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065 Creeping vine bullet, horror effect!(2/2)

Then I found it funny.

When someone comes to say hello, he will feel embarrassed.

He found it strange if others didn't say hello.

What's wrong with this?

Suddenly, the farmer came to the well and spit out a mouthful of phlegm.

The white latte and Sun Kettle looked at each other and frowned.

What is this guy doing?

Even if there is not so much wasteland, wouldn’t it be better to vomit on the ground next to you?

Why spit in the well?

Isn't it disgusting?

Bai Latte recalled the distribution map of the well and confirmed that the well was not edible water.

"This well was used to water Fujita."

Sun Shuike squinted his lips.

"Actually, there is no difference between the water you get.

"They are Fujita farmers, sometimes, drink irrigation water directly.

"The wells are the same deep and the water quality is the same."

Sun Shuike felt disgusting, and pulled the white latte and was about to leave quickly.

But the white latte felt something strange.

Something is wrong!

If the farmers themselves drink the water from this well, why do farmers spit in it?

Will anyone spit it into their own pot?

Will anyone spit it into their own cup?

Similarly, will anyone spit it into the well where they drink water?

Is there really a problem?

Or have you thought too much?

White latte frowned.

"Old Sun, go find the peasant captain, please take the farmer away first and take it to the office to settle down.

"Then find a few more people, bring salvage equipment, and come over immediately!"

Sun Shuike looked puzzled and did as he did.

...

Not long after, Zhang Dahua brought a few people and net bags to the well.

Looking at the white latte, it feels inexplicable.

Why did Team Bai suddenly let Xiaojing?

But they didn't ask much, they just acted quickly and put down the net.

Soon, the net bag was brought back, and it was empty and there was nothing.

"White Team, nothing."

But I saw the white latte and frowned.

I reached out to the net bag and pinched a small piece.

It was a transparent fragment, definitely not a stone, sand or something.

It's a piece of broken glass!

The farmer just now spitted into the well, not phlegm.
Chapter completed!
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