snake coffin

Chapter 650 People’s hearts are like snakes
Although Lao Fan is annoying and nagging, he is not convinced by talent and only likes students who work hard, but his three views are very upright.

So I didn't want to hide it from Mrs. Fan.

If she wants to escape, or suddenly turns into a snake and wants to swallow me, I will kill her myself with this stone knife!

It turns out that I have gradually become cold-blooded and cold-hearted...

But right after I finished speaking, Mrs. Fan froze for a moment.

Then he said to me: "Can you tell me why? I don't know why Lao Fan died in the first place, but he said that he would have such an ending."

"Long Ling, can you tell me why we have to leave like this now?" Mrs. Fan still had such a calm look on her face.

Just like that night, when I helped her add firewood to the stove, she was cooking loach tofu soup and talking about the past between her and Lao Fan.

She still called me "Long Ling", unlike Feng Wangshu and the others, who respectfully but cautiously called me "Patriarch He".

I touched the knife and looked up at her.

After thinking about it, he still briefly said the snake coffin, the eight evil coffins, the black scorpion, the blood lice, and the little earth mother word by word.

Mrs. Fan used to be a good storyteller, but now she is also a good listener.

I don't know how long it has been since I said these words in such a normal, calm, and purposeless way.

Obviously, Mrs. Fan and I have only met each other a few times, so we can't be regarded as acquaintances, and we can't be regarded as hit-to-miss.

But she and I seem to be friends for many years, hugging our knees and holding a candle, talking about our respective experiences.

One speaks, one listens.

Looking back, I just smiled, without questioning or guessing.

After I finished speaking, Mrs. Fan just patted her head thoughtfully and looked at the soles of her feet, but she didn't ask about the blood lice.

He just said to me: "Then I'll go back first. You are busy, don't worry about me. In fact, Lao Fan is not your serious teacher. It is already very face-saving for you to call me teacher."

She said and walked towards the door without looking back. Although her steps were eager, they were unusually steady.

Just when she opened the door, I stopped her: "Ms. Fan."

She just turned her head and smiled at me, stroked her hair and said, "Don't worry, I won't say anything."

I held the stone knife and watched her close the door.

In fact, the moment I called her, an idea flashed through my head.

If she doesn't go get the money and just stays at home, I will let her live like this.

After all, even her blood lice alone would not be able to survive as a little earth mother.

Even if she can turn into a danger of swallowing people, I will try my best to find a way to control it.

But she thought that I was trying to warn her...

That is, after her words, I knew that my thoughts were naive!
Suddenly, I feel a little stuck. Everyone in Qingshui Town is dead, so no one will call me "Long Ling".

There will no longer be anyone who only knows me as Long Qixu’s daughter.

Even Long Qixu and Mrs. Long will never call me "Long Ling" again, and they will never look at me like a daughter again.

From then on, I will only be He Yue, the nominal head of the Sheyugu family, the indisputable witch god of Bashan...

When I planned to say these things to Mrs. Fan, I was actually very afraid that she would kill me because she knew the truth and took advantage of Mo Xiu's absence.

I didn't expect her to be so calm!
Someone yelled from the upstairs next door: "Wow, there are cash transport trucks coming in, several cash transport trucks! Hurry! Hurry!"

I didn't expect Mo Xiu to be so serious, so I hurriedly glanced out the window, and saw a group of six armored vehicles driving past the middle of the road of the unit building.

There is no need to think about why so many cash transport vehicles enter the community.

What's more, the security guards of the Feng family have already started broadcasting, asking everyone to take stools, uniformly distributed brochures, and the compensation agreement they signed to the small playground for a meeting.

The people in the whole community are boiling up!

But the people outside the community who were clamoring for room allocation made it even worse.

After all, it must be uncomfortable to stand outside and watch the people inside distributing money.

Holding the stone knife, enduring the pain in my ankle, I slowly moved outside the door.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a family from upstairs running down. When passing by me, the hostess of that house shook the document bag in her hand: "Have you brought all your things? Today you can finally divide the money." , go quickly."

The man in her family pushed her, dragged her downstairs, and said in a low voice, "Are you stupid? There are so many people making trouble outside, why? I don't know if she is from Qingshui Town, What are the points!"

"But the family has come in, and the room has been allocated, it must be..." The hostess continued to argue, but when she reached the lower floor, she ran into an acquaintance again, and everyone greeted happily, and did not discuss me any more.

I looked at Mrs. Fan's door, moved my feet, and was about to walk over.

I felt a tightness in my waist, and followed Mo Xiu and hugged me: "If my feet hurt, I will go out by myself, and I will go out for a while, and you will come out."

Now he can hold me firmly in his arms with one hand, just like holding a baby, which makes me feel a little dumbfounded.

What's more, he was able to free one hand to lift the hem of the robe and take a look at my ankle.

After making sure there was no bleeding from the wound, he carried me down.

While walking, he whispered to me: "You said to prepare one billion, so I prepared one billion."

"Six armored vans, can they hold one billion?" I have no idea about money, but one billion is not so easy to get, right?

It will take many days just to mobilize so much cash.

And I don't know how much a cash transport truck can hold, but six... always feel a little small.

Mo Xiu looked down at me, and said with a helpless look: "What do you think is money? They think they have got it, and it is money. But it is nothing more than a piece of paper, and it is nothing more than satisfying the desire in their hearts."

"You said they live here now, they can't get out, and what are they doing with the money?" Mo Xiu walked steadily at the end with me in his arms.

He smiled bitterly and said: "The desires in their hearts are actually the same as Aunt Liu's. It's just that you always thought that Aunt Liu was like this, but her desire is to make money."

I listened to what Mo Xiu said, thought about it, and realized that I never saw Aunt Liu having any entertainment, except of course gossip.

She stayed at the noodle shop all year round, wearing old clothes and work clothes that came as a gift when she bought soy sauce, seasonings and other things. She never seemed to be glamorous.

Not to mention hanging out, hanging out and stuff like that.

I have never seen her eat properly even when eating.

Sometimes a customer ordered noodles, was not satisfied and returned, and she would eat them.

Or cook something to eat by yourself...

Even if I make some pickles or something, it’s because serving as a side dish makes business better.

Her family has the best business in the town. They fry the saozi at night and prepare for the next day.

In the morning before the students go to class, the door is opened.

I remember that I studied by myself early, it was after six o'clock, and every time Madam Long didn't want to make it for me, she ate it at Aunt Liu's.

She is so tireless, but after earning so much money, she still wants to swallow people into gold.

On the way, everyone happily walked towards the small playground. There were blood lice under everyone's feet, holding long lines.

They were all happily discussing how many people in the family could get a share.

I was carried by Moxiu, so I walked at the end.

The people in front turned their heads and looked at us from time to time. First, a few people whispered, and then some people started to walk forward.

Moreover, the eyes of those people looking back at us became more and more fierce. Some people's pupils contracted faintly and gradually became vertical.

This is a sign of turning into a snake...

(End of this chapter)