Number One Ugly Husband

Chapter 037 Intentional

章节字数：1087更新时间：18-03-2218：12

During lunch time after work in the afternoon, lightning and thunder sounded again.

Nian Gao, who was eating, was startled and coughed because of the soup in his mouth: "That's why, on purpose."

Deliberately, when the slaves can sit down to rest and eat, they come to thunder and lightning, so as not to let the slaves have a good meal at ease.

When Lao Liu and Wang Qiao heard the sound of cannonballs outside, they lost their minds about eating.

Baoye reassured them: "Don't worry, the master has set up a barrier on the construction site, so that thunder and lightning cannot come in."

Wang Qiao sighed: "If they can't hit us, they will hit other places, even our relatives."

Hearing this, Bao Ye looked out the window at the clear sky with lightning, and began to worry about his adoptive father. He didn't know how the situation in the senior slave dormitory area in Nancheng was. Although his adoptive father could live to be more than 20 years later, he was still worried that he would cross over here. brought changes to this space-time.

After dinner, when the deacon came to pick them up and go back to the slaves to set up the tent, the thunder and lightning had not stopped, but everyone had to get in the car and go back with the deacon.

According to the past, when passing by the river, the slaves would be asked to take a bath in the river, but in such a dangerous situation, not to mention the slaves dared to take a bath in the river, even the convoy did not dare to stop.

"Ah—" Someone suddenly screamed.

The slaves standing silently in the carriage hurriedly looked out. A high-ranking slave fell to the ground, and small holes were blasted behind him as he ran all the way.

Enduring the pain, the high-ranking slave quickly got up and ran. Immediately afterwards, a lightning strike with a thick fist hit the place where he just fell to the ground. After that, no matter where he ran, the lightning strike would hit wherever he ran.

The slaves of the big truck exclaimed and broke into a cold sweat for him.

"If the lightning strike doesn't hit him, it won't stop. This senior slave is doomed."

Bao Ye frowned upon hearing this.

"Help me, save me." The senior slave ran towards Bao Ye and shouted anxiously at Bao Ye's convoy.

Most of the slaves on the truck looked panicked and shouted anxiously: "Don't come here, don't come here, you will kill us."

If the high-ranking slaves come over, they will also be implicated.

A small number of slaves are silent, but they are struggling in their hearts whether to save others.

Bao Ye glanced at them lightly, and he couldn't blame the slaves for being cruel, if they saved someone, they would be the ones who died.

The slaves' unwillingness to save them made the senior slaves feel very chilled and desperate, and they were unwilling to die like this. Their mentality began to distort, and they became evil, and they had to be buried with them if they died.

Bao Ye, who was thinking about whether to save someone, saw the high-ranking slave gritted his teeth and ran towards them with all his strength.

A slave shouted in fear: "He wants us to die with him."

As the words fell, there was a bang, the sound of gunfire, and the senior slave staggered and fell to the ground.

Baoye was startled when he saw the driver of the big truck pointing a gun at the senior slave.

Before the other slaves had time to breathe a sigh of relief, a huge lightning strike flew down from the sky and hit the senior slave.

There was a loud noise.

The dazzling light, the flying mud and rock particles, as well as the shock wave and deafening bombing sound caused by the bombing made Bao Ye and the slaves quickly cover their ears and close their eyes.

It took a few seconds for the shock wave to stop.

Everyone scrambled to open their eyes and saw that the place where the high-ranking slave fell was blasted into a ten-meter-wide pit, and they were speechless for a long time.

Seeing the cruelty of the gods again, Bao Ye couldn't help but turn red.

The big truck continued to move forward, and when it was almost time to set up the shed, someone murmured: "Fortunately..."

Fortunately, the high-level slaves were not brought over, otherwise, their entire convoy would be implicated.