Chapter 438

"Ah! What a pain!"

In the setting sun, Fang Qiming squatted in front of the temple with his back against the wall and smoked.

His face was pale, his eyes were sunken, and his expression was extremely depressed. His legs were trembling, and his fingers holding cigarettes in his right hand were trembling.

On his ass, the pain like tearing his heart and lungs made him frown and twitch from time to time.

After pulling all afternoon, he felt he was a loser now!

"Ah! It really hurts! No, it's Chrysanthemum!"

Tang Bowen squatted aside, smoking a cigarette.

His eyes were also deep, and his face was as white as paper.

Smoking, he was in a trance, confused, and the whole person was about to float up.

This floating feeling seems to alleviate the pain from your ass.

However, with a slight movement, the pain suddenly became severe, and the feeling was almost tearing the heart and lungs.

He finally realized that what is called chrysanthemum residue, all over the ground.

Next to the two, a line of people lined up and puffed up one by one. They were very sad.

"Shit, that boy, how can you be so lucky!"

Fang Qiming scolded angrily.

The original flawless plan, but in the end, it fell on the dead old man, but it hurt himself badly.

"That boy, evil!"

One sighed.

"Yes, it's too evil!" Some people agree.

"Evil fart! I don't believe this evil!" Fang Qiming suddenly stood up and threw the cigarette end heavily, with an angry look on his face.

But the next moment, he gave an ouch, covered the chrysanthemum, and his face twitched with pain.

"Shit, it's all caused by that smelly boy. If it weren't for him, how could we be so miserable!" Fang Qiming said angrily.

"You all cheer me up, but it's just a failure in the first round. We have a backup plan. Let's go. We must kill the boy this time."

Then he limped forward.

Tang Bowen looked at each other and followed.

The postures of the group were all very strange, which attracted a lot of surprised eyes.

Plan 2 - destroy the boy's tent and pour all the quilts on the sewage.

But as a result, beauty Liu said shyly, "Tang Hao, why don't you... Sleep with me! I live in a tent alone. It's very empty. Just borrow a quilt."

They almost vomited blood.

Nima, they're not fixing him. They're obviously helping him.

In particular, Fang Qiming was so angry that his face twitched, and chrysanthemum almost died of blood avalanche again.

Plan 3 - release the snake and scare the boy to death.

But as a result, the boy met the snake and was not a little afraid. Instead, he showed excitement. Yes, he was excited and his eyes were shining.

As soon as he touched his hand, he grabbed the snake with thick wrist and muttered, "well, this snake is good and can make a pot of snake soup!"

Then, in their shocked eyes, the boy directly took the snake and ran to the stream. He didn't know where to take out a knife and kill the snake.

Then he lit a bonfire and took out pots, pans, bowls, chopsticks, spoons and various spices from the backpack. They were almost moving out of a kitchen.

One by one, their eyes were almost bulging out.

holy crap You're kidding!

So many things, which is the bottom of a small back package? This boy is not a jingle cat. How can he have such magical skills?

Soon, there was an incredible fragrance escaping. When they heard it, they all swallowed their saliva and were greedy.

However, they can only look at it and watch the group drink happily there, and they can only squat there silently and endure the suffering of hunger.

The sharp pain from time to time on the chrysanthemum makes them want to be immortal and die.

"I'm so angry! I'm so angry!"

Fang Qiming finally couldn't bear it. His anger has reached the extreme.

"Don't blame me, smelly boy! You forced me! I'm going to use the ultimate means, hum! I didn't want to use it originally, because it's too vicious, but now I have to use it!"

He said grimly.

Tang Bowen and others on one side changed their faces.

They have also heard of the method the president said. It is said to be a very vicious thing.

"Hum! Boy, wait!"

Fang Qiming took the backpack beside him and took out a wooden box. In the box, there was a small wooden man nailing a nail on the head of the wooden man.

On the wooden man, there are things like ghosts and amulets.

Looking at the little wooden man, a group of people swallowed their saliva with difficulty and looked a little scared.

This kind of strange thing is the most frightening, especially in this mountain.

Fang Qiming also hesitated for a long time.

He asked for this thing from an uncle. It is said to be something from Nanyang. There is a ghost in it.

As long as you hold the wooden man, you can control the ghost and let the ghost get on the body.

"Shit, what are you afraid of!" Fang Qiming murmured and became emboldened.

They first returned to their tent and rested for a few hours. When it was late at night, they slipped out and squatted in the woods near Liu Bingyao's tent.

When Fang Qiming pulled out the nail, he saw a smoke gushing from the wooden man and turned into a faint human shape.

For a moment, a group of people were frightened and trembled.

Fang Qiming trembled the most, but he tried his best to calm down and clenched the wooden man.

The ghost seemed to feel his thoughts, turned around and floated towards the tent.

"Hahaha! Smelly boy, you're finished this time. I won't kill you!" Fang Qiming showed a look of ecstasy.

However, the ghost floated near the tent and suddenly stopped.

Then he turned sharply, showed a fierce look, and turned to rush at them.

For a moment, they were all stunned.

At the next moment, their faces changed greatly and they were scared to death.

"My God!"

They screamed and jumped up one after another. Regardless of the injury of chrysanthemum, they tried their best to eat milk and ran wildly.

Running, many people fell down. Looking back, they couldn't help crying for their parents. Then he struggled to get up and ran away frantically.

They were completely stunned. They only knew to run and run. They all dispersed and went deep into the barren mountains.

When they come back, they can't find their way back.

Take out your cell phone. There's no signal.

As soon as I saw the black paint smeared around, I was frightened and didn't dare to walk around. I shrank in one place, cold and hungry, and had to endure the pain of chrysanthemums.

In the mountains, Fang Qiming and Tang Bowen were huddled in a corner.

They snuggled up to keep warm, but they were still blue and blue with cold.

"So... So cold... So hungry..."

"Mom, I want to go home!" Their voices were already crying.