Young lady, she is poor and stingy

Chapter 558 Weapons (8)

Nan Zhao nodded: "I know."

Red King asked: "Shall I go into the mountains with you?"

He Xiaoran shook his head: "You don't have to follow me, you go to the major orphanages for the disabled, especially the adoption cases related to high-functioning autistic children."

Red King glanced at her and nodded: "Okay!"

Nan Zhao looked at He Xiaoran, and suddenly said: "He Xiaoran, you must not die. If you die, I will pat my ass with Hong King and go back to Nancheng to live our happy life."

Red King nodded vigorously, with a firm face: "That's right!"

He Xiaoran said: "You are going to go back like this. Do you think Zhou Chenyuan will be very unhappy, chasing you to your lair every day, and asking you to hand over Xiaomi Mili's mother?"

Nan Zhao was so angry that he almost flipped the table. This woman was too much. Those words were not disappointing, so she didn't say anything.

"As long as you know!"

Hong King thought for a while, then glanced at Nan Zhao, "I think everyone else is fine, the key is that it's hard to explain to Xiao Papi."

"Who are you calling a pickpocket?" He Xiaoran reminded, "Be careful what you say! When is my family smart, beautiful and cute, not a pickpocket!"

Nan Zhao and Hong King rolled their eyes at the same time, when will they be pickpockets!
As soon as the shuttle bus stopped, the three of them quickly dispersed as if they didn't know each other, followed by other guests.

There are many black cars parked outside the airport to attract passengers. Whenever you see anyone, ask if you need a car.

He Xiaoran stopped one of the cars, bargained with the other party in the local language, and then got in the car and left.

Nan Zhao and Hong King are also good at using the local language. They look like tourists if they don't open their mouths, but let people know that they are native-born locals.

There is no way, even if it is many years later, some instincts are still engraved in the bones.

Four hours later, He Xiaoran got out of the car and appeared in a remote mountainous area.

Not far away is brightly lit, and a huge distinctive village is located in front of it. This is Meiyi Village, a famous practice holy place in country T, where practitioners from all over the world gather to practice.

During the fixed middle and long holidays every year, international practice will be held.In the sparsely populated mountains and forests full of trees, such a place is a paradise and a rare quiet place.

He Xiaoran found out that the monk at the reception was a young Vietnamese master. He heard that He Xiaoran was a practitioner who came here especially for his fame, and soon arranged for her to stay.

People who come here come from all over the world, with mixed languages, and practitioners rely on self-consciousness. Once they check in, very few people control them to go.

Listening to scriptures in the auditorium, chanting scriptures and paying homage to the Buddha are completely out of the individual’s heart. Most of the practitioners who have traveled thousands of miles and traveled for several hours to come here are full of piety, and very few of them steal and play tricks.

After He Xiaoran stayed, she followed other practitioners to queue up to eat in the cafeteria at night. After eating, she returned to the dormitory. After a simple wash, she began to recuperate and had a good night's sleep.

Before dawn the next day, people around got up one after another to go to the auditorium to listen to scriptures and chant scriptures. He Xiaoran just followed them to the cafeteria for dinner.After eating, when others started to help the monks in Meiyi Village clean up, He Xiaoran quickly left Meiyi Village and walked towards the deep mountain, taking advantage of people's unpreparedness.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, when she was approaching the foot of the mountain, she pushed aside a piece of ruins and found some raised mounds.

He Xiaoran stretched out his fists and shook the mound, "Brothers and sisters, I know that you died miserably, but it has nothing to do with me. If you want to find it, you have to find the person who harmed you. Don't find the wrong person." what!"

Buried in the wilderness, there is not even a tombstone, either a tragic death or an unjust death, anyway, these people did not have a good life when they were alive, and they did not have a good end when they died.

He Xiaoran passed by and climbed over the mound, walking all the way, clicking his tongue, and it was newly piled up not long ago, it seems that the crime has been continuing!
He Xiaoran took out the paper, and according to the drawing drawn by Nan Zhao and Hong King, he changed several directions before finding the correct view of the drawing, "I'll go, what is this drawing by Nan Zhao? Damn it!"

She continued to walk along the mound, walked through the mound, and saw a tomb with a tombstone in a piece of wild grass.

In this place, people can build monuments after death, but a few people, most of them dig a hole and bury them. If they didn't get along well with people when they were alive, they might just throw them outside and let wild dogs eat them.

He Xiaoran curiously walked towards the tombstone in the half-person tall grass, wanting to see where it is sacred, and even asked someone to build a tombstone in this place.

Before they reached the tombstone, they suddenly heard someone yelling in local language: "Stop!
Immediately following the sound of bullets being fired under his feet, He Xiaoran immediately stood in place and slowly raised his hands.

Four or five people came over, He Xiaoran turned his back to them, and two dark-skinned men walked around in front of her, holding guns in their hands, looking at her vigilantly, and continued to ask in local language: "Who are you? What are you doing here? What is your purpose? Who told you to come?"

He Xiaoran didn't speak, but looked at them blankly.

Those men looked at each other, "Are you dumb?"

"No, she probably didn't understand what we said!" The man glanced around and then at He Xiaoran's face, "She's very pretty."

"Still a woman..."

He Xiaoran rolled his eyes secretly, these people seem to have been imprisoned for a long time, and the only thing they think about when they see a woman is dirty things.

She just couldn't find her way, and she just wanted to find someone to help her lead the way. What did they think?

The man who praised her beauty took a step towards her, and several other people gathered around, "It's really beautiful..."

Several people looked at each other, and seemed to have a tacit plan.

In the wilderness, a beautiful woman, tsk...

Two minutes later, four of the five men fell to the ground, and their legs were so twisted that they couldn't even get up.

Holding a gun in one hand, He Xiaoran forced the only intact little man to dig the mound they had just filled in before.

After digging out one, He Xiaoran went over to look at the dead man's face, and raised his chin: "Fill it in, and then dig out this one."

He dug three mounds one after another, and He Xiaoran finally said, "It's done!"

The tall man looked at He Xiaoran with a look of fear, not knowing what she was going to do next.

He Xiaoran said: "Take me to meet your boss."

The little man was even more shocked: "Who the hell are you? How do you know..."

He Xiaoran didn't say anything, just kicked the little man's ass, and the little man automatically shut up.

He raised his hand, leaving the other four people who couldn't walk, and pretended to lead He Xiaoran forward. After walking for a while, in a forest with complex terrain, the little man turned his eyes and ran away!

(End of this chapter)