Chapter 40 The Hanged Ghost Under the Old Locust Tree
Zhang Dagang was grabbed by Wang Xiuhua when he returned to the village.
"Dagang, our orchard has a thick layer of apples again. They should be no longer poisonous." There were many apples rotting on the trees, and Wang Xiuhua looked worried.
Zhang Dagang was a little strange. When he saw the trees full of red apples, he was so shocked that his eyes almost fell out.
Seeing that the apple orchards are about to close, is it possible that the time has come for a rejuvenation?
The apples were no longer poisonous, so Zhang Dagang simply asked the villagers to continue picking, and also said hello to Boss Yu, who had been out of touch for three days.
"You brat, you didn't know to call me until you could pick apples." Just after lunch, Zhang Dagang bumped into Yu Xing'er, who was coming in angrily.
At this time, Myolie Yu was wearing a hip-hugging fishtail skirt and a white shirt, with her curly hair spread over her shoulders. Her whole person exuded the charm of a mature woman.
Zhang Dagang's eyes couldn't help but fall on the woman's tall figure, and he watched helplessly as the buttons on Yu Xing'er's chest fell apart because she raised her little fist.
For a moment, Zhang Dagang felt that his throat was dry, but he couldn't move his eyes away.
"Sister Xing'er, your button is broken."
Looking at the white lace faintly exposed in the round part, Zhang Dagang's forehead felt hot, and two streams of warm liquid flowed down his nose.
Yu Xing'er didn't expect that the buttons on her chest would fall apart so easily just because she moved too much. She covered her chest in a panic, her face red and bleeding.
"You bastard, you are not allowed to look."
The two stood at the door, one covering his nose and the other covering his chest, which immediately attracted Wang Xiuhua's attention.
"Sister Xiuhua, the buttons of my clothes fell off. Do you have any clothes that I can lend me?" Looking at Wang Xiuhua coming out, Yu Xing'er walked around Zhang Dagang and coquettishly took Wang Xiuhua's hand.
After getting along with each other for the past two days, her relationship with Wang Xiuhua has improved a lot, and they have begun to treat each other as sisters.
Wang Xiuhua glanced at Zhang Dagang, who was holding his nose, and gently pulled Yu Xing'er into her room.
"I'll go, it'll be really embarrassing."
Zhang Dagang rushed to the well and slapped his forehead with cold water.
Cold water could not dissipate the evil fire in his lower abdomen, so Zhang Dagang could only mobilize the power of the dragon to suppress it.
The power of the divine dragon in the body seemed to be particularly sluggish this time, and it took a long time before it finally gathered in the Dantian.
The moment he felt the power of the divine dragon in his dantian, Zhang Dagang was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to the ground.
After finally cultivating the power of the dragon, which was as thick as his thumb, it suddenly became thinner than his little finger in the blink of an eye, and he could feel that the power of the dragon was slowly getting thinner.
This feeling made Zhang Dagang's hair stand on end. He sat down on the bench next to the well and fell into deep thought.
During this period of time, the power of the dragon has always become thinner, especially during this period, the speed of thinning is getting faster and faster.
If nothing can be done, the power of the divine dragon may disappear completely.
"It's strange to say that the apple tree planted by Dagang is really a bit evil. The number of apples depends on your mood." Wang Xiuhua joked.
The conversation between the two women in the room made Zhang Dagang immediately pick up the pot for initiation. He got up and ran away, rushing to the orchard in one breath.
Looking at the red apples growing on the fruit trees, Zhang Dagang felt like crying without tears.
The power of the divine dragon that I had worked so hard to cultivate was just gone. It was really cheating.
"Dagang, why are you running so fast? Is there something wrong in the orchard?"
Looking at the two women chasing after him, Zhang Dagang shook his head: "There is nothing wrong with the orchard, but I'm afraid I have to cut down half of these trees."
I originally thought that Yu Xing'er would disagree with cutting down the tree, but she didn't expect that she would let out a long sigh of relief.
"Cut it, I've put all my money on the line just to get this apple from you."
Only then did Zhang Dagang know that Yu Xinger had directly bought a factory to make canned apples in order to preserve the apples for a long time.
But come to think of it, how many people can afford an apple that costs thirty-one pounds?
"Those canned apples are easy to preserve without losing their original taste. I plan to export them overseas, so I am still in the investment stage and almost sold my house and car."
Zhang Dagang did not expect Yu Xing'er to make such a big bet, and he admired her in his heart and couldn't help but look at her twice.
Just with these two eyes, Zhang Dagang almost glued his eyes to the two women again and couldn't take them back.
The two women were holding hands and wearing the same style of coarse cloth short-sleeves. One was charming and the other was charming. They were like two fairies sucking the soul of men, making people unable to stop.
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There was a cool breeze blowing in the yard in the evening, and the old man could already walk with a cane. The village chief took several villagers for a walk after dinner, and they all slipped into the small courtyard of Zhang Dagang's house.
Several men sat together and chatted about the strange things that had happened in the village in the past.
The village chief, in particular, spoke so vividly about the ghost who was hanged under the locust tree in the village that even Yu Xing'er couldn't help but crane her neck to listen.
The wind rustled the leaves of the apple trees in the yard.
The children who were playing outside also came in and lay down next to the old village chief attentively and listened to him telling ghost stories.
When it comes to the scary part, Myolie Yu and Wang Xiuhua will hug each other tightly, making several men look at them.
"Okay, okay, it's too late today, and we have to pick apples tomorrow. Let's go back to bed quickly." Looking at the eyes of those men looking at the two women, Zhang Dagang felt disgusted.
Several people were driven away by Zhang Dagang without any satisfaction, leaving only two women standing in the courtyard looking at Zhang Dagang's back with resentment on their faces.
"What's so good about ghost stories? Be careful of the hanging ghost crawling into your bed at night." Zhang Dagang was frightened, and the two women immediately hugged each other with frightened expressions on their faces.
"Smelly boy, that hanged ghost is a female ghost. If she wants to crawl, she will climb on your bed. We are not afraid." Yu Xing'er said firmly and led Wang Xiuhua into the house.
"Don't mention it, men have the most yang energy, and ghosts are most afraid of yang energy." Zhang Dagang chuckled, turned around and went back to his room, deliberately leaving a crack in the door.
Late at night, a dark figure groped into the room.
Zhang Dagang opened his eyes suddenly, a gust of fragrant wind hit him, and there was a soft body beside the bed.
"Zhang Dagang, please don't wake up. I'm just going to rub your Yang Qi and leave at dawn."
Listening to Yu Xing'er's muttering words, Zhang Dagang smiled half-heartedly, turned around and hugged Yu Xing'er who was beside the bed, and pulled her into his arms.
"Well, Dahuang, don't move..."
Yu Xing'er thought he was about to wake up and was so frightened that she didn't dare to move. It wasn't until she heard his sleep talking that she breathed a sigh of relief.
The man's masculine energy hit her face. Yu Xing'er had never been so close to that man. Her little heart was beating fast and she almost couldn't breathe.
It took her a long time to realize that Zhang Dagang actually thought of herself as a dog, and she couldn't help but bared her little glutinous rice teeth angrily, wanting to bite him hard.