"Damn it, it turned out that I had recorded it in advance with a tape recorder. Why didn't I expect it?" He pretended to pee again, and got out of the tent and walked under the tree in the distance. About ten meters away, the white shadow appeared. Lao Liao ran over and kicked the shadow.

"Ouch!" The shadow rolled on the ground.

It turned out that someone wore a white robe and ran around in the bushes before it appeared to appear faintly, ethereal and empty, and the night was difficult to see clearly. Those who did not understand the inside story would probably think it was a ghost when they looked at it.

Liao Xuebing mentioned the man and sneered, "Hey, do you thief want to come and steal our things? You sneakily look like a good person in the middle of the night." He grabbed his hair and hit the tree trunk twice. The moonlight was hazy, and the man still couldn't see clearly even if he shook his cloak. Liao Xuebing was in a state of mind and pretended to recognize him as a thief, and was beaten without saying anything.

"Damn it, I'll not be a teacher if I don't beat you into a pig's head." Lao Liao shouted happily and raised his foot to kick the man hard. Who can resist the boss of the Speed ​​Party? The man was playing a smug act like a ghost thirty seconds ago, but after thirty seconds, he was beaten to be a real ghost.

"Old, teacher...yes, it's me..." The unlucky guy finally made a pitiful cry, but the sound was vague, sandy and hoarse, and it felt uncomfortable to hear it.

"What? Pretend to be a student in our class? You thief are quite wise!" Liao Xuebing turned his arm behind and lifted it up hard. The pressure from his joints caused severe pain, and the man screamed shrillly.

Such a big noise had already awakened the others. Several male classmates rushed over with flashlights: "Teacher, what happened?"

Lao Liao looked back and saw that it was Cui Zheng, Li Yuzhong, Ye Yuhu, and Siyan. He came so timely and his clothes were neatly worn. They must have participated in what happened just now. They were worried that their companions would arrive quickly. At this time, others were rubbing their sleepy eyes. He said righteously: "Catch a guy who thought of stealing things from our camp, maybe they were nearby villagers. Have you brought ropes and tied him up and sent him to the police station tomorrow."

A few flashlights shone on the man's face, and it turned out to be the Mongolian army. The unlucky ghost had a bruised nose, a swelling face, a broken white robe, and abrasions on his hands and feet. The more miserable it looked, it was as miserable as it was.

Cui Zheng pretended to be surprised and said, "Teacher! Stop it, he is the Mongolian army in our class!"

Meng Jun was so big that he was beaten to the ground and trembled. He nodded repeatedly after hearing this.

Ye Yuhu and Siyan were very afraid: Fortunately, they drove Meng Jun, a fool, to be a scapegoat, or if it was his turn to get punches and kicks, he would definitely die even worse. The teacher had indeed worked as an auto mechanic and plumber, and was extremely strong.

"What? Are you a Mongolian army? Why did you run out in the middle of the night?" Lao Liao pretended not to know.

"I...I..." Meng Jun got up with the help of others and was questioned by the teacher. He didn't know how to answer. Could it be that I was going to pretend to be a ghost and mess with you Lao Liao? He had an idea and said, "I have always had sleepwalking when I was a child. Just now, uh, I didn't know what happened just now. I should be sleepwalking!"

He was so depressed that he was about to vomit blood. He was beaten up and pretended not to know what was going on. He could be so miserable.

"Since you have nothing, go back to bed soon, oh, classmate Meng Jun, I just saw you falling while sleeping. Did you get injured? If you bring a medicine box, please give him some medicine." Liao Xuebing became more and more arrogant and took the opportunity to shirk all the bad things he had done.

"Thank you for your concern..." Meng Jun almost cried sadly. You beat him like a panda, and you still have to thank you. What kind of world is this?

"Gao, it's really high." Ye Yuhu and Cui Zheng thought to themselves: "I underestimated him before."

The dark clouds became thicker and thicker, and the last ray of lightning was completely blocked. A flash of lightning suddenly flashed in the sky, illuminating the surrounding scenery.

Liao Xuebing passed the bad feeling: "Is it going to rain?"

Before his thoughts could fall, a low thunder exploded in his ears, roaring everyone's ears and unsteady. Those who were about to sleep were frightened and panicked. The only remaining sleepiness disappeared without a trace and they all came out of the tent.

"Everyone pack up quickly and hide in the tent and don't come out." Liao Xuebing shouted.

While packing the pots and pans, Zhong Bai cursed: "Damn the weather station said there won't be rain! I believe that they might as well buy a lottery and have a chance to win the lottery!"

The camp was busy and everyone was in a panic.

The howling wind blew up, making the tent shaking, and the leaves slapped on their faces. Another long and wide lightning flashed through the entire night sky, shaking like daytime. A violent thunder sounded almost shattered the entire world. The girls screamed and covered their ears tightly.

Liao Xuebing's inferior tent could not withstand the raging storm. With a whistle, four fulcrums took off the soil and rolled it into the lake. "Ah, my tent of more than 400 yuan!" Fortunately, his sleeping bag was pressed down and did not move, with some clothes and items inside. He quickly rolled up the sleeping bag and clamped it under his armpit. "I lost four hundred yuan, and these two hundred yuan can't be lost again."

Looking at the clouds, Liao Xuebing felt that it was definitely a heavy rain and hurriedly shouted: "Everyone quickly move to a higher place..."

He just finished speaking, raindrops as big as soybeans sprinkled like pours. The heavy and rapid raindrops and the wind whirlwinds were like strands of twisted together, whipping down fiercely from the sky. The heavy rain washed over the trees, on the grass, and in the lake, and suddenly looked like a shaking war drum.

"Teacher, come to me quickly." Murong Lanluo saw that he was still standing stupidly, so he hurried over and dragged him into the tent.

The two of them hurried inside, and the water flowing down the hillside had soaked their ankles, their sleeping bags and luggage were soaked. Their luggage was floating everywhere, including clothes, pants, bowls, chopsticks and food.
Chapter completed!