Standing in an ancient tomb that was hundreds of years old, I was so frightened that my face turned pale! Dou Sprout's tone of voice now sounded like a child.
"Come here, Fengzi, I have a good toy."
Dou Sprout smiled and waved, calling me over.
"Don't go there."
"Didn't you hear what I said?"
Jiao Jiuye lowered his head and said, "If you don't want to die, don't look at him. I have a way."
"Come here, Fengzi!" Dou Sprout waved to me again.
After listening to Mr. Jiao's words, we all lowered our heads and looked at our feet instead of looking at the bean sprouts.
Dou Sprout's voice suddenly became anxious.
"Why don't you talk! Why don't you play with me!"
Jiao Jiuye made a secret gesture, and Yang Zhenghe walked over with his head lowered and leaning against the wall.
He suddenly took action and instantly knocked down Dou Sprouts!
The bag containing the child figurines fell to the ground, and Dou Sprout shouted! He reached out to grab it!
Yang Zhenghe kicked his backpack away, turned around and put his knee on Dou Sprout's back, pressed his head hard, and pinned Dou Sprout to the ground!
Dou Sprouts looked like a child whose toys had been robbed. He had a shrill voice and struggled desperately.
Yang Zhenghe shouted: "Master, hurry up! He's too strong! I won't be able to hold him down any longer!"
Mr. Jiao immediately said: "Chopsticks! Give me chopsticks! Hurry up!"
I didn't know what he wanted the chopsticks for. I was sweating and crawling around, I dug out a pair of chopsticks from my bag and handed them to him.
He thrust a chopstick into the gap between the bricks at his feet, and said loudly: "Young man! Look here!"
As soon as Yang Zhenghe let go, Douyazai immediately raised his head and stared at a chopstick in front of him in a daze.
Mr. Jiao flicked his fingers on the chopsticks twice, as if flicking his head. In an instant, the chopsticks stuck on the ground swayed from side to side and vibrated.
At this time, Yang Zhenghe had completely let go of Dou Sprout and stood up slowly. What was strange was that Dou Sprout's head also swayed from side to side with the chopsticks.
"Snap!"
Jiao Ye seemed to have found the right opportunity and kicked the chopsticks stuck in the ground into pieces.
The chopsticks were broken, and Bean Sprouts fell to the ground motionless.
The whole process took no more than five minutes, and I was stunned.
"Jiao...Master Jiao, how are you?"
"Which of you has water? Give me a bottle of water."
"I have it here!"
Mr. Jiao took the water from Xiaoxuan, walked over and grabbed Dou Sprout by his hair, lifted his head up, and poured half the bottle of water directly into his face.
"Bah! Bah!"
Dou Sprout shouted: "What are you doing! Someone pour water on me!"
Seeing this, Mr. Jiao smiled and said, "Young man, do you know me?"
"Why don't I know you! You are Master Jiao Jiu, why are you pouring water on me?"
"Oh, let me wake you up. It is a good thing for young people to like money and be bold, but if you don't listen to the old people, you will suffer a loss. Please remember it next time."
"Okay, I'm fine."
"Master, what should I do with that thing? Burn it?" Yang Zhenghe pointed at Dou Sprout's backpack and said.
"Brother Wang, can I make the decision without permission?"
He said to his head: "Just listen to your arrangements, Mr. Jiu."
"Well, this thing has been around for a long time. It cannot be burned or taken out. The best way is to dig a deep pit, push its head down and throw it into the pit."
"How deep should the hole be dug?" he asked again.
"More than ten meters."
I want to dig such a deep pit? Can it be shallower? For example, five meters.
Mr. Jiao Jiu shook his head and said seriously: "Ten meters, not even a centimeter less. If you listen to me, you can do it. If you don't, you don't have to do it."
The commander immediately ordered: "Yunfeng Wenbin, take action."
