information revealed in this man's words made He Xiaoman's heart sink.

If what he said is true, then firstly, this place should not be radiated by satellite signals or be artificially shielded. Secondly, this place is either high in mountains and far away from the police, or the village is very special, and someone can influence the government.

There are almost no people in China who dare to speak like this. He Xiaoman has been able to confirm that this is not an area that belongs to China.

With the strengthening of national power and the continuous expansion of external influence, many countries and regions in the world have begun to learn Chinese as a relatively important language. There are also some places that have always used Chinese because they were affiliated with China in ancient times or other factors.

, using Chinese textbooks and currency, and even calling themselves Han Chinese.

He Xiaoman was stunned. She remembered why the vast sea of ​​flowers in the fields outside looked a little weird.

His uncle is so stupid, I suddenly don’t want to know where this place is!
Chapter completed!