As he spoke, he cried bitterly, knelt down and grabbed Ding Li's trousers: "Brother Ding, you must save me. It doesn't matter if I die, but I don't want to have to suffer in the eighteenth level of hell after death. Brother Ding..."
"Okay, I will definitely help you. What happened to Brother Lin!"
"I don't know, I don't know!" Lin Shanke kept saying over and over again that he would only get retribution if he desecrated the hero's body.
This made Ding Li smile bitterly, but Wang Yajun went up and said softly: "Brother Lin, that hero? Did you desecrate the body of that hero?"
Lin Shanke lay limp on the ground, as if all his energy and energy had been drained from his body: "Isn't the man who killed so many Japanese devils a hero? I want to kowtow to him a few times. We mountaineers are greedy for money and are not human beings."
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Wang Yajun glanced at Ding Li worriedly. Lin Shanke was already talking nonsense: "I'll call an ambulance!"
Ding Li nodded. He suddenly thought of something and asked, "Brother Lin, are there Japanese corpses in that side hole?"
"Yes, many Japanese died, more than a dozen Japanese died! They were all killed by heroes, they must have been killed by heroes. We are not human, and we even swept his bones to the ground.
He even stepped on it. This must be retribution, retribution... Please help us bury our hero properly and atone for our sins... Please..."
Huang Yue shook his head slightly and couldn't ask any more questions. Seeing Lin Shanke's behavior, who knows what else might happen if he continues to ask questions? And it seemed that if he continued to ask them, they wouldn't be able to find out anything.
Ding Li nodded, filled with doubts. Why did hundreds of Qing soldiers die in that deserted cave in the Qinling Mountains? Why did the Japanese die there hundreds of years later? Where did these people go?
What are you going to do in Qinling Mountains?
To be honest, the Qinling Mountains is not a strategic location at all. Why are these people going crazy to die there?
And the previous owner of this dagger... Ding Li gently pulled out the dagger. The dagger emitted white light and stretched and contracted, like a snake. It could be seen clearly with the naked eye. This was similar to what was described in many martial arts novels.
The sword energy is the same.
But Ding Li knew that this was not the case. It was because the aura of the dagger itself was not stable yet, so it looked like it was spitting out white light. When will the white light become stable, would the dagger really be considered a success?
Who is the owner of this dagger? In a ghost cave deep in the mountains, he killed more than a dozen elite and heavily armed Japanese soldiers. If you think about it, this ability would not be that of an ordinary person. At least he, Ding Li, would definitely do it.
Less than...
"Let me see..." Huang Yue took the dagger and looked at it twice, then suddenly shouted in surprise: "Gift from Zhongshan Woodcutter!"
Ding Li also came over to take a look. There were several characters on the dagger, but Ding Li never recognized it. Now that he heard Huang Yue call him, he was a little puzzled: "Zhongshan Woodcutter Gift? Why a four-character name?"
Sounds like Japanese?" Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a little grudge against the dagger.
Huang Yue cursed loudly: "You are an ignorant and shameless bastard. If you were my apprentice, I would have beaten you to death!"
Ding Li is even more depressed. Why is old man Huang Yue so crazy? Why are you so excited?
"This is the dagger Mr. Zhongshan gave to others. You bastard is so lucky..."
Ding Li said oh, isn't Mr. Sun Yat-sen actually Sun Yat-sen? He still knows this, it's an antique, this was Ding Li's first thought.
"I, I, I, I, I..." Huang Yue was excited for a long time. Seeing Ding Li's indifferent expression, he suddenly became excited, no, he became impulsive: "I'm going to beat you to death, you little bastard! Don't run, I'm going to
Kill you……"
For young people like Ding Li who have been growing up in the mainland and received a closed education, it is difficult to understand what kind of status Sun Yat-sen will occupy in the hearts of overseas Chinese, especially for an old man like Huang Yue.
In the hearts of people of this generation...
In an environment like the mainland where all traditions have been broken, even if he received education, Sun Yat-sen was only briefly mentioned in a few hundred words in history books, and it was difficult for people to have any deep respect.
But in the eyes of overseas Chinese who value traditional inheritance the most, Sun Yat-sen's power and image are indeed incomparable. To use an inappropriate comparison, it is like the mainlanders to Chairman Mao.
Ding Li finally waited for the old man Huang Yue to finish going crazy, and he didn't know how many times he said I was wrong before he finally calmed down.
Huang Yue sighed: "Ali, I'm not talking about the education in your mainland... Oh, forget it. If your ancestors don't know it and you don't understand history, what kind of Chinese are you?"
At this time, it was difficult for Ding Li to understand Huang Yue's emotion, and he just kept nodding his head. No matter what he said, Ding Li kept nodding his head, but in fact he didn't listen at all. Huang Yue sighed again: "No wonder
If the Japanese want to say that Chinese orthodoxy is over there, I think that’s pretty much it!”
Ding Li was not convinced. Little Japan is nothing. He wanted to say a few words, but someone had already knocked on the door.
Ding Lixin shouted: "Hey, this ambulance is coming so fast! It arrived in less than five minutes. Ding Li remembered that the last time his school called for an ambulance, he had to wait for almost two hours."
But he didn't know that this kind of big hotel and hospital have signed an agreement, and they will treat the guests in the hotel as soon as possible. This is the software of the big hotel, and the service must be silent. Of course, in China, he doesn't know
There are several five-star hotels that can take these things into consideration, but this hotel clearly did it.
Ding Li sighed and went to the hospital. Who made him young and strong? Or was it Ding Li who benefited from others?
The reform of the medical system that began in 2000 also meant that hospitals began to be sold. At this time, when you go to see a doctor, the first step is to pay money. If you don't have money, you can die in front of the hospital!
Ding Li cursed in his heart that these hospitals were all vampires, and they charged thousands of dollars for the fee. For transportation fees, deposits, registration, etc., the formal treatment had not even started yet. Ding Li started to think about whether
He ran away. It seems that these doctors treated him as a fat sheep to be slaughtered. Who told them to come out of a five-star hotel?
The smell in the hospital is very uncomfortable for people like Ding Li. Not to mention practitioners with keen spiritual senses like Ding Li, even an ordinary person will not feel comfortable entering the hospital. Many people attribute the reason to that nowhere
The smell of disinfectant is not there, but it is not the case. What is really uncomfortable is the smell of those who live, old, sick and dead in the hospital.
Ding Li didn't open his eyes at this time, but he could imagine how many various spirits were wandering around in the hospital. Most of these spirits were no hindrance. They were just the three souls and seven souls that naturally escape when a person dies. It won't take long for them to become natural.
Dissipated. That is to say, reported to the underworld as mentioned before!
I haven't been at home in the past few days, but the updates will not stop...