The Jiangpan community had a rare night of tranquility.
Because Chen Qingkeng killed almost all the ghosts in the entire community.
There is no difference between day and night now, but habits developed over decades will not change overnight.
At seven or eight o'clock, everyone woke up one after another.
Uncle Xia started to listen to the audio novel very skillfully, speaking at three times the speed, making it impossible for normal people to hear clearly.
There was no signal on the TV, and Hou Gang had dark circles under his eyes, obviously not sleeping well.
Even though it was quiet last night, I woke up seven or eight times.
Li Qi made breakfast and everyone ate together. Hou Gang spoke:
"Chen Qing, our family has really been greatly favored by you. The ghosts seem to be quieter now, so it's hard to disturb them anymore."
"Uncle, Monkey and I have a life-long friendship. What you are saying is totally foreign to us."
"But it's always inconvenient..."
"Okay, then be careful and don't open the door no matter who it is."
Monkey reluctantly said: "It's more comfortable here... Why didn't I think of setting up a recreation room?"
"Take one and go."
"Is this true? Foster father!" The monkey was overjoyed.
Soon, the monkey really took away a computer.
Chen Qing's storage space is 150PB, which is 150,000TP. Unfortunately, he has set up a NAS and cannot part with it for him.
However, I have copied more than 30 games and playing them for a few months is enough.
The safe house in Monkey's house is anti-ghost, and ordinary ghosts cannot enter. Coupled with the monkey's own strength and the tomb beast.
Don't worry too much about safety.
In the same community, Hong Jian and Huang Xue had red and swollen faces.
After being beaten up by Chen Qing, the two of them realized something, gritted their teeth, and started taking care of Hong Ya's funeral affairs.
Actually...it's just burning.
The two felt that they were strong enough, but the moment the fire spread to the body...
Hong Jian rolled on the ground, crying heartbrokenly.
Huang Xue even wanted to fight the fire, but was stopped by Ji Luo.
Whether it is a funeral home or an ethnic minority that practices cremation. Relatives were never allowed to be present.
When the corpse is there, you will feel that the "person" is still there.
And once the fire is over, we will never see it again in this life. The pain of tearing the heart in half is not something that people can bear.
And pile after pile of fires went up.
Some whose whole families had died were randomly thrown into piles and burned.
The whole neighborhood smelled of a strange burning smell.
There were cries everywhere.
Rough statistics show that 30% of the people died in the past day.
According to Chen Qing's estimate, the death toll on the first day was at least half.
However, the Abandoned Infant Pagoda killed almost all the wandering souls and indirectly saved hundreds of people.
The official phone number has been unreachable, and a terrifying number of ghosts are roaming the streets.
Ji Luo directed the people and began to build the wall.
The materials have already been prepared, and they are prefabricated panels with a mortise and tenon structure.
The crowd was very fast, and the base was already two meters high in one noon.
Ji Luo once again directed everyone to come to the riverside and raise the low wall.
Huang Xue and Hong Jian are at home.
In front of them were the hamsters raised by Hong Ya. The two hamsters inside were struggling. The sound was not loud, but it was extremely sad.
Hong Jian's eyes were serious: "It is indeed poisonous! Chen Qing did not lie to us!"
Huang Xue was in a state of despair, her eyes fixed on wherever she moved.
"Xiao Xue!!"
"Cheer up! We want to avenge our daughter!"
Huang Xue raised her head blankly, her eyes already swollen from crying but no longer able to shed tears.
"Cheer up! Cheer up!!" Hong Jian shook her and sighed.
Come to the kitchen and get busy.
Halfway through the work, Huang Xue also joined in.
At seven o'clock in the evening, Chen Kun, who was extremely busy, received a call from Hong Jian:
"Xiaokun, thank you for helping Xiaoya so much. We made a meal, so please come over."
"Uncle, no need. I'm really busy here and can't spare any time."
"We are like rice and steel, and we have to have a full stomach to defend our homeland. And your aunt spent three hours making it to thank you, so you should come over and eat it warm."
"this……"
Chen Kun hesitated for a moment and agreed.
What Hong Jian and his wife didn't expect was that Chen Kun came with Ji Luo.
It was hard to say anything, so he welcomed both of them in.
"Uncle, what's wrong with your face?"
"I met a ghost in the community. It was injured. It was so tall and big. It looked a bit like a toad."
"Oh, that's a toilet ghost. Be careful of the wound, it will become inflamed."
Chen Kun no longer doubted.
"Drink some, the community will still be relying on you two from now on."
Hong Jian took out the fine wine from his collection and filled it for the two of them.
Seeing that the two were about to refuse, Hong Jian said solemnly: "You have always taken care of Xiaoya. This cup is for Xiaoya."
The two of them looked at each other and couldn't refuse anymore, so they had to drink.
They had drank beer, but the liquor was too strong, and both of them grinned while drinking.
