Doomsday survival system

This sound frightened almost everyone present.

The ore transporters coming and going on the road seemed to have been pressed the pause button, and even the menacing people who came to find fault were half a beat slower and did not keep up with the shouter.

So when everything stopped, I saw the middle-aged man who was full of spirit coming straight towards Ye Sheng with a wooden stick in his hand.

The wooden stick was getting closer and closer, and seeing that it was about to fall on Ye Sheng, the passer-by who had just asked the question widened his eyes. If the stick was swung firmly, he might not be broken...

Ye Sheng didn't even frown, and when the middle-aged man and the stick got close to him, he turned his body slightly, and the stick brushed past his clothes, the middle-aged man couldn't catch up, and the whole person " With a bang, it hit the boulder behind Ye Sheng.

It was the boulder that Ye Sheng wanted to use to cover his figure just now.

This collision was earth-shattering, and the crowd stopped again, longer than last time.

The group of people who came with the middle-aged man had been interrupted by the middle-aged man's sudden yelling, and they finally started yelling again, but were startled by the scene in front of them, and didn't make any more noise for a long time. Collective silence.

For a moment, the surroundings were as quiet as if the mute button had been pressed.

Ye Sheng glanced across the crowd, there were men and women in the crowd, among them were a few loafers, a few gangsters, thugs, Dr. Cui, and finally a few familiar faces, one of whom even nodded to him as a greeting .

The middle-aged man was lying on the ground holding his head and yelling ouch.

The group brought by the middle-aged man vaguely surrounded Ye Sheng in the middle, and finally a middle-aged woman with high cheekbones and triangular eyes stepped forward, clapped her hands heavily, and made a high-pitched voice like singing an opera.

"Hey~~my poor son~~"

The voice was sharp and high-pitched, piercing into the sky, and everyone present had goosebumps.

"Hey, Auntie, what are you crying for? What are you doing if you have something to say?"

Passerby A shuddered.It's weird to cry, and it's just like the ghost screaming.

"Isn't this Aunt Zhao? Hey, what's wrong with Uncle Zhao? Why are you lying on the ground?"

Passerby B who just passed by squeezed into the crowd and revealed the identities of the middle-aged woman and middle-aged man.

It turned out that the middle-aged man's surname was Zhao, the third eldest in his family, everyone in the town called Zhao the third, and the woman was his wife.

Ye Sheng frowned at this moment, he didn't even know this family, why was this family so sure that he killed their son?

Even looking for a scapegoat has some reasons.He is a patient who doesn't go out several times a year, what is there to frame him for?

If there is anything else, it is that he went to the forest the day before yesterday, and the two children mobilized people around to look for him.

Could it be because of this?

When Aunt Zhao saw someone asking her over there, she opened her triangular eyes, a gleam of light flashed in her eyes, raised her eagle-clawed hand to wipe away the non-existent tears on her face, and began a sentence in three-revolution: Cry up.

"Everyone comment, it was he who killed my youngest son! Now he wants to kill us two old people. Pity your third uncle, who is over 50, and was knocked to the ground by him. Why is our life so hard? My poor Youngest son, he is only fourteen this year, so he just disappeared..."

The people around began to whisper, and many people looked at Ye Sheng overtly and secretly, their eyes were not very friendly.

Everyone was paying attention to Ye Sheng and Zhao Laosan, who were in the middle of the crowd. No one noticed a fat boy in his teens who sneaked out of the crowd and ran towards the mine...