revenge
Zhong Ling has been to so many worlds and knows people like Qian Defa too well. After suffering such a big setback, he will never let it go.
Sure enough, within two days.
In the evening, just as the sun was setting over the hill and it was getting dark, every household in the village started to have dinner when two sneaky figures appeared outside the fence of Zhong Ling's house.
The two men looked like scoundrels, with tattoos on their exposed arms, and it was obvious that they were not from the village. They exchanged glances, and one of them, with a shaved head, stepped forward and raised his foot to kick open the fence gate.
"Bang!"
Before their feet even touched the door, an inexplicable gust of wind suddenly blew up, carrying dust and fallen leaves from the ground, and hit them hard in the face. The wind was so cold and biting that they couldn't open their eyes and their faces hurt.
"Fuck! What the hell?" The man with the shaved head wiped his face, spat, and cursed.
The other yellow-haired man felt something was wrong. He was so surprised by the sudden change, how could this evil wind come from? He felt a little uneasy and tugged at the man's arm: "Brother, this is a bit weird..."
"What the hell!" the crew cut stiffened his neck and roared bravely, "Everyone in there, listen up! You've offended someone you shouldn't have. Get out of Yunxi Village right now, or you'll be in trouble!"
The yard was quiet, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind, which seemed particularly creepy.
The two waited for a long time, but received no response. Instead, they felt that the air around them was getting colder and colder, and the light was getting dim very quickly. There was still the afterglow of the sunset just now, but now it was as if ink had been splashed on it, and it was so dark that they couldn't see their hands in front of them.
What made their scalps tingle even more was that they could hear faint, tiny cries that sounded like a woman's or a child's, sometimes far away, sometimes near, and very erratic.
"Who? Who is crying?" The yellow-haired man was so scared that his voice trembled and he leaned against the man with a crew cut.
The man with the buzz cut also felt a chill down his spine, and shouted with forced composure, "You're playing tricks! Get out here!"
As soon as they finished speaking, the scene before them suddenly changed. Where there should have been a fence and a wall, it suddenly turned into a cemetery stretching as far as the eye could see.
Under the pale moonlight, grave mounds stood tall, shadows seemingly swaying on the crooked tombstones. The faint cries from earlier became crystal clear, echoing from all directions, mournful and mournful.
"Ah - ghost!" The yellow-haired man was the first to collapse. He screamed and turned around and ran away.
The man with the crew cut was also frightened out of his wits, his calves were trembling, and he had no time to care about the mission. He crawled and followed the yellow-haired man to escape from this evil place.
Inside the courtyard, Zhong Ling stood still, indifferently withdrawing the consciousness that had been used to cast the illusion. A simple deception was enough to deal with such a small fry.
The two frightened thugs drove back to the city at full speed. When they found Brother Biao, his face was as pale as paper.
"Biao, Brother Biao...that place...is haunted! It's really fucking haunted!" The yellow-haired man described the horrific experience incoherently, while the crew cut nodded vigorously, his eyes full of fear.
Brother Biao listened with a frown, his mind aching with doubt. He'd been in the underworld for years, and while he didn't believe in gods or Buddhas, he instinctively felt a certain aversion to such esoteric things. He sucked his teeth, pulled out his phone, and called Qian Defa.
"Hey, Boss Qian, that job of yours... is a bit sinister. My two brothers went there and didn't do anything, but we ran into a ghost!" Brother Biao said in a bad tone, "I think we should forget about it, so as not to get involved with dirty things."
Qian Defa on the other end of the phone exploded when he heard this: "Forget it? Brother Biao, what do you mean? You want to back out after taking the money?"
"It's not about money, Boss Qian," Brother Biao said impatiently, "There's something wrong with that place. My men don't dare go there."
"Don't you dare go?" Qian Defa's voice turned cold. "Brother Biao, double the price! I don't care what method you use, burn that little bitch's vegetable garden for me! You must burn it! Let her know how powerful I am!"
Brother Biao was silent for a moment. Double the price—that was a real temptation. Any crooked ways didn't seem so scary in the face of real money.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! Boss Qian, for the money's sake, I'll take this job! But let's make a deal, just this once, burn the land and we'll be even!"
"Okay! It's settled!" Qian Defa hung up the phone with a sinister smile on his face.
It was late that night, the moon was dark and the wind was strong.
Two more agile figures, carrying weapons and gasoline barrels, quietly sneaked into Yunxi Village and headed straight for Zhong Ling's house.
This time, they didn't dare to stay at the door for long. They simply climbed over the not-so-high wall and reached the vegetable garden behind the house with ease.
"Damn, this crappy dish is worth so much money?" someone cursed in a low voice.
"Stop talking nonsense and get started!" another urged in a low voice.
The two men unscrewed the lid of the gasoline barrel, and a pungent smell spread out. They poured the gasoline on the vegetables, then struck a match and threw it far away.
"call--"
Flames suddenly rose up, and with the help of gasoline, the fire spread rapidly. The flames illuminated half of the night sky red, and the dry straw and leaves made crackling sounds.
Looking at the burning fire, the two men showed a triumphant grin on their faces, quickly evacuated, and disappeared into the night.
Unbeknownst to them, the entire process of pouring gasoline and igniting the flames was clearly recorded by several miniature cameras installed under the eaves and in the corners of the fence, disguised as small stones and tree knots. These cameras were modified by Zhong Ling using materials from the mustard seed space. They had built-in night vision and storage functions, making them extremely concealed.
After Qian Defa came to threaten her that day, Zhong Ling expected that the other party would not give up and had already made preparations.
The fire alarmed the villagers, and also Zhong Ling. But she did not leave immediately. She just stood by the window, watching the fire coldly, until those people completely left.
Then, she walked out slowly, and with a slight movement of her fingertips, an invisible mist spread out, silently extinguishing the flames, leaving only a charred and messy vegetable field.
Then, Zhong Ling called the police directly.
The police arrived quickly, and the village chief Wang Jianguo also came after hearing the news. When he saw the burned vegetable fields, his face looked very ugly.
The villagers gathered in the distance, talking among themselves, and their eyes were full of sympathy when they looked at Zhong Ling - it was obvious that someone was deliberately taking revenge!
Faced with the police's questioning, Zhong Ling calmly took out a USB flash drive.
"Comrade police, I have surveillance footage here."
When the high-definition night vision surveillance footage was played on the police laptop, everyone was stunned.
The video clearly records the appearance and movements of the arsonists, as well as the entire process of them pouring gasoline and igniting the fire.
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