Under the tutelage of the ninth uncle: a coffin fungus, sleep for a hundred years

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“Wang Jun is too pitiful.”

When this happened, Zhao Xun logically sent Lu Ningshuang back to the dormitory.

Lu Ningshuang’s mood is particularly low, “I have persuaded Xiaofei not to do this long ago, but she just won’t listen. Now that it’s like this, I think she will live in guilt for the rest of her life.”

Zhao Xun asked inexplicably, “Since Cheng Yufei doesn’t like Wang Jun, why didn’t he simply refuse?”

“You just transferred to the school, and you don’t understand. Wang Jun’s family is very rich, but Xiao Fei didn’t want to miss the opportunity to marry into a wealthy family, but she disliked Wang Jun’s fatness, so she thought that Wang Jun would lose weight one day. …”

Zhao Xun was speechless.

Wang Jun is pitiful enough. He is infatuated with Cheng Yufei. When he was alive, he didn’t catch anything. When he died, he still wanted to lose weight with his obsession, to please Cheng Yufei, but he couldn’t even lick the dog.

“I have arrived.”

Lu Ningshuang’s voice sounded.

Zhao Xun looked up and saw that the two of them had arrived outside the girls’ dormitory unknowingly.

“Stretch out your hand.”

“What are you doing?”

A trace of doubt flashed in Lu Ningshuang’s eyes, but she obediently stretched out her hand in front of Zhao Xun.

Zhao Xun said while drawing a talisman on Lu Ningshuang’s palm, “This is a meditation talisman. If something like this happened tonight, you must have created a shadow. After you go back, you put your palm on the door, and this meditation talisman will be branded on the door. Above, I can help you dispel the shadows and get a good night’s sleep.”

The next day, Zhao Xun got up early.

When I walked out of the school gate, I saw a bus parked not far away.

A lot of classmates have already come and are getting together to chat.

Zhao Xun didn’t find Lu Ningshuang in the crowd, and when he turned around, he saw Lu Ningshuang, Zhao Lanlan, and Yu Manman coming here, and Cheng Yufei was among them.

It seems that Wang Jun’s death had an impact on her, but not much.

Wang Jun’s death did not cause much disturbance in the school.

It was very late when the incident happened, and there were not many students present.

And the students who were present at the time were invited by the school leaders to do some work at the first time, and they all kept silent on the matter.In addition, as for Wang Jun’s parents, someone from the Special Bureau found his parents and showed the results of the forensic examination, proving that Wang Jun had died at home.

Therefore, Wang Jun’s parents did not go to school to make trouble.

Anyway, this is the end of the matter.

When there were only Zhao Xun and Lu Ningshuang, Lu Ningshuang told Zhao Xun that Cheng Yufei didn’t want to come, because they were worried about leaving Cheng Yufei alone in the dormitory, so they persuaded her to take this opportunity to relax.

Wang Jun stumbled and fell to his death, although he has a certain relationship with Cheng Yufei.

But if you really want to investigate it, Cheng Yufei doesn’t have to take any responsibility.

After all, Wang Jun is an adult.

After the personnel arrived, the bus finally moved slowly towards Huangcun.

Zhao Xun found out that this time, there was a middle-aged woman in her thirties who was well-maintained and had a beautiful face.

Sun Qiang glanced at the middle-aged woman, and whispered to Zhao Xun: “Tell you, she is our sister-in-law. Our sister-in-law is ten years younger than Old Deng. Isn’t Old Deng very lucky?”

Zhao Xun was not familiar with other people, so Lu Ningshuang sat next to Cheng Yufei, so he sat next to Sun Qiang.

“I said he looks younger than Lao Deng.”

Zhao Xun glanced at Deng Huang’s wife and said to Sun Qiang.

“However, I don’t look very happy, as if I have a lot of thoughts.”

Sun Qiang smirked: “Thirty is like a wolf, forty is like a tiger, I want to be dissatisfied.”

“Let me tell you another secret, Lao Deng is fifty years old this year, his wife is forty years old, and their son is twenty-two years old this year. What does this mean? It means that his wife gave him a son when he was eighteen years old.”

Sun Qiang is a chatter, chattering all the way.

Zhao Xun listened to the noise, so he closed his eyes and pretended to rest.

Seeing that Zhao Xun was unwilling to take care of him, Sun Qiang stopped talking.

Huangcun is a small mountain village in Jinshan County in eastern Anhui.

It is 700 kilometers away from Haicheng.

That is to say, starting at six in the morning and arriving at Huangcun will take at least one or two o’clock in the afternoon.

Playing for an afternoon, it is not realistic to drag your tired body back that night.

There are no hotels and homestays near Huangcun, so Deng Huang proposed to camp in Huangcun.

And gave the reason: as a student of the Department of Archaeology, you must have amazing courage.

One is to study the tombstones in Huangcun; the other is to practice gallbladder.

Actually, there is no reason at all.

The boys in the class are eager to camp in Huangcun.

First, it’s fresh and exciting; second, there are girls as company, and tell girls some ghost stories at that time, hehehe…

This is a rare life experience.

Around 2:30 in the afternoon, the bus swayed up the mountain road where Huangcun was located.

The road in the village is very narrow, and finally the bus stopped at the entrance of the village.

After unloading the large and small bags and a dozen tents, the bus driver drove away and came back to pick up the next afternoon.

The boys in the class wanted to show off in front of the girls, and rushed to move the tent to show their manly strength and masculine charm.

Zhao Xun and Sun Qiang live in a tent.

Don’t look at Sun Qiang’s stature, but his strength is not small, he moved his tent into the village like wind.

Zhao Xun didn’t rush into the village, but looked at this deserted village.

I don’t know if it was an illusion or an occupational disease brought about by so many years of hunting ghosts. He always felt that this village was weird.

But I can’t say what’s weird.