The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

Unpredictable people.

The house Mr. Xie lives in is not newly built, but it should have been renovated.

He prepared a room for Su Nanzhi here.

"It's much more lively at night than during the day," Mr. Xie smiled. "You seem to be easier to bully."

Su Nanzhi also smiled: "It's just a look."

Mr. Xie asked his subordinates to lead Su Nanzhi to a room, and the other party said: "The conditions here are average, so let's make do with it, master."

Su Nanzhi said thank you.

For this village, Mr. Xie's residence can be regarded as a mansion.

I don't know how many people are secretly coveting the wealth in this house outside.

The house should have been bought by Mr. Xie and the villagers and then redecorated. After Su Nanzhi entered the room, she never went out again.

There is a village head here.

The village head is a 60-year-old man with gray hair, big yellow teeth, dark skin, and a somewhat stooped back, but his steps are still vigorous. Not long after Su Nanzhi entered the village, he appeared here to visit.

He also spoke the local language here, and Mr. Xie brought a translator who understood it.

The village head did indeed come to ask about the girl who had just entered the village.

Mr. Xie prevaricated, saying that the family came to take care of his granddaughter.

The dinner was delivered to the room by Mr. Xie.

There are meat and vegetables, although it is not very rich, it is considered a good level here.

Su Nanzhi ate some, but not all of it. She is not picky eaters, but she is used to the food from Aunt Dong and Teacher Jiang. No matter how bad it is, it is the cafeteria of No. 1 Middle School. The food here is so bland that Su Nan Zhi misses the pan-fried chicken breast with fresh vegetables that Teacher Jiang invited.

After hastily settled the dinner, Su Nanzhi rested on the bed for a while. She really couldn't stand the pain of staying up late, but there were many times when she had to stay up.

After all, it was either for life or for money, Su Nanzhi had to come and suffer.

She lay on that simple bed, closed her eyes, and fell asleep slowly.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the crows sounded everywhere.

There were no human voices outside.

In this dark room without lights, the message conveyed by hearing will be clearer.

The village is so backward that there is no electricity, and every household still uses kerosene lamps, and even usually starts to fall asleep after eight o'clock in the evening.

In order to save kerosene, the people here turn off the lights one after another around 7:00 pm and go to sleep.

There were rustling sounds in the room, and the person on the bed didn't respond at first, until the sounds gradually became presumptuous, and there were more than one sharp laughter.

Su Nanzhi opened her eyes without moving.

She looked in the direction of the ceiling, and there were a few small, dark shadows on it.

She stared up.

In the darkness, she saw a pair of hands, a pair of immature and small hands, and those hands flashed past her sight.

Su Nanzhi realized that she should be the most "provoking" person in this house.

She continued to stare up, and finally saw a head.

Very small.

how to say?

As big as a newborn baby.

Only a lot of people died in the village.

But it is the children who die the most.

A baby's resentment is no less than that of other innocent people who died unjustly.

It's just that these dead babies became ghosts with the help of the village's natural aura, unable to harm their blood relatives.