None of the staff in the reserve had seen the martial arts certificate, but a few sharp-eyed staff saw Xu Qing walking out of the woods. What he was carrying was not some wild animal, but two living animals.
Man, these two men still had a broken gun hanging around their necks.
Xu Qing carried the two poachers with ease and joy, and he did not feel any difficulty walking. This scene was extraordinary in the eyes of several reserve staff. The two poachers weighed hundreds of kilograms.
The man was walking like a little chicken, his strength alone was surprising.
The man in blue uniform checking the Shenxing ID at the car window was even more surprised. His eyes almost looked like a black cat police sergeant at the crack of the door. The owner who could produce such a certificate was not someone from a nature reserve like them.
Being provoked, he reacted quickly after being shocked and handed the document back to Shen Xing in the car, with a smile that was even worse than crying.
At this time, Xu Qing had already walked to the car door, untied the poacher in his hand and put it directly in front of the two reserve personnel. He said in a deep voice: "These two are real poachers. I got the tranquilizer gun."
It's broken, take the person back and deal with it!" As he spoke, he also took out a notebook and waved it in front of the staff member who had seen the ID once. This thing counts as one use, so don't use it in vain.
"Please rest assured, leader, we will deal with it seriously and will never tolerate this kind of illegal behavior..." This staff member is very skilled in routines and speaks righteously, but when he uses up all his spare words,
Only then did I realize that the car had already driven away, and I wasted some saliva.
A nouveau riche man once said a word: After taking a taxi and changing planes, he got off the ground and went to heaven. Xu Qing had a taste of getting off the ground and went to heaven. However, he didn't curse Niang Xipi on the plane.
I quietly covered my eyes and took a nap. When I opened my eyes, I arrived at Tengchong Airport. I haven’t seen Tengchong for a long time and have a good experience...
Zhuangjia Village in the eastern suburbs of Jiangcheng City is a small village with only about thirty households. Everyone in the village is named Zhuang. The strangest thing is that the women married by the men in the village are also named Zhuang. It seems that they are following some special custom.
Marrying a wife and having children, marrying a daughter and remarrying the relationship, no matter what nonsense human ethics it is, in short, the people in Zhuangjia Village have a stubborn mentality. They don’t care about those who go out, and those who enter the village must have the surname Zhuang.
Zhuangjia Village is the oldest village within a hundred miles. It has existed before other villages were built. If anyone wants to investigate the old things that happened on this land, the people nearby who know people will guide you to Zhuangjia Village.
Village, and then hide behind the thief's smile, the banker's village is the most authoritative, keep it in the past, but it will be met with disgrace.
The urban area of Jiangcheng City is bustling with lights and lights, and many places in the suburbs have been developed into industrial zones, industrial parks, and factories. Black smoke is emitted and the air is stale. A very few villages far away from the suburbs are still clinging to the traditions left by their ancestors.
The old man's way of life here is to face the loess with his back to the sky. After a long day's work, the old man returns home with a hoe and slaps his wife on the face with a smile. He drinks two ounces of wine into his stomach and loosens his trousers. He hugs her and breathes the smell of alcohol.
, put hard things into soft things.
Zhuangjia Village is poor, and some children are so poor that they can't even wear pants. I don't know that the woman used scissors to cut a slit in the middle of her flowery pants, which is the crotchless pants. The goal is obvious, and the goal is obvious, climbing chickens and teasing dogs.
convenient.
It was late at night, and the village of Zhuangjia was in darkness. From time to time, a few dogs barked, and bang - someone's mother-in-law accidentally kicked over the enamel urine bucket. The sound of any noise in the night was particularly clear.
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There is one place in Zhuangjia Village where the lights are not turned off, and that is the large blue brick courtyard facing north and south of the village. The green brick walls are surrounded by glazed tiles. Inside the courtyard is a real old blue brick house, with an ancient regular script carved on each of the two doors.
, few people recognize it now. Unless you have studied ancient regular script characters, you can look at the door and tremble, because these two characters are easy to understand, "Yin Zhai".
What is the Yin House? It is the place where the coffins of ancestors are buried. To put it more vulgarly, it is called a graveyard. According to Feng Shui masters, it is called the Yin House. This old courtyard in Zhuangjia Village is strange. There are two unlucky words written on the door of the house.
There are still lights on inside. It is very unlucky for a living person to live in the shady house, but there are people living here.
Only true Feng Shui masters know how to find dragon points. In the Yin House, the gathering point of the dragon's energy veins is the best point, and the intersection of the mountains and rivers is the most auspicious. The Yin House, where nature and man are truly united, is the perfect place to gather luck. Not only that.
, corpses buried in the underworld will not decay and become spirits. In ancient times, there were stories of people burying the corpses of their ancestors in the underworld and not decaying. Not only that, but corpses may also transform, commonly known as zombies.
There was a "Yuewei Thatched Cottage Notes" that described the zombies as follows: white hair all over the body, eyes as red as cinnabar, fingers like hooks, teeth sticking out of the lips like sharp knives, kissing and exhaling, and blood running through the nose. Some people say that the zombies are suffering from pain.
Monsters transformed by the essence of the sun and moon for hundreds of years. Some people say that zombies are formed when a pot-bellied cat jumps over a coffin on a night of thunder and lightning, and the zombies are transformed.
There are various legends, and those who have seen them can’t explain why. But special creatures like zombies are real things. In this Yin house in Zhuangjia Village, there are two Yin wood coffins side by side, with two Yin wood coffins lying inside.
There is a corpse, a man and a woman. The man is wearing a gray casual suit, with his hands folded on his chest. Apart from his pale face, he looks like an ordinary person. Judging from his face, the man is probably in his early forties, with regular features.
He also has short purple hair, and if you look closely, you will find that the eyelashes on his eyelids are also lavender.
The female corpse in the other coffin looked much younger. Judging from her delicate appearance, she was only in her early twenties. She had an oval face and willow eyebrows. She looked quite delicate. She was wearing a very ordinary white sportswear. She and the male
There is an obvious difference between the corpse and her body. Her hair is green, including her eyelashes and eyebrows. If you can look at the hair on her other private parts, it is also green, which looks really weird.
A somewhat stout middle-aged woman stood between the two coffins. She held a syringe in her hand and carefully disinfected the needle with alcohol. Then she took two steps to the middle-aged man's coffin. She seemed to be with the corpse.
Being used to dealing with each other, he had no expression on his face. He reached in, touched the arm of the male corpse, and then inserted the needle into it.
The fat middle-aged woman was using a syringe to draw blood from the corpse. Logically speaking, the blood of a corpse like this had already solidified, but the woman still drew out a syringe full of red blood. She quickly sealed the needle with a rubber sheath.
This ensures that the blood will not dry up in a short time.
Just as the middle-aged woman put the syringe filled with blood into a flat metal box, the purple-haired male corpse in the coffin opened his eyes, a pair of blood-red eyes.