Courtyard House: She got anxious when He Yushui wasn't licked.

At first, everyone wasn't used to the hectic lifestyle, but by the second day when they were camping in the wild, they had gotten used to it and weren't so restrained anymore. They ate and drank as usual.

Near the campsite, Yang Mingyuan and his group lit a fire early to keep warm, and had been following behind Wang Lin's convoy for the past two days.

"These people can actually eat meat while traveling far away! It's outrageous!"

Looking at the distant firelight and smelling the aroma of meat, Yang Zhi suddenly felt that the steamed bun in his hand no longer smelled good.

"Let them gloat for a few days. Once we take over their resources, we can eat meat every day." Yang Mingyuan wasn't envious at all, but the aroma of meat still made him swallow his saliva.

The other two scoundrels who accompanied them were enjoying the aroma of meat and eating roasted buns, which seemed pretty good, although sleeping outdoors in the open was not very dignified.

The next morning, everyone boiled some water in their kettles to wash up and then continued on their way.

On the bumpy mountain road, the vehicle was not moving fast. Wang Lin was sitting in the back of the last truck today, retrieving nails from the system warehouse. His super telekinetic abilities, which he had been practicing, were finally coming in handy today.

Nails were laid upside down on the ground.

The cars coming from behind are in big trouble.

Yang Zhi cautiously followed the truck in front of him. He hadn't gone far when he heard a "thump-thump" sound. Then the steering wheel swerved, and Yang Zhi was so frightened that he slammed on the brakes.

Yang Mingyuan asked in a panic, "What's wrong?"

Yang Zhi turned off the engine and got out to check. He found that the car wheel had been punctured by a nail. He cursed angrily, "Which son of a bitch scattered nails on this mountain road!"

When Yang Mingyuan got out of the car and saw that the tire was punctured, his face immediately turned ugly. How could they continue to follow them?

Yang Zhi hurriedly called his two thug friends to get out of the car and help him change the spare tire, "Old Chen, Old Wang, change the spare tire."

Yang Mingyuan watched the trucks winding their way along the mountain road ahead and stamped his foot anxiously, saying, "Speed ​​up! We can't lose them, or all our efforts will be in vain."

Yang Zhi also wanted to be fast, but he couldn't get fast enough.

Two thugs took the spare tire out of the car and began changing it with practiced ease.

Those who frequently engage in transportation will naturally carry these tools, just in case.

Yang Zhi examined the brand-new nail carefully. He had a general idea, but he wasn't sure. He said, "Do you think this nail might have been the work of someone named Wang Lin? After all, how could there be such a new nail on a road in the middle of nowhere, and yet we just happened to fall for it?"

Yang Mingyuan snatched the nail from Yang Zhi's hand and examined it closely. It was indeed very new and of excellent quality, not something from a small workshop. He casually tossed the nail aside and said with a gloomy face, "Let's explore ahead. Maybe we can find more nails."

There are bound to be more than just one or two nails, so just to be on the safe side, it's best to check ahead as you walk.

Yang Zhi thought Yang Mingyuan was right, so he carefully bent down and searched ahead.

Sure enough, after walking a few steps, they saw rows of upside-down nails gleaming with a cold light.

"Good guy!"

Yang Zhi exclaimed, "Come and see, there are still quite a few nails here."

The two thugs who were changing the spare tire went over to take a look, and they both gasped in shock.

If a tire runs over it, none of the four wheels will be safe.

What grudge could they possibly have against each other?!

Yang Mingyuan's face was terribly gloomy. He grabbed a few sticks from the roadside and frantically swept away the nails, cursing as he did so: "Wang Lin! You dog!"

After a great deal of effort, the four of them finally managed to change the tire and get ready to set off.

To be on the safe side, they decided to send two of their rascal friends ahead to scout the way.

After passing that distance, they didn't find another nail, which relieved the four of them.

The transport truck continued driving, and Yang Zhi spotted Wang Lin and his group in the distance on the mountain road. He stepped on the gas and accelerated.

On the mountain road, Wang Lin leisurely held a pair of binoculars and observed the situation behind him.

Only when the tracking transport vehicle reappeared in his line of sight did Wang Lin put down his binoculars and continue eating sunflower seeds.

The journey was boring and he needed some entertainment, so dealing with Yang Mingyuan became his only source of amusement.

After driving for half a day, the transport truck finally caught up with Wang Lin's convoy.

Yang Zhi, who was driving, said smugly, "I told you, with my skills, there was no way I could lose them."

Yang Mingyuan felt a little relieved when he saw the car in front of him.

During his midday rest in an open space, Wang Lin began his prank.

When Yang Mingyuan saw that Yang Zhi and the others had started a fire, he went over and sat down to warm himself. But as soon as he sat down, he jumped up and looked back to see a sharp stone standing upside down.

Yang Zhi glanced at Yang Mingyuan, who was being hit by a pebble, and couldn't help but laugh, "Be careful when you sit."

The two thugs wanted to laugh but dared not, and could only hold it in.

Yang Mingyuan, clutching his backside, kicked the upside-down pebble away, cursing, "What the hell kind of place is this? Even pebbles are bullying me."

Wang Lin, who was observing through binoculars from the truck, laughed so hard he almost fell over. He had deliberately used his telekinetic powers to create the pebble.

