I take a little action, that's the limit

Before I knew it, a week had passed and the date on my phone had reached June 6.

I went to the hospital to change the medicine in the morning. Fortunately, my arm was almost healed. When I came back, I saw an activity called the "Western Love Eyes Project" launched by the Provincial Communist Youth League in the commercial street. A pure-looking student girl asked me if I wanted to do something meaningful. I asked how I could help. She said that I could make a donation or become a volunteer. I smiled, took out my bank card from my pocket and transferred yuan to the account of the Communist Youth League organization on the spot. The student girl's eyes were suddenly filled with little stars.

Seeing her like this, I feel so happy. I never imagined that spending lavishly can be so fulfilling. No wonder those wealthy people like to drive luxury cars and live in mansions to show off. How can they be so happy?

Of course, donating money is not a whim of mine. You must know that being a Yin-Yang man inherently involves five disadvantages and three deficiencies. I still don’t know what my five disadvantages and three deficiencies are, and besides, my life is so short. If you don't get enough insurance, you will die. It is always good to accumulate some virtue. If I accidentally report to the underworld one day, maybe Yan Jun will let me cast a good child for the sake of my poor performance. When the time comes, I will die. Wouldn’t it be possible to take pictures of Where’s Dad?

I walked home happily with my popsicle in my mouth. Inexplicably, I remembered a line from "Spider-Man": With great power comes great responsibility!

Perhaps, when I really become a qualified Mr. Yin Yang, the burden on my shoulders will be really heavy.

While I was thinking wildly, a Buick business car squeaked and stopped beside me. The door swung open, and four burly men in black clothes and sunglasses walked out quickly. , surrounded me from front to back, left and right.

When I saw this posture, did they want to steal my popsicle? Thinking of this, I habitually touched the fire stick on my lower back. Although the stick was a bit short, it was better than nothing.

However, as soon as I moved, a big man raised his hand and hit my neck. I glared at him and fell to the ground...

When I woke up, I found that the environment I was in had changed. I was lying in a large gym. Apart from this huge space and some fitness equipment, there was no one around, and I was thrown On the floor in the middle of the room.

I quickly stood up and checked my belongings, and found that everything was there, even my popsicle was next to me, but now it had turned into a puddle of wet liquid.

I let out a sigh of relief. Obviously, they weren't here for money. Maybe it was a prank by that guy Shen Heng.

"Crack it."

Just when I was thinking about how to get out, the door opened wide, and four big men with big muscles and round waists rushed forward fiercely. One of them knocked me down, and then the four of them punched and kicked me with fists as big as sandbags. He greeted me as if he didn't want money.

"Hero, spare your life!" I held my head and saw four people in the daytime through the gap. Each of them was meters tall and looked like a hill. I quickly begged for mercy, I am not stupid. Wow, if you pretend to be a tough guy at this time, isn't that tantamount to seeking death?

They ignored me and continued to fight for about three or four minutes. They were probably tired. Two of them picked me up and a short, fat middle-aged man walked in from the door.

The short fat man looked to be in his forties but not fifty, with an incomprehensible smile on his face. He looked at me with a smile and said, "Your name is Yuan Luo, right?"

Mahler Gobi, when I heard the words of the damn fat man, I felt so angry that I was half-dead by being beaten by others. You ask me if I am Yuan Luo? !

Although I was unhappy in my heart, I did not dare to show any dissatisfaction on the surface. I asked feebly: "I am Yuan Luo, brother, why do you let people beat me?"

"You still have the nerve to ask?" the short fat man said with a smile, then raised his leg and kicked me in the stomach. The smile on his face disappeared: "You don't know what bad things you have done." What?"

"Uh..." I was so painful that I broke into a cold sweat. Does donating money become a bad thing? Seeing that he wanted to hit me, I endured the pain and said, "Brother, don't hit me. I will say what I say."

I searched my memory carefully and told him all the bad things I had done in the past twenty years, including peeing in the teacher's water cup when I was nine, peeking at the girl next door taking a shower when I was twelve, and starting to download pornographic movies when I was fifteen... …

Anyway, I told him everything I could imagine.

Unexpectedly, I was slapped on the mouth before I finished speaking. He said to me with a smile, "Since you can't remember, I will remind you that my surname is Han."

What is this reminder? After hearing this, I felt really sick. It would be better not to remind me. You just want to beat me. Let’s be honest, what kind of detours are you taking?

Seeing my confused expression, the short fat man came up and grabbed my collar and said, "My name is Han Baifa, and I am Han Xiaolin's father. Can't you see that we look alike?"

"Ha..." I looked at him carefully. He had an old face that looked like a naan, with a Mediterranean hairstyle. He was about meters tall, and his height was about the same as his waist. With this look, it was difficult to tell him To be precise, it wasn't difficult to lean against Han Xiaolin. It was just that they didn't look alike at all.

"Why did you poison my Xiaolin and turn her into a zombie?" Han Baifa yelled at me.

"Huh?" My eyes widened and I thought, did I hear it right? Did I turn Han Xiaolin into a zombie? What an international joke!

You know, I have been protecting Han Xiaolin, okay, so why did I become the murderer who poisoned her? There must be some misunderstanding in this. Thinking of this, I said: "Uncle Han, I think you have misunderstood. I have a very good relationship with Xiaolin. How could I harm her? Besides, zombies can't be transformed by poisoning them." , wouldn’t the streets be full of zombies?”

"Still quibbling! It seems you won't shed tears until you see the coffin! Beat me, hit me hard!" After Han Baifa finished speaking, he stepped aside, lit a cigar and enjoyed it.

Then, the four big men gave me a beating again like a chicken, but I guess they all held back, otherwise their big feet like a small boat would have trampled me to death.

I feel I am even more unjust than Dou E. If I go out now, it will snow in June for three days in a row.

"Stop fighting, I admit it, it was me! I turned Han Xiaolin into a zombie." I gritted my teeth. Since he doesn't believe the truth, it's better to just admit it. It's all a matter of death anyway, and it might be a more pleasant death after admitting it.

"Stop it!" Han Baifa stopped the four big men and looked at me condescendingly: "Did you really do it?"

"Yes." I lay sprawled on the ground, letting him slaughter me.