At this time, there were messy footsteps outside the door.
After a while, a large group of people gathered outside the door.
The explosion just now was too loud to avoid attracting people.
I looked back at Lao He and ran over in three steps at a time.
"Uncle He, listen to me. If the stove explodes tonight, the curator will definitely be held accountable."
"I must put the blame on myself, understand?"
Lao He looked at me with trembling lips: "How can that be done? This..."
The urgency of the form made me unconsciously increase my speaking speed.
"Stop arguing! From now on, this matter has nothing to do with you! You will bite me to death, don't let go!"
It’s not that I have to be a hero.
Lao He doesn't know what's going on, but I can't pretend to be confused just because I understand.
This happened purely because of me.
If this happens, he will definitely be kicked out, or he may have to pay compensation.
At such an old age, once he loses his job, it will be a problem to support his family.
Anyway, I am young and can make a living wherever I go.
Due to emotions and reasons, I have to carry this matter!
The people outside the door stretched their necks and looked at the room with different expressions.
Liu Shan, who was standing at the front, could barely express happiness on his face.
I don’t know who reported it to the curator and brought him back from home late at night.
The moment the curator squeezed out of the crowd, his face immediately turned into a purple eggplant.
I was at least three to five meters away from him, but I could still clearly hear the sound of his teeth rubbing together.
"Ancestor!"
The curator looked at me, pursed his lips, and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth.
"*** is my living ancestor! In my last life, I dug your ancestral graves? You tortured me like this!"
This matter cannot be solved by an apology.
Simply, I didn’t say anything.
The curator turned around and shouted angrily: "Everyone is gone!"
For a moment, the curator and I were the only ones looking at the broken stove, silently talking to each other.
After a long time passed, a heavy sigh came from the curator's mouth.
"Forget it, go back to sleep."
I once suspected that I was hallucinating, and I didn't dare to move my feet for a long time.
The curator's eyes widened: "What are you doing standing around here? Are you keeping watch over this stove?"
"I……"
"roll roll roll!"
The curator waved his hand toward the outside, with impatience written all over his face.
This attitude was completely unexpected.
Leaving aside the issue of compensation, a scolding and scolding will definitely be inevitable.
He just let me go, which made me worried.
However, the next day, as usual, he never came to see me again.
It's like this never happened.
The curator let me go, but I fell into deep confusion.
Ever since I arrived in Monan, there has been no time to rest.
Bad luck always seems to be haunting me.
All day long, I kept looking outside.
The words of the young man in Mao suit linger in my ears all the time.
"See you tomorrow, see you tomorrow..."
At noon, the sun is at its peak.
As expected, the young man came as promised and appeared in front of me.
He still had a calm look on his face, opened his mouth, and showed his white teeth.
"meet again."
His calm look was like a friend meeting, without any hint of hostility.
I looked up at the young man and said bluntly: "What on earth do you want to do?"
"The only thing that can kill me has been blown up."
"Tonight, I'll see how you kill me."
These words made me shudder.
Everything seemed to be within his control.
This is what I have done
I was fully prepared, and I hid the kitchen knife and the charm in my arms.
You come to your door again and again to provoke me, can I still let you run away?
I asked, holding the kitchen knife behind my waist in my hand.
"It's not an option for you to pester me like this."
At this time, I had moved in front of him.
"Hold!"
I flew up and put my foot on the young man's body, then took out the kitchen knife and chopped down on the head.
At this moment, I only had one feeling.
It hurts, it hurts.
I kicked him like a steel plate.
"Bang!"
The kitchen knife hit his head, and he just grinned: "You're in a hurry."
Not afraid of the sun, not afraid of kitchen knives.
Isn't he a ghost?
At this time, he punched me, the pain was so painful that I almost lost my breath.
The moment I flew out, I instinctively wanted to grab something.
"Hey!"
The tunic on his body was immediately pulled off by me.
The dark brown skin was immediately exposed in front of me. When I looked carefully, I saw that there were even gaps at each joint.
The wood grains of different shades are like annual rings, stacked on top of each other.
I couldn't help but take a breath.
I seem to know what he is.
I picked up the chair at hand and hit him on the head.
Normally, I wouldn't have the guts to kill anyone.
But this time, it’s completely different!
"Bang bang bang!"
I pounded him down and down, but he didn't resist at all.
Until the chair deformed, I pushed down harder.
"Wow"
He spread out like a robot. There was no flesh and blood in his body, but it was full of wooden parts.
The smallest part is no bigger than my fingernail. Needless to say, it is so exquisite.
The moment I saw his shoulder just now, I had already guessed it.
Now it confirms my guess, this is Luban Shu!
