The earthwork trucks on the construction site are outsourced, which has nothing to do with the construction party, but the villagers cannot find the vehicle that caused the accident, so they come to the construction site to block the door, and ask for explanations and compensation.

The project manager said while welcoming Jin Wushuang into the office.

Many men in uniform gathered in the office, all of whom were leaders of the group. When they saw Jin Wushuang, they stood up to say hello.

Jin Wushuang waved his hand, everyone sat down and then had a meeting.

Jin Guoer was bored and sat at the door and teased Zhao Xiaohei.

A few minutes later, Jin Wushuang had a rough understanding of what happened.

Although this land was officially requisitioned, some villagers were not satisfied with the compensation, and they still had some frictions.

Conflicts accumulate over time and finally broke out today. The trigger point was an old lady who was hit and killed by a car.

This is a zone to be developed, without any surveillance, it is dark sky, and there are no witnesses. No one knows which car was hit and killed.

Only the construction party's earth-shaking vehicles came and went to the construction site, so the villagers depended on the construction site and came to the door to ask for an explanation. They blocked the gate and the road and did not compensate for construction.

According to normal procedures, just call the police directly, but now you are applying for a certificate while working. If it is a big deal and the construction site is investigated, the minority of the fine will be imposed to delay the construction period, and the worst of the construction qualification will be disqualified.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the earthwork trucks and excavators outside were all turned off. These cars were rented, and they would lose hundreds of thousands of dollars in a day. The villagers could afford it, but Jin Wushuang could not afford it.

"How much do they want?" Jin Wushuang asked.

One person replied: "One million, if you bargain, you should be able to get 300,000."

The amount of compensation for hitting a person will be different due to the age of the deceased. The compensation for the elderly is low, while the compensation for young and middle-aged people is high. They are all the same lives, but the price is different.

Although life is priceless, sometimes life can be measured by money.

The villagers outside were impatient and began to get restless, and Jin Wushuang got up.

"I'll talk to them!"

The project manager was worried that Jin Wushuang would be hurt and hurriedly said, "Why do you want them to come in and talk?"

"No need!"

Jin Wushuang ignored the dissuasion and surrounded everyone and came to the door.

"I am the chairman of Jinding Group. Who has the final say? Talking to me!"

President Jin Wushuang burst into anger, with a 1.7-meter-long figure and outstanding temperament, standing out against the backdrop of a group of villagers.

A middle-aged man walked out of the crowd. Others were wearing mourning clothes, but he was wearing old suits, camouflage pants and a pair of rubber shoes on his feet. Although he was dressed up, his skin was slightly white and not as rough as the farmers who worked in the fields all day.

"Your car on the construction site hit someone and killed me. If you don't give me an explanation, we will never end up with you! If you want to sue, we will accompany you to the end, regardless of whether it is the city or the province, let's choose it!"

The middle-aged man held his trouser pocket in his left hand and a cigarette in his right hand, pointing to the sky and the earth without anger. His aura was not angry, but compared with the number one iceberg beauty in Dongzhou City, he felt ashamed and his voice was octave lower.

Jin Wushuang caught a strange look from the middle-aged man's eyes.

"I want to see the dead." As he spoke, he headed straight to the tricycle.

The panic flashed across the middle-aged man's face, and he pulled away and shouted: "You can't touch it!"

Most rural areas are clan society, and they attach great importance to folk customs. It is a taboo to touch the dead at will. Jin Wushuang's behavior angered the villagers.

Her hand was about to touch the white cloth covered by the deceased's body, and suddenly a storm came from behind, and a shovel ran straight to the back of Jin Wushuang's head.

At the critical moment, a big hand appeared out of thin air and grabbed the falling shovel.

Zhao Xiaohei snatched the shovel and broke it into two pieces with a click.

Jin Wushuang was not hurt, but it aroused the anger of the filial sons and grandchildren. They all scattered around the tricycle, but were afraid of Zhao Xiaohei, who was as tall as a giant god, and no one dared to take action again.

The middle-aged man was whining and fanning the flames.

"They want to eliminate the evidence and don't let anyone get close to the tricycle!"

The filial sons and grandsons were in anger and pulled out the steel pipe and crowbar from their arms to surround Jin Wushuang and others. The people from the Jinding Group also picked up the guys to confront each other. The two sides cursed and a fight was about to break out.

The motorcycles roared in the distance, like thousands of troops unstoppable. When everyone turned around, hundreds of motorcycles rushed towards him.

The road surface is bumpy and uneven. Although it can block cars, it cannot block motorcycles.

The motorcycle riders were hunting like wolves, making deafening howls, and their momentum was like rainbows, surrounding the villagers.

These motorcycle riders are young men in their thirties, each with a strong body, and their muscles are like bodybuilders. They either grasp or hold various weapons in their hands. Compared with these rammed villagers, they are like regular soldiers and puppet soldiers.

A young man and woman came down from the back seat of the motorcycle. The man had a tall figure and a graceful figure. After taking off the helmet, it turned out to be Bai Fengjiu and Wang Yutong.

Wang Yutong's face still had a bright smile like flowers. All the men present were stunned, as if they were captured and involuntarily put down the weapon in their hands.

Wang Yutong walked into the encirclement, and everyone felt ashamed of themselves and bowed their heads to give way.

"Mr. Jin, what's going on?"

Jin Wushuang lowered her voice and briefly told the story.

