"Liu Yefei, your scimitar is in the car. Remember to take it with you when you go back. It is a rare treasure in the world." Wang Gensheng looked calm.
Liu Yefei didn't feel particularly excited. She thought Wang Gensheng would tell her something else: "I know, you should pay more attention to rest."
In a separate hospital bed, Yang Hua pulled out the needle after injecting the liquid. She was curled up in a corner of the hospital bed, still shivering.
"Sister-in-law Yang Hua, don't be afraid, am I not treating your illness?" Zhang Yingying comforted her softly.
"They will come again. Fan Chengcheng is a bad guy. He wants to kill me and take away all my property." Yang Hua looked frightened and started crying.
Wang Gensheng walked in, looking a little tired: "Sister-in-law Yang Hua, believe me, I will protect you."
Seeing Wang Gensheng, Yang Hua collapsed completely, and then burst into tears again.
Wang Gensheng said to Zhang Yingying: "Sister Yingying, you can go back and rest. I will stay on the night shift today."
"But your body is just fine, can you survive it?" Zhang Yingying was shocked. Half an hour ago, Wang Gen was alive and dead.
"It's okay, I'm not that fragile." Wang Gensheng replied, as calm as a breeze.
After Zhang Yingying left, Yang Hua was comforted by Wang Gensheng, and her mood gradually improved a lot: "Brother Gensheng, Fan Cheng has been aggressive.
I don’t know what to do now. The company I worked so hard to build has become his, and even so, he still refuses to let me go."
"Sister-in-law Yang Hua, Fan Cheng will not end up well. You can just rest and recuperate. I'm in the lounge next door. If you need anything, just call me."
Wang Gensheng looked calm, but inside he was furious.
"Can you please lend me your shoulder?" Yang Hua cried and asked, like pear blossoms being beaten by rain.
Wang Gensheng couldn't bear to refuse, nodded slightly, and sat down on the hospital bed.
Yang Hua moved over and stretched out her arms to hug Wang Gensheng. Her tears couldn't help but fall down.
Between Qingshan Town and Mashan Town, there is a large village called Fanjiacun.
Fanjia Village is very close to Mashan Town, and the land of many villagers in the village has been expropriated for town construction.
Although not many wealthy households have been created as a result, Fanjiacun is still second to none compared to other villages.
Yang Hua is just the wife of the Fan family in Fanjiacun, but relying on the unique resources and conditions of Fanjiacun, she has her own business in a few years, and it is prosperous.
At this moment, Yang Hua was receiving treatment at the Taoyuan Village Clinic.
In a private house in Fanjia Village, more than a dozen people were lying around on sofas, chairs, and even on the ground.
Fan Cheng was dejected and drooped his head. He couldn't figure out what went wrong. He saw that everything was going well, but a few Cheng Yaojin killed him halfway.
As long as Yang Hua doesn't die, it will be difficult for Fan Cheng to get the property from Yang Hua's hands smoothly.
"Brother Cheng, is this all?" A gangster came over and asked Fan Cheng.
"What do you mean, just forget it, there is no turning back when the bow is fired, and unless Yang Hua is brought back, none of us can have a good life." Fan Cheng cursed angrily.
"But Yang Hua is in Taoyuan Village, and we can't bring her back!" The gangster frowned, but he was helpless.
"Everyone, please listen to me. When it gets late at night, we will go to Taoyuan Village. If there is someone watching the night, we will first use the incense to charm the person watching.
After that, everyone split up and snatched Yang Hua back. Yang Hua not only holds a large amount of assets, but also holds our fatal evidence." Fan Cheng shouted coldly.
"Brother Cheng Yingming, let's go back to Taoyuan Village tonight. Even if it turns him upside down, we still have to snatch Yang Hua back.
What right does Taoyuan Village have to hold someone's property and not return it?" The little gangster followed the rod, but he flattered her just right.
"Go and see if the food in the kitchen is ready. After we have eaten and drank enough, we will go to Taoyuan Village and catch him off guard." Fan Cheng ordered softly.
After a while, everyone cheered up. Except for the three or two who were seriously injured, the others wished they could make an alliance with blood and make an oath by drinking wine.
As the night progressed, there seemed to be the sound of someone whimpering softly outside the house.
Grandma, who is howling in the middle of the night? Go out and see!
Someone cursed under the influence of alcohol, and a young man became bolder. He got up and walked outside with a flashlight and a wooden stick in his hand.
At the door of the courtyard of the house, there was a white figure, moving erratically and swaying as it walked.
"Who?" the young man asked in a trembling voice.
Bai Ying didn't answer, but floated towards Hou Sheng.
Oh my god, how can a person move without moving his feet?
"You fucking grandma, stop with me. If you come here, don't blame me for being rude." The young man asked, but his body was trembling involuntarily.
Why do you feel so cold and chilly?
Bai Ying suddenly raised his face and looked at Housheng, his eyes seemed to be bleeding: "Give me my life, give me my life."
The young man was so frightened that he fell to his knees on the ground: "Brother Jian, don't blame me, I didn't hurt you, just let me go!"
"You are not a good person either..."
Bai Ying suddenly swayed and was already in front of Hou Sheng.
"Brother Jian, what do you want to do?" The young man was kneeling on the ground, not daring to raise his head at all. Fan Jian was too scary. All his seven holes seemed to be bleeding. He was a complete unjust ghost.
"Give me back my life. I want you to give me back my life and my child's life." Bai Ying's voice sounded like someone from hell, which made people feel terrified.
"Brother Jian, I really have nothing to do with you. Please spare me. I will burn paper at your grave every year." The young man nodded his head and kept pleading.
Suddenly, something seemed to hit him. His whole body felt numb and he fell to the ground.
The people in the house were still shouting and drinking, and did not take what was happening outside seriously at all. As the saying goes, drinking makes people cowardly, even if there is a real ghost, they are still afraid of it.
Fan Cheng had just picked up the wine glass when he saw the door of the main room suddenly opened wide, as if it had been blown open by the wind or pushed open by something.
The light in the room shone out and illuminated a white shadow at the door.
"Who are you?" Fan Cheng shouted at Bai Ying, his expression extremely arrogant.
Bai Ying raised his head and asked in a strange voice: "Brother Cheng, you forgot about me so quickly, but my bones are still cold!"
Oh my god! Why is it Fan Jian?
Fan Cheng was so frightened that he trembled all over. He buried Fan Jian with his own hands. In order not to be haunted by ghosts, Fan Cheng even secretly ordered a peach wood stake at the tomb.
"Brother Cheng, what are you afraid of? Have you done something wrong?" Bai Ying asked.