A leisurely life that begins with the possession of a game character

Again, if you do it, you will have to bear the consequences. Since no one comes forward, don't blame me for being rude. Zhang Lan stood on the house in Xigou, watching the car carrying the coffin pass by the house, then smiled softly and walked off the roof.

In the yard, Tian Qingyong asked Zhang Lan with a worried look on his face: "Is Zhang Lan okay?"

Zhang Lan walked to the excavator outside the yard, got on the excavator and smiled: "It's okay, I'm just demolishing a house. Don't be so nervous, you think I'm going to drive the machine towards people."

With the roar of the excavator, Zhang Lan used the excavator to knock down the middle wall of a completed house. Seeing the aura blocked by the house in Gong De Ling's eyes spurting out from the river, Zhang Lan turned the machine around and drove to the side of the road, stopped the machine and got out of the car.

He said to Tian Qingyong next to him: "Come on, brother Yong, I'm going to Kyoto by car. Just ask the master waiting on the side to drive away this excavator."

As Zhang Lan sat in Tian Qingyong's car, the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed. From time to time, someone said: "That's it. I thought Zhang Lan was planning to do something big."

"Yes, the excavators came and the result was that their house was pushed down."

"The bragging was so loud that the whole family went to Kyoto now."

Someone in the ravine held a phone and heard Zhang Lan's behavior. He couldn't help but chuckle: "I thought he was very capable, but he turns out to be a big talker."

The middle-aged man stood beside the dug grave and said, "You can't afford to offend me, why don't you let me say harsh words? Mr. Ma, your demands are a bit high."

"Hey, why is it foggy?" someone said in surprise.

The middle-aged man wearing a white coat and holding a compass in his hand looked up and saw a faint mist rising from the end of the ravine in the distance. He quickly shouted: "Hurry up, get ready. Hurry up and bring the coffin over for burial."

When the coffin fell slowly under the command of the man holding a compass, a thin layer of mist filled the river below the hillside. Under the command of the man, the middle-aged man surnamed Ma led everyone to worship, and then began to fill the soil and bury it. After everything was completed, the entire river ditch was shrouded in mist.

On the other side, Tian Qingyong drove the car and said to Zhang Lan: "Brother, don't take it to heart, it's not a big deal. With your medical skills and ability, you can do well wherever you go."

Zhang Lan smiled and said nothing. When he got on the train at the high-speed rail station, Zhang Lan smiled and said to Tian Qingyong: "Brother Yong, I will contact you when I get to Kyoto. The whitelist set up on the phone, if someone calls you, don't worry about him. "

Seeing Zhang Lan turn and leave, Tian Qingyong sighed and said to himself: "You are still pretending to be mysterious at this time. I don't know why I had to talk so loudly in the first place. Now I feel that I can't lose face. The whole family goes to Kyoto For what."

The fog shrouded the Xigou, gradually getting bigger and bigger, and the visibility was less than ten meters. The man surnamed Ma stood up in front of the tomb and frowned and said to the middle-aged man holding a compass next to him: "Master Lu, is the current situation also what you expected?"

Master Lu, who was wearing a white coat, was looking down at the compass in his hand, with a trace of panic flashing in his eyes. The pointer of the compass in his hand was swinging around in circles, and he opened his mouth not knowing how to answer.

The man surnamed Ma frowned deeper and said to the people around him: "Let's go, it's almost done here. Let's go back first and wait until the fog clears to repair the grave."

Then he led everyone down and prepared to leave by car in the river. The mist floating in the river gradually obscured everyone's figures.

On the hillside in the distance, the villagers of Qingshan Village who were watching the burial were staring at the incredible scene in front of them. Finally, someone came back to his senses and said: "Call the police quickly, those people are fascinated."

The speaker was Zhang Dashan, the head of Qingshan Village. In his eyes, the man surnamed Ma was leading everyone in circles on the hillside below the cemetery. From time to time, some people would take out their mobile phones to check and make calls. As for the fog in the eyes of the man named Ma and others, everyone in the distance saw nothing.

After Tian Qingyong said goodbye to Zhang Lan, he stood there and waited for a while. Then he sighed and turned around and started walking to the parking lot, when the phone in his hand rang. He took out his mobile phone and saw that it was the driver who stayed in Qingshan Village to drive the excavator. After picking up the phone, the excavator master's mysterious and low voice came from the other end: "Boss, something happened to the people who moved the graves here in Qingshan Village."

Tian Qingyong stopped, raised his eyebrows and said, "Why haven't you left yet? What happened?"

"I just followed others and stood on the top of the hillside to watch the excitement. But now after the burial, a group of people kept circling under the cemetery and in the river when they were walking back. The village chief here even organized people to rescue them, but no one was there. If you dare to go, the police have been called now." The excavator said softly on his mobile phone.

Tian Qingyong raised his head and looked around, then stopped when he reached a deserted roadside. He said to the excavator master: "Hurry up and drive the excavator away for me. Don't just watch the excitement."

After Tian Qingyong hung up the phone, he was about to call Zhang Lan again. After thinking about it, he called his daughter-in-law Chen Rongrong: "Daughter-in-law, I'm going to Kyoto tonight. The announcement will be made soon. I will stay with you for a few days until you enter school. The list is out, let’s sign up and register.”

Tian Qingyong put away the phone and walked to the ticket office. He bought a ticket for the nearest train to Kyoto. He looked for Zhang Lan in the waiting room and couldn't find Zhang Lan. He called Zhang Lan, but he didn't get through. He should have already got on the train. , Tian Qingyong then sat in the waiting room and waited quietly for departure.

After Zhang Dashan called the police in Qingshan Village, he started asking people to go down the hillside with him to see what was going on. As a result, no one of the onlookers went down with him, and they all started to take a long way down the hillside to go home. Zhang Dashan had no choice but to start walking in the direction of Qingshan Village with others.

Zhang Lan's words had a great impact on the town, and he also ordered an excavator to be brought in. Originally, a few policemen were left in the village waiting nearby in cars, but later it was discovered that Zhang Lan had only dug up his own house. wall, and then drove away. Then the police in Qingshan Village also drove away. Not long after resting at the police station, they received a call that something had happened to the people in Xigou.

The burial procession passed Zhang Lan's house in Xigou at around nine o'clock in the morning, and Zhang Lan left by car at the Canghe High-speed Railway Station at ten o'clock. By 11 o'clock in the morning, nearly a hundred people and a dozen cars of all kinds were standing on the large cement floor in front of Zhang Lan's house in Xigou Village.

A man in a white shirt who looked like a leader asked Zhang Dashan next to him: "What's going on?"

Zhang Dashan said while sweating profusely: "I don't know either. I just stood on the hillside to watch them being buried. I found that they were circling back and forth when they walked back after the burial. I hurried down the mountain to look for them. We went in together to take a look, but when we arrived at the entrance of Xigou Village, we found that it was all foggy not far ahead, and when we stepped back, there was nothing there."

It turns out that it's not this material, it's too stiff. . . Readers greatly forgive me.