Wang Yutong raised her eyebrows and suddenly stepped forward, uncovering the white cloth sheet.

"Mr. Jin, look!"

Jin Wushuang stepped forward, and a thin old lady was lying on the tricycle, with her face blue and blood stained on her body, without obvious scars.

This wasn't a car crash at all!

A pair of beautiful eyes burst out with a cold light like a sharp sword. Jin Wushuang's eyes swept over. These filial sons and grandsons lowered their heads one after another. Some people hesitated and retreated and wanted to escape, but were stopped by motorcycles holding stick chain locks on the outside.

"Whose mother is this? How did he die? I can't explain it clearly, no one can leave!"

Jin Wushuang's tone was cold and the villagers were trembling.

"It was Liu Dachang who asked us to do this." A villager said timidly.

Liu Dachang was the village representative elected. He saw that the situation was not good, and he had already escaped.

The matter finally came to light. The deceased was an old lady who picked up scatters. She died suddenly on the street yesterday. Liu Dachang thought that he could not die in vain even if he died. It would be better to take some money from the construction site.

Several greedy villagers also got up to it and hit it off. They made some pig blood outfits and put on some idle young men. The director had an unearthed car and hit someone to death, and the filial son and grandson came to ask for an explanation.

The mastermind ran away, and the villagers scattered like birds and beasts. Jin Wushuang didn't want to pursue the matter too much, so he asked someone to take the deceased to the funeral home and pay for the burial.

This time, Wang Yutong had the first merit. If she hadn't gathered these riders to help, even if Jin Wushuang could solve it smoothly, it would have been more troublesome.

After the matter was handled, Jin Wushuang and others returned home, while Wang Yutong stayed. With this "local snake" in charge, the project will definitely go smoothly.

Before leaving, Bai Fengjiu handed seven pieces of yellow talisman paper to Wang Yutong and told him how to use it.

Bai Fengjiu has always had clear rewards and punishments. She helped Jin Wushuang and indirectly helped Bai Fengjiu solve the problem.

More importantly, Bai Fengjiu didn't want Wang Yutong to cause trouble for him again, and he really hated trouble.

The sleeping smiley tiger was woken up by his cousin Liu Dachang. He learned that things were not done well, so he frowned.

A gentle arm was wrapped around, and the breath of orchids and musk blew into his ears. The smiley tiger said to know, and hung up the phone and turned over the horse.

At 4 a.m., Dongzhou City Provence Villa District.

Jin Wushuang returned to his room and slept without taking off his shoes. At this time, Bai Fengjiu was standing on a big rock on the back mountain of the villa.

A coffin was parked in an open space dozens of meters away from him.

As soon as she returned to the villa, Bai Fengjiu felt a ray of yin energy fluctuation. In order not to disturb Jin Wushuang, she waited until she fell asleep before checking.

Bai Fengjiu lightly her toes and her body is as light as a swallow falling near the coffin.

The coffin was buried underground for decades, with severe corrosion on the surface, like crumbs and the soil on it was very fresh, probably just dug out.

The place where the coffin was buried was very humid because black water flowed out from the bottom of the coffin, and a foul stinking filled the air.

The coffin sealing nails had decayed. Bai Fengjiu waved his hand and the coffin lid flew up. The stench became even stronger. Bai Fengjiu frowned slightly.

In the coffin was lying a wet corpse dressed as a landlord in the late Qing Dynasty, and half of her body was soaked in black fluid.

The so-called wet corpse is a corpse containing moisture.

Most of the burial bodies will rot within two or three years and be bitten by insects, ants and mice, and in the end there will be only a pile of white bones.

The corpse can be preserved intact and will not dry yet, and the conditions are very harsh.

First of all, choose dark and humid places for the tomb, or be close to water sources, and more importantly, it must be nourished by yin energy.

If a living person lives in a place with rich yin energy, it will lead to irregular yin and yang, diseases and misfortunes over time, and the corpse will be buried in a place with rich yin energy and will not rot for a hundred years.

Obviously, the tomb where this corpse is burying takes into account these two conditions.

Bai Fengjiu looked down at the corpse. The height of the body was less than 1.6 meters. Her swollen lips were slightly opened, and two sharp teeth could be seen. Her hands were crossed on her chest. Her cyan nails were sharp, and there was a photo pressing down below.

Bai Fengjiu was stunned. Isn’t this a unparalleled photo?

He reached for the photo.

Suddenly, the corpse lying in the black liquid opened its eyes and grabbed Bai Fengjiu's wrist.

The corpse is lifted!

In the blink of an eye, the corpse's face was covered with black hair, and its two sharp teeth were exposed, like a saber-toothed tiger.

Black-haired corpse, also known as iron corpse, is one of the several levels of zombies.

Zombies are divided into four levels: gold, silver, copper, and iron. The corresponding characteristics are golden retrievers, white hair, green hair and black hair.

Although the iron corpse is the lowest among zombies, its body is as hard as steel. Even if a master of the twelve stages of martial arts encounters it will be a headache.

The black-haired corpse opened its empty eyes and grabbed Bai Fengjiu with his hands like iron pliers. His sharp fingertips were embedded in his skin.

"roar!"

The black-haired corpse made a strange scream, pulling Bai Fengjiu into his arms, opening his mouth at an angle that ordinary people cannot do, and his teeth, which are as sharp as nails, bit towards Bai Fengjiu's throat.
Chapter completed!