Immediately, Hong Jian filled two more glasses:
"In ancient times, this cup was a consolation wine! It represents the recognition of parents and officials! We all see the contribution you two have made to our community."
Chen Kun wanted to refuse, but Ji Luo immediately raised his glass.
These two sentences spoke to his heart!
He now feels that he is even worthy of words such as "devoting his whole life".
"Uncle, I've finished this cup!"
Ji Luo drank, and Chen Kun had no choice but to follow suit.
In terms of strength, Ji Luo can beat Hong Jian of a platoon.
But people are so sophisticated, how can the two of them be Hong Jian's opponents?
Hong Jian has such a big belly, not a ounce of meat is wasted.
Soon Hong Jian touched Ji Luo's destiny: "Some people are still making sarcastic remarks, but they don't know what you have paid. I really feel unworthy of you."
Ji Luo sighed, raised his glass again, and drank it all in one gulp.
At this moment, he was already a bit tongue-tied, "Sign up... I..., I won't say anything anymore, it's all in the wine!"
Chen Kun had consciously refused, but Hong Jian frowned: "Do you feel that Hong Ya is gone and you don't like me, a bad old man who has no future?"
"What are you talking about?"
This was a bit serious. Chen Kun immediately raised his glass: "I said the wrong thing, uncle, don't be offended."
"Then you should...should have three cups!" Ji Luo pointed out three fingers.
Chen Kun frowned and drank three glasses of wine.
After drinking one cup after another, the two of them sat a little tilted.
Hong Jian felt that it was almost done, but to be on the safe side, he still persuaded him to drink.
The two refused, saying "You look down on me", and they were able to drink it again.
Huang Xue, who had been hiding, slowly opened the bedroom door.
She couldn't control her emotions. She was afraid of causing trouble, so she kept hiding. Now she finally appeared.
The boning knife glowed with a cold light as it walked into Chen Kun step by step.
Chen Kun was already drunk.
He said something vaguely in his mouth.
Huang Xue's face turned red, and her heart almost jumped out of her throat. The boning knife was shaking violently, and she could hardly hold the knife.
Hong Jian stepped forward and grabbed the knife.
He also drank some, but was still in control and able to move.
Raise the knife high!
puff!
The knife was inserted heavily into the heart!
But Hong Jian obviously underestimated the hardness of the sternum, and the knife only inserted about an inch. He wanted to pull it out and stab it again, but it was stuck tightly on the sternum.
"ah!!!"
Chen Kun screamed and subconsciously kicked hard.
boom!
Hong Jian's body flew out and hit the table filled with wine and food.
There was a loud crashing sound, and more than half of the plates and wine bottles were shattered.
Ji Luo woke up suddenly, shook his head, and looked at everything in front of him with hazy eyes.
A large amount of blood came out from Chen Kun's chest, and he was already half awake.
"I'll kill you!!" Huang Xue shouted, took out a kitchen knife and slashed hard.
Chen Kun dodged suddenly and punched Huang Xue hard in the chest.
Huang Xue's body flew out, hit the wall, and slowly fell down.
Chen Kun looked at the knife stuck in his chest in disbelief, his mind was in a mess: "Why?"
"Are you... crazy?! Are you crazy!!"
With a thought, the ghost appeared on him.
Chen Kun walked over, pinched Huang Xue's neck, and slowly lifted her up.
"You bitch, you're fucking tired of living!"
His hands gradually became harder, and Huang Xue's face immediately turned red from holding back.
Her kitchen knife hadn't even come off yet, and she hit Chen Kun hard on the shoulder.
It's just that the demon possessed it, and it seemed like it had been chopped on some hard wood, unable to break any skin.
Huang Xue was desperate.
Without Hong Ya, she would no longer want to live.
Fortunately, the great revenge was avenged.
Maybe it's to breathe out, maybe it's to die faster.
She used the last of her strength to chop Chen Kun in the face.
Chen Kun's eyes narrowed, he grabbed the knife and dropped it hard!
puff!
Most of the kitchen knife did not penetrate into Huang Xue's chest.
"Hoo..."
Huang Xue opened her mouth wide, and all her strength was rapidly draining away.
clang!
A pan hit Chen Kun hard on the head.
Chen Kun threw Huang Xue down casually and turned around slowly.
clang!
Another sound.
clang!
clang!
Chen Kun no longer wanted to ask why.
The pan was smashed down again, but it stopped mid-air.
Hong Jian's fist was crushed little by little.
Then, Chen Kun gently took the pan away... and slapped Hong Jian hard on the face!
boom!
Blood spurts.
The pan had a big dent in it.
Hong Jian's face... was broken.
The huge figure collapsed.
Huang Xue struggled, trying to crawl over and hold her husband's hand, but every time she moved, it was so laborious, and the distance of two meters seemed as far away as the horizon.
Her vision slowly turned dark.
She moved forward hard and finally touched a rough, fat hand.
All Huang Xue's power was released.
She grasped the hand tightly.
And this hand also held her tightly.
Never move again.
