The strongest reserve for the doomsday

The fat man saw that the caller ID was written "Boss Wu", so it was almost certain that these people must be Boss Wu's group of arms dealers, and the Bodhisattva blessed that he did not kill innocents indiscriminately. I'm defending myself, brothers, and you can't complain about me.

The fat man took the phone and waited for this Mr. Wu to hang up. It must not be able to be connected, and the fat man still knows this truth.

After about half a minute, the phone stopped ringing. The fat man hurriedly dismantled the mobile phone battery, then took out the phone card and folded it directly, and then threw the phone and the phone card directly into the river below.

It's 4 or 5 o'clock in the afternoon, but it's the other side of the mountain, not the sunny side of our house.

So at 4 or 5 o'clock in the afternoon, the sun doesn't shine much on the shady side here.

Especially in this kind of dense forest in the mountains, soon the sky will be dark, whirring, and the mountain breeze blowing over is cold.

The fat man had just gone through a fierce struggle (frightened), and now he was also sweating profusely, and he didn't have time to wipe it.

After the mountain wind behind him blew, he instantly hit a wit.

It's not like a ghost has come to the door.

"Amitabha, donors.

Fat man, I have no grievances with you in the past, and I have no enmity in the near future, this time I set up a cannon battle in this wilderness, and unfortunately killed you.

I didn't expect this artillery battle to be so powerful, if you want to blame it, blame your Boss Wu, sell such

a powerful artillery battle, what if it is touched by a child, such a powerful artillery battle, who would dare to put it in the New Year.

Even if it doesn't blow up people, it's not right to blow up flowers and plants.

My fat man looks at you here and looks pitiful, and I don't want you to be in the wilderness, so I will sort out your bones later, and then bury them alive.

I don't ask you to give me any funeral time here, you will go to heaven in the future, become a Wenqu star in the sky, bless me to make a fortune, and the peach blossoms will roll in. So

the fat man searched for the bones of the four unfortunate men who had been killed by the cannonade in the ditch, on the dirt slope, and in the creek. Then collect these things and put them on the side of the dirt road.

"There is a wrong, there is a debtor, there is a wrong, there is a debtor, go to Qingshan to find Boss Wu. "

The fat man didn't know where he learned the spell, but he probably learned it from cartoons when he was a child.

The fat man climbed up and down, tired and half dead, and when he had almost collected it, he sat down on the ground.

Originally, I was going to dig a pit on the small hillside, but this collection work had to climb up and down, and I had to bend over, so now the fat man was tired enough, and the fat man stared at the 3-meter pit in front of him that was blown out by him and sat down, and the obscene inspiration moved:

"Everyone, feng shui treasure, my fat master has already found it for you." Rest in peace, Amen"

Then he climbed into the car, and found a shovel from the back pocket, and then shoveled the bones into the pit that had just been blown up...

Then the fat man looked at the scattered auto parts around the area, and didn't think about how to do it.

If these parts are not disposed of, they can cause trouble.

He also wanted to just do it and just throw these parts into the pit.

But when you think about it, it seems to be disrespectful to these dead people ...

"Eh, there's a way!!

" The fat man patted his head, happily shoveled a shovel, and directly shoveled these scattered parts into the pit, and muttered with a smile:

"Brothers, bring you a car over"

After doing this, this pit has not been filled, so the fat man went to the dirt slope next to him to shovel the soil, shoveled it over and covered it, until I came, the fat man just filled the big hole...

The whole mountain was filled with the sound of fat men digging in the soil. Thankfully, I was the only one who heard it.

I also think that in this big mountain, at night, who is still digging, and when I take a closer look, TMD is a fat

man, I smiled and drove over and said: "Fat man, what about the foolish man moving mountains?"

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The author has something to say

: The following content is not included in the billing: I don't do bad things in my life, and I am not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night. This fat man can be regarded as reciting scriptures to these unlucky ghosts, and I hope that the brothers will not come to knock on the door in the middle of the night. It's not that the fat man is afraid, but I'm afraid. The comrades who chased the more worked hard.