Looking at Fu Liangqi and others busy in the straw hut, they took out pots and pans, as well as the remaining pork shop and a bunch of snacks this morning, Wang Jingzhe sighed. He really didn't understand that young people nowadays, who have time, energy and money, wouldn't they live a good life? For example, watching TV, holding women's hands and shopping, and then having two friends for some barbecue and some beer in the evening. Why don't you know how to cherish such a happy life?

It is precisely what they don’t cherish, but what Wang Jingzhe has been pursuing and working hard for. He really doesn’t have high requirements for his life, so he just needs to live like this. Then he grows up and goes with Xiaocao, Ling Ge, Xiaowen, Ding Wu and others. He doesn’t want the ability to subdue demons or dotes on the storm, nor does he want to be powerful. In fact, it’s very good to be plain, as long as he can be peaceful.

Unfortunately, what he wants is something that most people don’t know how to cherish.

When Wang Jingzhe was feeling, the group of people on the ground had already been cleaned up, and the ground under the straw shed was paved with dry grass. The large space that was empty was enough for them to sleep at night, and a sumptuous quick dinner was also placed. Although they were all snacks, they were more diverse.

Xu Jingwen and Qiqi also specially separated the two girls with tents, which was called the boudoir.

But Wang Jingzhe sniffed his nose, not because he smelled the fragrance of a woman, but because there was indeed a little yin energy in the straw shed. Although it was very subtle, people had definitely died or had corpses parked here, and there were more than one. He was very surprised. The corpse driving team that he had not met for three, five, ten, and eight years, might have passed by this not long ago?

The scenes of corpses today probably only exist in the impression of director Lao Mouzi in Zhangjiajie or movies and TV. In this era when the online media was extremely developed, if someone found corpses, they would have been overwhelming and furious.

With a confusion, Wang Jingzhe walked out of the straw shed and squatted aside and smoked a cigarette, tentatively checking if there was a signal to call the phone. The luck was pretty good, the signal was almost the same as the two squares.

Wang Jingzhe called Huang Jiulang and said straight to the point: "According to what you have, has the corpse driving corpses been driven in recent years?"

"Once four years ago, a few people in a village in western Hunan died unexpectedly outside. They originally wanted to cremate in the place where the accident happened, but a few people came to the village, including family members and corpse-driven corpse. They said they would not cremate and wanted to take the corpse back. The police would definitely not agree. It was too troublesome to transport the corpse thousands of miles away. The procedures were not easy to handle, and no freezer truck was willing to send it, so they had a dispute with them. Later, we reported it layer by layer. You also know that we have policies for ethnic minorities. When we learned that it was to drive the corpse and send people to transport the corpse, we nodded in agreement. But our people followed us throughout the process, just that time four years ago, and it has not been there yet."

"There should be some more recently. I'm in the corpse driving sect. There is an inn here that has obviously died recently or has stopped the corpse. I guess it's probably because the corpse driving has arrived."

"Huh? There's still this thing."

"And what you don't know?"
Chapter completed!