"Ah! It hurts so much--!"

In the setting sun, Fang Qiming leaned against the wall, squatting in front of the temple, smoking a cigarette.

His face was pale, his eyes were deep, and his expression was extremely sluggish. His legs were trembling, and his fingers holding cigarettes in his right hand were also trembling.

And the heart-wrenching pain on his butt made him frown from time to time and his face twitched.

After a while, he felt that he was a useless person now!

"Ah! It hurts so much! No, it's the anus that hurts!"

Tang Wenbo squatted aside, holding a cigarette in his mouth, swallowing clouds and sniffing mist.

His eyes were also deep and his face was as pale as paper.

When smoking a cigarette, he was a little dazed and confused, and his whole body was almost floating.

This floating feeling seemed to relieve the pain from the butt.

However, with a slight movement, the pain suddenly became severe. The feeling was like being fucked by an old man for three days and three nights. The feeling was so heartbreaking.

He finally realized what it means to be a chrysanthemum with silence and wounds all over the ground.

Next to the two, a group of people lined up, sucking clouds and fog, and was extremely sad.

"Damn it, that boy, why are you so lucky!"

Fang Qiming cursed angrily.

The plan was originally seamless, but it ended up falling on the dead old man, which made me very badly.

"That boy, it's evil!"

One person sighed.

"That's right, it's too evil!" someone echoed.

"What a evil thing! I don't believe this evil anymore!" Fang Qiming stood up suddenly, threw the cigarette butt heavily, with an angry look on his face.

But the next moment, he yelled, covering his anus, his face twitched in pain.

"Damn it, it was all caused by that stinky brat. If it weren't for him, how could we be so miserable!" Fang Qiming said hatefully.

"You all cheered me up, but it was just a failure in the first round. We still have a backup plan. Let's go, we must kill that kid this time."

At that moment, he limped forward.

Tang Bowen and the others looked at each other and followed.

The postures of the group were all extremely strange, which attracted many surprising gazes.

Plan 2 - Destroy the kid's tent and pour sewage on all the quilts.

But as a result, the beautiful Liu said shyly: "Tang Hao, why don't you... sleep here! I live in a tent alone, it's very empty. If you borrow the quilt, then that's fine."

They almost vomited blood.

Damn, they are not messing with him, they are clearly helping him.

Especially Fang Qiming, his face twitched in anger, and his chrysanthemum almost collapsed again.

Plan 3 - letting a snake scare the boy to death.

But as a result, the boy met the snake and was not afraid at all, but instead showed an excited look. Yes, he was excited and his eyes were lit.

As soon as he reached out his hand, he grabbed the snake with a thick wrist and muttered: "Well! This snake is good, you can make a pot of snake soup!"

Then, in their shocked eyes, the boy ran to the stream with the snake in his hand, and took out a knife from somewhere and slaughtered the snake.

Then, I lit a bonfire and took out pots, pots, bowls, chopsticks, spoons, and various seasonings from the backpack, and almost moved out a kitchen.

They all had their eyes bulging out.

Damn! What a joke!

With so many things, that little backpack? This kid is not a Dingdang cat, how could he have such a magical skill?

Soon, an incredible fragrance spread out and opened. When they smelled it, they swallowed their saliva, making them so greedy.

However, they could only look at the group of people drinking there happily, and they could only squat there silently, enduring the torment of hunger.

The severe pain from time to time on the chrysanthemums makes them feel in pain.

"I'm so angry! I'm so angry!"

Fang Qiming finally couldn't bear it anymore, and his anger had reached its peak.

"Boy, don't blame me! This is what you forced me! I'm going to use the ultimate means, hum! I didn't want to use it because it was too vicious, but now, I have to use it!"

He said with a grim voice.

Tang Bowen and others on the side changed their faces.

They have also heard of the method the president mentioned, and it is said to be very vicious.

"Hmph! Boy, wait!"

Fang Qiming took the backpack beside him and took out a wooden box. In the box, there was a small wooden man, and a nail was nailed on the top of the wooden man's head.

There is something like a ghost drawing talisman on the wooden man.

Looking at the little wooden man, the group swallowed with difficulty, their faces a little upset.

Such strange things are the most likely to make people feel scared, especially in this mountain.

Fang Qiming also hesitated for a long time.

This thing was brought by him from an uncle, and it is said that it was something from the south of Nanyang, with a ghost inside.

As long as you hold this wooden man, you can control the ghost and let the ghost get on your body.

"Damn, what's there to be afraid of?" Fang Qiming muttered, and became more courageous.

They first returned to their tent and rested for a few hours. When it was late at night, they slipped out and squatted in the woods near Liu Bingyao's tent.

Fang Qiming pulled out the nail and saw a squirting smoke from the little wooden man, turning into a faint human form.

In an instant, the group of people were scared and shivered.

Fang Qiming shivered the most, but he still tried his best to calm down and clenched the little wooden man tightly.

The ghost seemed to be able to sense his thoughts, turned around and floated towards the tent.

"Hahaha! Baby, you're done this time, I won't punish you to death!" Fang Qiming showed ecstasy.

However, the ghost floated near the tent and suddenly stopped.

Then, he turned around suddenly, showing a fierce look, and rushed towards them.

In an instant, they were all confused.

The next moment, their faces changed drastically, and they were so scared that they were scattered.

"My God!"

They screamed strangely and rushed up one after another. Regardless of the wounds of the chrysanthemum, they used their strength to rush and ran wildly.

As they ran, many people fell down. When they looked back, they couldn't help but cry out to cry. Then they struggled to get up and ran away frantically.

They were completely shocked and only knew how to run and run, they all scattered and penetrated into the barren mountains.

When they came to their senses, they could no longer find their way back.

I took out my phone, but there was no signal.

When I saw the smear of dark paint around me, I was so scared that I didn't dare to walk around, so I hurriedly shrank in one place, cold and hungry, and had to endure the pain of the chrysanthemums.

In a place in the mountain, Fang Qiming and Tang Bowen and others were huddled in a corner.

The two of them snuggled up to keep warm, but their faces were still so cold that they looked blue and purple, extremely miserable.

"So...so cold...so hungry..."
Chapter completed!