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Chapter 114 I am acting in self-defense!

At 3:30 in the morning, the graves were chaotic and the night was dark and the wind was high.

I held the dagger and stabbed it like to stab it tofu! I kept stabbing this person in the stomach with craziness!

At first this man knew how to resist.

Slowly, he leaned on me weakly, his eyes becoming dull and dissipated.

I pulled off his mask!

This is a middle-aged man in his forties, with high cheekbones and thin face. I am sure I don't know him.

I took a few steps back, held the bloody knife, and gasped.

The man covered his abdomen with both hands and looked at me with wide mouth. He seemed to want to speak, but he couldn't speak because of the pain.

He just looked at me like this for more than ten seconds, and his body fell to the ground with a thud.

I went over and touched his neck.

No heartbeat.

My hands were covered in blood, and I sat on the ground weakly and took out a cigarette.

I wanted to light a cigarette, but because the lighter was stained with blood, I couldn't get it no matter how hard I tried it.

"Oh shit!"

I threw the lighter to the ground, and there was a voice in my mind telling myself to calm down!

He deserves it!

He wants to seek money and kill him! I am self-defense! I am not guilty!

If he doesn't die, then 100% of the person lying on the ground now is me!

I hurried back to the village and found a shovel. I returned to the grave beach, found a corner, and then started digging a hole.

I dug a square pit more than one meter deep with the fastest speed.

Drag the man over and push him into the pit.

His shoes fell off, so I ran back to pick them up and threw them into the pit together.

I didn't hesitate and started burying the soil.

While burying me, I looked around, and was very nervous, afraid that I would be seen.

Sudden!

I don’t know where the melodious sound of flute sounded, which scared me.

Accompanied by, there is also a buzzing vibration!

I looked down.

The soil had covered most of the man's face.

A faint light came from his pocket, and the sound of the flute came from here, it was his cell phone.

I took out my cell phone and saw it. It was a small-screen Nokia that was a few years ago. The caller ID was two words.

"Daughter".

I didn't answer, and I didn't dare to press and hang up.

After the phone rang for a while, I locked out the battery and buried it together.

More than ten minutes later, the soil was buried flat, and I walked back and forth a few steps to the ground.

I was worried about it, so I pushed a few big stones over and pressed them on my head.

After picking up my bag and making sure I didn't leave anything, I left the Luan Tung Beach.

When I returned to the village, I picked up the paper people and stuffed them into the trunk of the car, and drove away in a hurry.

I just got on the main road and a taxi drove towards me.

When I turned on the headlight and passed by, I saw Xiaoxuan sitting in the back row.

With a sudden brake, I changed to reverse gear and quickly turned back.

"Yunfeng!"

Xiao Xuan threw the door and got out of the car, rushed over and asked, "You're okay, Yunfeng!"

Master Zhe came with her. Perhaps it was because he was in a hurry. Master Zhe was wearing slippers and shorts and didn’t even bring his glasses.

"Get in the car, I'll take you back."

Xiaoxuan nodded, turned around and said to the taxi driver, "Master, please trouble you, we won't go."

"The money cannot be refunded if I don't go, so I've all walked here."

"No need to withdraw from the master, please walk slowly." Xiaoxuan sent the taxi away.

Seeing that my arms were covered with blood, Xiaoxuan asked with pain: "What happened just now! Tell me about it!"

"Nothing." I don't really want to mention it.

Seeing that I didn't say anything, Xiaoxuan wasn't asking, but grabbed my wrist tightly.

She has little hands, but she is very warm.

Not long after I went back, Brother Yu and Achun also took a taxi from the city overnight. Seeing that nothing happened to me, Brother Yu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "No matter what, it's fine if the person is fine. You scared me just now. I was thinking about who wants to kill you."

"Okay, Brother Yu, don't force Yunfeng, he doesn't want to say it." Xiaoxuan said.

Brother Yu shut up immediately and stopped asking about this.

My bag was stained with blood, and the bag of silver coins was stained with blood. I washed it several times before I washed it clean.

After chatting with Zhangtou for a few minutes, I was very sleepy and went to bed.

I had a nightmare, and the dream was very real.

For many years, I always remember it from time to time. I asked a psychologist. The doctor said that this type of dream is called "external dream". He explained professionally that something in the subconscious mind that he is afraid of is manifested.

For example, if you watch a ghost movie at night, you dream about the plot in the ghost movie that night and you also participate in it. This is the concreteness of fear, which is very mysterious.

I dreamed that I was lying on the bed in the hotel that night, and suddenly my body floated up.

I want to move but can't.

I turned my head and looked down and found that it was a pair of paper men of golden boy and jade girl who lifted me up.

The two paper men had a lifelike face, as if they were alive.

Their eyes can only move up and down, not left and right, and carry me quickly, and quickly lift me to the chaotic grave beach.

When I arrived at the grave stall, there was mist here, and a man was squatting on the ground and crying with his head in his arms.

He turned his head suddenly!

His face is as white as paper, without a nose, and his eyes are bleeding!

I turned my head and wanted to run away, but two paper men grabbed me from the left and right!

At this moment, two paper men holding me suddenly screamed like a human voice! Then there was a loud bang, and the fire from some unknown place burned the paper man!

In the fire, the paper man was curled and deformed, and soon turned black and gray.

My chest was slightly hot and I looked down.

It is the backbone left by Lao Fu to me.

Awakened from the nightmare, my back was covered with sticky cold sweat. At this moment, the sun was rising and it was dawn.

I didn't dare to go to Huomo Village. I reminded me that after two days of tranquility, the weather was calm and nothing bad happened.

On the contrary, there are good things.

Yuan Sibi came out of the police station.

I found a restaurant and he asked me to have a drink.

"Brother Yuan, why did you come out in just two days?"

"Brother, what you said! Do you want me to live in there for two years?"

"Why, Brother Yuan, you are kidding, come on, drink."

He came out first because the police station did not find silver coins where he lived, so there was no physical evidence, so he came out early. Of course, these were all planned secretly.

Putting down the wine glass, he looked around and asked in a low voice: "Brother, I have bought you two days with my life. How many have you done?"

I smiled and reached out to compete with two, and then six.

He slapped the table excitedly, shocking the girl who had been eating.

I collected more than 80 pieces before, and the total number was more than 340 pieces.

He whispered: "Brother, I have contacted the boss just now. He will fly to see our goods in person and will arrive tonight."

I nodded and said that the relationship is good, so we will pick up the boss together in the evening.

As the saying goes, brothers settle accounts clearly, and Yuan Sibi and I are not brothers, so we are at best as partners.

The cost of receiving goods for the two of us is close to one million.

If we can sell it to the Hong Kong boss at a price of 10,000 yuan per coin, we will make a net profit of more than 2 million yuan, half the share, and one person will make more than 1 million yuan.

Next, I told the background and story of the silver coins to Yuan Sibi, and he was shocked.

Rich people love to listen to stories when they collect things, and they are more willing to spend more money on antiques with stories.

The more bizarre the story behind this thing, the more legendary they are, the greater the urge to spend money.

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