The Mysterious Recovery of the Forgotten World

Chapter 43
The villagers in front of them swept away their previous honest appearance and put on a consistent appearance.

"What did you say to them?" Li Leping said in a deep voice.

He didn't expect that after thinking about it for a while, Lu Sheng provoked the situation he didn't want to see the most.

Now, the grievances between him and this group of villagers have been settled.

Lu Sheng who was behind heard the anger in Li Leping's words, and quickly explained: "I can't help it, I went up to talk to the old man, but he didn't want to say anything, so I pushed him , As a result, the group of grandpas and aunts next to him were going to show him off, so I cursed a few words in passing, and then they started pulling my clothes, and as soon as I fought back, it was like this."

As he spoke, he pointed to the menacing villagers in front of him.

Li Leping turned his head and squinted at him.

Lu Sheng's words can only be half believed. After all, people are not willing to admit that they are at fault. The first time something happens, they will push the responsibility to others.

The ghost knows how much beautification has been made in what he said?
"Boy, do you still dare to point at us? Believe it or not, I will chop off your hand?" An old man saw Lu Sheng's gesture of pointing at people, immediately raised the sickle in his hand, and roared angrily.

"That's right, people outside the village get out!"

"No, this kid scolded so many of us and even kicked me while we were in chaos, so let's just forget about it!"

The old man's roar immediately aroused a burst of echo.

This is the most troublesome situation for Li Leping.

In a remote place like this, the psychology of clique and xenophobia is inherently heavy. Once there is a conflict with this group of people, there is no room for reconciliation.

If you reason with him, he will talk to you, embellish you, and be full of bad words.

Then a group of people started to join in.

It's annoying to hear.

Of course, Lu Sheng also has problems.

He didn't listen to Li Leping's advice.

Do you think you can achieve your goal here simply by relying on one or two threats?

As a result, things got bigger and broke up.

"It's really troublesome..."

Li Leping took out a golden pistol from the back of his waist a little irritably, and fired a shot at the ground.

"boom!"

As soon as the gunshot rang out, the bullets splashed a burst of mud, and all the chattering voices disappeared instantly.

Everyone was stunned.

They didn't know why the young man had a gun in his hand, and why he dared to shoot in public.

However, no one dared to speak, and no one dared to yell anymore, because Li Leping had already aimed his gun at them.

Large-caliber gold pistols, bullets can easily penetrate the human body, and staged a "string of candied haws" in this crowded place.

The black muzzle swept across each of them.

Sure enough, in the end, you still have to rely on your fists to speak the truth.

"Everyone, where are you from and where are you going?" Li Leping said in a calm tone.

Originally, he didn't want to make matters worse, because the difference between human beings and ghosts is that human beings can learn and think, and human beings have bottom lines and principles.

Li Leping also has his own principles, and naturally he wouldn't try to provoke someone who didn't offend him.

But there is no way, Lu Sheng has the potential of a pig teammate, so he is allowed to ask the villagers, but he blows up the group of people.

But Lu Sheng has the identity of a ghost master. When Li Gui was imprisoned, these villagers were ordinary people and could not provide any help.

Only ghost masters like Lu Sheng can really work.

In the end, Li Leping could only stand by Lu Sheng's side.

After all, only ghosts can deal with ghosts.

When weighing the pros and cons, you must weigh the pros and cons.

"You stay."

Suddenly, Li Leping pointed his gun in another direction.

That was Lao Zhao's position.

The one who died was Lao Zhao's grandson. Lu Sheng went up to make a fuss at this time, which was tantamount to adding fuel to the flames and getting him into the condemnation team.

At this moment, Lao Zhao also lost his previous free and easy appearance. He was lost, and he just followed in the crowd, wishing he could rush up and punch Lu Sheng twice.

Fortunately, these days, guns are much more deterrent than fists.

Old Zhao didn't speak or respond, he just stood there quietly, staring at Lu Sheng.

"Aren't you leaving?" Li Leping tilted his head, his eyes scanning back and forth on the indifferent villagers.

The next moment, he raised his lowered hand again, and pointed his gun at the group of villagers who were holding hoes, sickles, and even bricks.

Immediately, several villagers became timid.

He stepped back immediately.

As long as one person is afraid, the fear will spread rapidly, and more people will follow suit, because there is no bottom in their hearts.

Like birds and beasts scattered, this group of vicious villagers went mad very quickly and dispersed very quickly.

Before leaving, many people gave Lao Zhao a look of "seeking good fortune".

Brother, don't blame us, they have guns in their hands.

The villagers retreated very quickly, and within half a minute, they retreated further away.

However, a few figures can still be vaguely seen hiding behind the bushes and big trees. These people obviously don't give up, and still hold the mentality of "look and see the fun".

Old Zhao stood still, his heart was still dead, and he looked at Li Leping ashamedly: "What do you want? Do you want to settle the old score and let me refund you the money? "

As he spoke, he actually took out 200 yuan from his pocket and dropped it on the ground.

"Take it! Take it all!"

His emotions were a little out of control, and his voice was like a roar mixed with crying.

Li Leping looked at Lao Zhao with red eyes, of course he knew that what Lao Zhao cared about was not the 200 yuan, but what Lao Zhao cared about was his grandson dying like this.

Others lost their sons in middle age, but he lost his grandson in middle age.

Especially in this place where the continuation of the blood is very important, the pain in Lao Zhao's heart can no longer be described in words.

Li Leping didn't talk to him about money, that would be too low-key.

Walking to the place near the river, Li Leping pointed to the scratches on the ground that only children could leave: "I don't want to argue with you, but I think you should see what this is."

Old Zhao glanced at Li Leping in confusion, but it didn't look like he was joking, so Old Zhao walked slowly to Li Leping's side and looked down.

Immediately afterwards, his pupils shrank suddenly.

On the wet mud floor, a few clearly visible scratches could be seen among the messy shoe prints.

The small scratches are obviously left by children, and the scratches are particularly inconsistent among the many shoe prints, but it is difficult to detect without careful inspection.

It is conceivable that a five or six-year-old child was dragged into the water like this, how powerless and desperate his struggle before death was.

"My grandson was murdered?!"

At this moment, a trace of horror flashed in Old Zhao's eyes, but it was more of a sudden fierce light.

(End of this chapter)