I Am This Type of Woman

The sun sank, and when the night was about to come, the class three climbed up the mountain with a few loyal servants. This mountain is not far from the village, but because this place is always haunted in recent years, no one dares to appear in this place in the evening.

"Sister, you said here..." Ban Hengyi went to the side of the class, whispered, "Is there really something unclean?"

The mountains are lush, the area is covered with a lot of fallen leaves, and the sound of the squeaking on the soles of the feet.

"Sister, I think it seems to be cold here," Ban Heng held his shoulders and grabbed the trousers. "Would you like us to come back at noon tomorrow?"

"It's going to be late, it will definitely get cold." Banyan looked around, because the trees were a lot, the forest looked a bit gloomy, and there were still a few sounds of birds that didn't know what kind of songs came from time to time.

"Going here," Ban said, looking at the younger brother who was behind him. He also looked at his father from time to time and pulled his sleeve out of Ban Heng’s hand. He said to Ban Hengdao: "Walk."

Ban Heng felt that he was not holding something in his hand, and his heart was very unreliable. He finally got to the side of Ban Huai and took his clothes.

The father and son took a look at each other and held each other's sleeves together.

"Father, Hengdi, write down the place." After finding a good place, Banyan instructed Ban Heng to dig a pit. "After I go back, I will draw a picture for you. If you can’t remember it later, look for it according to the picture. ""

"Can't we remember that there is still you?" Ban Heng dug for a long time, and only dug a shallow pit that was not ten inches deep. "There is no money for everyone to have a hard time together, and money is spent together. There is a personal memory." It’s okay to live, what should I do with my father?”

"That one... In case I can't remember what to do?" Ban Yi saw that the class had not dug up for a long time, and opened his face with disgust. "You start, let me come."

Ban Hengle had to be lazy. He let him go to the side: "If we have to bury a few places, there is always a place to remember. Besides, the level of your painting, even if I look for the picture, I I can't find a place too."

"What happened to my painting level?" Ban Yi looked at him squinting. "You will come to paint."

"Then I can't do it either."

"If you can't stop, shut up, a big man has so many words, where do you want to go to the wife?" The class shook his body, threw an adult-sized box into it, sprinkled a layer of soil and buried it. A few pieces of gravel, just a layer of soil and a layer of stone, and finally filled the pit, she also dug a piece of turf on it and stepped on it.

"Sister, don't you all bury it inside?" Ban Heng followed the class and saw that she had changed a place to dig. "You are too hard."

“Have you heard of the Three Caves of the Rabbit?” Pan Pan gasped a few breaths. “Either you shut up now, or you can dig.”

Ban Heng silently took a little girl and ran to the place where he walked ten steps away. As a result, it was not long before the **** dug up a huge stone. The rebounded back made him sit on the ground.

"Hey," Ban Huai, who was digging in another small corner, shook his head with emotion: "We are really a generation less than a generation."

Ban Heng silently wiped his face. Their family is now qualified to say this. Only the grandmother is alone. Father...man, a little self-confidence is also good.

The sky fell a little bit, Ban Heng and Ban Huai finally dug a pit, each buried a box of jewels and a box of gold bars into it, turned to see the class has already buried the remaining two boxes.

"There are women, the father has nothing to ask for," Ban Huai is quite proud. "Our family, your sister is the most like your grandfather."

Ten years ago, when my grandfather passed away, Ban Heng was only five years old. His grandfather was a very kind old man in his memory. Sometimes he would put him on his neck and ride it all, then take him to go shopping and buy him a lot. Novelty gadgets.

However, he was most impressed by his grandfather's ignorance and loved to take his sister to practice his fists and take his sister to go outside to ride a pony.

"Okay," Ban said, moving the last stone and patted the dirt on the palm of his hand. "The sky is already dark, let's go down the mountain."

The class father and son looked at the black-painted hills, and the speed of packing things was quickened. I wished that I would immediately grow a pair of wings and fly down the hill.

"Sister, have you heard the footsteps?" Suddenly, Ban Heng stopped his movements and looked around in horror. "You listen carefully."

"Let's go," the class picked up the little **** the floor. "What still to listen to!"

I have already written it in the book, but anyone who finds a point and is curious to see it usually die early.

The three of the class hurried out, the class ran a few steps, remembered the sandbags they threw on the ground, so they looked back and there were just a few people coming out of the jungle.

"Who is there?!" The other party’s voice was chilled, and Banyan also heard the sound of the sharp-edged sword.

"Who is here to pretend to be a ghost to scare the county owner?" Banyan clenched his hoe, "Give me up!"

The night wind started, blowing people's palms and cold, Ban Heng and Ban Huai ran back to the side of the class, Ban Huai blocked a pair of children behind him, and several dead loyal guards brought by the class also pulled out their swords. Suddenly the other side suddenly got into trouble.

I don't know why, after Banyu claimed to be the county owner, there was no movement on the other side. It seems that I heard the sword from the banjo out of the sheath, and there is a person out there. The tone of the speech is very polite: "Excuse me... is the lord of the class? Under the guardian Du Jiu of Cheng’an Bo, please don’t panic. I am just passing by."

Perhaps in order to get the letter, the guard took off his sabre and walked closer to the class. "Stunned the county owner and asked the county to forgive me."

"It turned out to be the guard of Rong Boye," Ban said, taking a picture of his chest. "I thought it was a haunt."

Du Jiuqiu said: "The county owner should not be afraid, I can wait to **** you down the mountain."

"How interesting is that," Ban said, looking a little bit afraid on his face, but still refused the good intentions of Du Jiu. "I brought my guard with my father. How can I trouble you?"

"The original class is also in the Hou," Du Jiu was busy with the class in Huaihang. "I just have to go down the mountain, Hou Ye and the county owner are welcome, and many people can also be busy."

"That, then, okay," Ban said, not happy. "There is work."

Du Jiu showed a thick smile: "The words of the county magistrate are to smash me and wait for my brother."

With the departure of Ban Yi and his party, the mountain forest resumed silence again. Rong Rong came out from the shadows and pulled the dark cloak on his body. The expression was a bit complicated.

"How long have they been here?"

"Bo, he is incompetent, and I don't know when the class owner appeared here."

"Do not blame you," Rong Rong walked around the place where the class had just stood. "There is still a trace of the work of others. Only the class... do whatever they want, there is no logic in doing things."

After half an hour, Du Jiu came back with the guard.

"Bo," Du Jiu’s expression is a bit difficult to say. "The subordinates have already heard why the class members are here."

“Well?” Rong Rong walked over to a stone and lifted his chin slightly. “Tell.”

"Ban Shizi heard that there was a haunted place here, so I took the county owner to come here to bury the treasure, saying that it was... If there was a good person, Ban Houye felt interesting and came along with it." Du Jiu felt that this reason is too ridiculous and ridiculous. He felt that even if he lied, he would not lie.

Rong Rong pointed to a stone at hand: "Take this underside to see."