Maoshan Road

Chapter 677 Xiangxi ghost son (25) (1)
【Second Update】

King Father Jin nodded, "Oh...then where is the chicken you mentioned now? Don't tell uncle that there is outside! If so, uncle, I will beat you!" After finishing speaking, he looked at it with a smile Qin Jinrong.

Qin Jinrong nodded, feeling a little unwilling to go in and quarrel with Jin Junkang, but there was no other way, so he stood up and ran in. It seemed that no one who came here except Jin Junkang had a lighter... But after Qin Jinrong walked in When I was in the living room, I noticed that there was a bit of a weird atmosphere, but I couldn't find where the weirdness was!He ran in to the left side. Jin Junkang lived in the middle room. When Qin Jinrong reached the middle room, he knocked on the door, "Junior brother! Get up!" But Jin Junkang might be too tired, so Qin Jinrong knocked a few times I didn't even see Jin Junkang open the door, so I pushed the door open and ran in to wake up...

However, in the room behind, Wang Zimu sat on his bed with his eyes closed, his hands palm to palm flat on his chest, and there was a coffee table in front of the bed, and on the coffee table was a very old-fashioned tripod. ... Qin Jinrong felt strange because of this atmosphere!Some green smoke that can only be seen in detail is slightly emitted from the ancient tripod...

After getting Jin Junkang's lighter, Qin Jinrong ran outside; Wang Fujin still sat there from time to time chatting with people in the field, and still did not let go of the hookah in his hand; Qin Jinrong handed the lighter to Wang Fujin Said, "Uncle, look, this is it! This must be much better than your fire book!" He said and handed the lighter to Wang Fujin...

King Father Jin took the lighter that Qin Jinrong handed over. The lighter turned green, and it was the kind with electronic ignition. At that moment, King Father Jin blew loudly at the lighter, "Xiao Qin, are you lying to me? How can I Blowing until your throat is dry and you haven’t even blown it!” As he spoke, he looked at the lighter depressedly...
Qin Jinrong stared blankly at King Father Jin, but it's no wonder he hadn't seen him before, so he took the lighter and pressed it lightly, "You don't need to blow this lighter, the more you blow it, the less it will light!" Pass it to the king's father, Jin, to check and fiddle.

But before Wang Father Jin received the lighter, it was the same person from yesterday who ran over again, shouting as he ran, "The people from Miaojiang came here again to divide the land...Everyone, gather quickly..." Wang Father Jin was stunned, and turned around. Glancing at Qin Jinrong, he ran towards the entrance of the South Village before receiving the lighter and dropped the hookah. The men in the field all ran over there like a swarm, and Qin Jinrong, who was standing there, was a little panicked. The feeling... I don't know whether I will go or not...

In less than 10 minutes, all the men gathered at the entrance of the West Village, but they did not see Wang Zimu, nor did Wang Fujin ask Qin Jinrong for help. Qin Jinrong just stood there and watched...until the assembled people After all went to Miaojiang, Qin Jinrong walked into the living room with a slight sigh, and said secretly in his heart: If the loss is heavy again, the corpse will be chased again tonight, master, where are you...

(End of this chapter)