ghost craftsman

Chapter 145

As soon as I saw Mrs. Wu, I immediately understood why she asked me to look at Mr. Wu when I went out. Presumably, she was worried that Mr. Wu would chop up Qishahuai.

But at that time, I thought Mr. Wu was going to kill people with a kitchen knife.

Immediately, I hurried over and supported Mrs. Wu. Although I didn't talk to her much and didn't have much contact with her, I saw a strange sense of intimacy in this old man.It wasn't until later that I realized that when everyone sees a kind old man, they will have that strange sense of affinity, no matter whether the person is evil or good, this is true, perhaps this is the original nature of human beings!

"Chuanzi, please help the old woman to persuade Lao Wu, don't let him do this, he is already old, under the eyes of everyone, let people watch a play like a monkey!" Old lady Wu held me tremblingly hands.

When she said this, Mrs. Wu's voice was particularly vicissitudes, and tears glistened in the corners of her eyes.

"Yeah!" I hummed softly, and helped the old man walk to Mr. Wu, and was about to speak, but Mr. Wu said, "Don't persuade me, I won't believe in evil, and I will be broken on this locust tree." .”

After speaking, he mustered all his strength and chopped down the Qishahuai tree. Perhaps because of too much force, he only heard a click, and Mr. Wu's right arm seemed to be dislocated.

However, Mr. Wu just frowned, switched the hatchet to his left hand, and chopped down again.

Seeing this scene, my heart skipped a beat. There must be a story between Mr. Wu and Qishahuai, otherwise, he would never be so persistent, or in other words, there is something going on between Mr. Wu and Du Sanniang.

As soon as this thought flashed through, the onlookers burst into laughter, generally saying that Mr. Wu was overreaching, and that Mr. Wu was not serious, and even at his age, he could not get along with a feng shui tree.

In the end, even Mrs. Wu was lying on the ground, and those onlookers even said that Mrs. Wu was ungrateful, lived in the house given by Du Sanniang, and spent the salary that Du Sanniang paid every month. Destroying Feng Shui trees.

As soon as this remark came out, Mrs. Wu was so angry that she almost fell down. Fortunately, I had quick eyesight and quick hands, and as soon as I supported her old man, I heard her old man say to me: "Chuanzi, go to my house quickly, and take the old woman Bring the wooden box under the bed."

After finishing speaking, Mrs. Wu picked up her clothes slightly, untied the door key from her trouser belt and handed it to me, saying, "Chuanzi, go!"

I hummed and said, "Old lady Wu, watch carefully, don't get too angry!"

After finishing speaking, I set off and ran towards Mrs. Wu's house. Since Mrs. Wu's house was a little far away, I was afraid of delaying time, so I wanted to find a motorcycle to go there. He ignored me, instead he sneered and said, "Boy, you will not have an affair with that old lady!"

I kept my face sullen and didn't say a word, just punched the man in the face.

"Fuck, court death!" That man wanted to beat me up!

I'm not polite to him either, although the third master has never taught the kung fu at hand, but these days, he has learned the breath and breath, and his body is stronger than ordinary people.Immediately, he punched that person on the mouth again, and said coldly: "Old lady Wu is already old, how can someone like you be able to abuse you wantonly."

"Fuck, I'll kill you!" The man covered his mouth with one hand, and slammed down on my temple with the other.

I grabbed his arm and squeezed it hard, and with the speed of lightning, I punched his elbow with the other hand, only to hear a click, and the man's arm hung straight down.

If I'm not mistaken, it should be broken.

Suddenly, the man howled like a pig, "Bastard, you bastard, I want to kill you."

That's what he said, but the man didn't dare to step forward at all, and stared at me in panic.

I ignored him and ran forward with a big stride.

"I'll drive you there."

Just when I took less than three steps, there was a timid voice behind me.

Turning his head, he saw that the person who spoke was about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was wearing an emerald plaid shirt and a pair of white and yellowed slacks. He had a face like a goose egg and exquisite facial features. A little girl next door feeling.

"Thank you!" I hurried over.

She slightly raised her head and glanced at me, her face turned red, and soon she buried her head very low again, her hands tightly clutching at the front of her skirt, and said shamefully, "I...I...I'll drive you there."

As she said that, she hurriedly ran forward, and I immediately followed.

When she stopped, I was a little confused. The tool she carried me was an old-fashioned [-] bicycle. The body was full of rust, even the chain was rusted. On the wheel was a rural lock spring lock.

As soon as I saw this, I gave her a weird look and said, "I'm afraid two people can't sit in this car! How about I ride over and return it to you later."

She looked up at me, grabbed the bicycle seat tightly with both hands, and said falteringly: "This car is the best transportation for our family, I... I..."

I understand, she is afraid that I will not return her bicycle if I take it.

Immediately, I said: "Or, I'll drive you there together."

She hummed lightly, and immediately, as if she had thought of something, a blush flashed across her face, even the base of her neck was red.However, she still took out the key from her pocket, unlocked the bicycle tremblingly, and said, "Brother, ride slowly, if it breaks down, Mom and Dad will hit me."

I hummed, thanked her again, and sat up. She hesitated for a while, then also sat up, grabbing my clothes with both hands.

I asked her if she was seated, and she said yes.

I didn't hesitate, and stared at the bicycle and rushed towards Mrs. Wu's house. There was a burst of laughter behind me, basically calling us poor ghosts, and there are two people on a broken bicycle, and there are even more lustful people. There are dirty jokes in the back, saying that the little girl behind me should still be a chick, and he is willing to take the little girl's first night for five thousand.

I tightened my bike and said, "Little girl, don't care about those people."

She didn't speak, but I still clearly felt that she seemed to be in a low mood.

Along the way, the speed under my feet was extremely fast. Fortunately, the seemingly dilapidated bicycle can still carry two people.

It took about 10 minutes, I rushed to Mrs. Wu downstairs, let the little girl look at the bicycle downstairs, I ran to Mrs. Wu's house, and found a small wooden box from under the bed. It has been painted with a layer of black paint, and the area is not as big as an ordinary drawer, but it is quite heavy.

I didn't think much about it, and ran downstairs with the wooden box. The little girl held the wooden box, and I stared at the bicycle in front of me.

(End of this chapter)