While he couldn't control large objects, Wang Lin could easily control small ones. As for distance, as long as Wang Lin concentrated, he could control any object within 500 meters.

Having learned from past mistakes, Yang Mingyuan always made sure his bottom was flat before sitting down.

Wang Lin observed through his binoculars that Yang Mingyuan had become wary, so he let Yang Mingyuan go for now and continued to turn to Yang Zhi.

I wonder if the driver can still show off his skills after being hit by a stone.

Yang Zhi was very easygoing. He would roast steamed buns with a tree branch, get up to drink some water when he was thirsty, and then immediately jump up with a "whoosh" as soon as he came back down. The roasted buns would fall to the ground.

The two thugs looked over and saw a very sharp pebble standing upside down under Yang Zhi's buttocks.

What grudge could they possibly have against each other?!

Yang Zhi's first suspect was Yang Mingyuan. He covered his backside and questioned Yang Mingyuan, "Yang Mingyuan! Did you do this on purpose?"

Yang Mingyuan had no such perverse sense of humor. He pointed to his position and said, "I haven't moved an inch. Your two friends can testify to that."

The two thugs nodded. Yang Mingyuan needed to get up from where Yang Zhi was sitting, but they didn't see him make any movement.

"Could it be that I'm seeing a ghost!" Yang Zhi felt that something was particularly eerie about the area, and coupled with his guilty conscience, he started to have all sorts of wild fantasies.

"What nonsense about ghosts in broad daylight! Bah, bah, bah!" Yang Mingyuan didn't believe in that kind of thing.

"I'm going to the car. I'm not staying here anymore." Yang Zhi limped into the car, clutching his buttocks.

The two scoundrels continued baking buns, unaware that misfortune was about to befall them.

In the time that followed, whenever someone got up and sat down again, a sharp, upside-down pebble would appear under their bottom.

After everyone's buttocks were slapped, no one dared to stay outside any longer and rushed to the car to freeze.

Looking at the scenery outside, Yang Zhi muttered, "This place is too eerie."

Yang Mingyuan smoked a cigarette, feeling a dull ache in his buttocks. If he could, he really wanted Yang Zhi to drive away from here.

The two thugs cautiously surveyed their surroundings from the back of the car, sensing that the place was rather eerie.

Because this place is surrounded by mountains, sunlight doesn't reach it, so it feels somewhat eerie.

On the rest of the way, Wang Lin used his telekinetic powers to control the nails to continue laying them on the ground.

"Pfft!"

As the sun was setting in the evening, Yang Zhi's tire blew out again, forcing him to pull over.

Fortunately, there was no one around, and there were many tombstones.

"quack!"

The cawing of crows added to the atmosphere.

Yang Zhi got out of the car and looked at the nails on the tire. He kicked the tire and cursed, "Damn it, more nails! I don't know where this bastard got so many brand new nails! Now we're completely stuck."

Yang Mingyuan stared at the nail and cursed all of Wang Lin's ancestors. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Brother Zhi, is there a backup plan?"

Yang Zhi shook his head. There was only one spare tire. Who would carry two? He said with a bitter face, "In this remote place, we can only patch the tire."

The two thugs looked around. They were both a little scared, but they didn't want to spend the night there, so they could only find tools and start patching the tire.

Yang Mingyuan could only watch helplessly as Wang Lin's convoy drove away. He clenched his fists and roared, "Ah!"

It's obviously impossible to continue tracking them this time. They've probably only covered half the distance. He doesn't have a car to follow them on the other half, and he can't possibly run all the way.

Filled with resentment, Yang Zhi and his two hoodlum friends began to remove the tire and start patching it.

It took six or seven hours, until the early hours of the morning, to finally get the tire repaired. The four of them were exhausted.

The weather was exceptionally cold in the early morning, and everyone kept breathing on their hands to warm them.

After fixing the tire, Yang Zhi had no intention of continuing. He could only turn the car around and head home.

Yang Mingyuan sat in the car, smoking in frustration. That damned Wang Lin was even carrying nails to guard against him! He had missed this opportunity, and he didn't know if he would have another chance.

Wang Lin was completely relieved after his tail disappeared and began to enjoy the pleasure of lying flat.

Even if Yang Zhi and his men fixed the tires, they couldn't continue following Wang Lin and his group. After all, there were so many intersections, and they dared not gamble on Wang Lin's route.

Chapter 87 He Yushui, He Yuzhu, and Qin Huairu fight over lunchboxes

Led by Wang Lin, the four trucks drove onto a flat section of road.

As Zhou Guohua drove, he muttered, "That's strange. I clearly remember coming to this road before, but why can't I remember the specific route when I go back?"

Sitting in the passenger seat, Wang Lin knew perfectly well why Zhou Guohua had come here but couldn't remember the route back; it was probably the system's protection mechanism.

After driving for more than two hours, a idyllic town came into view.

Looking at the town entrance he remembered, Zhou Guohua drove the car to the mayor's house with practiced ease.

The roadside was lined with crops, which appeared to be rice paddies.

Soon, the car arrived at the entrance of a nice-looking courtyard.

Wang Lin got out of the car and knocked on the gate of the courtyard.

A woman opened the door; it was Mayor Wang's wife. She was overjoyed to see Wang Lin and said, "Nephew, you're here!"

"Auntie, where's my uncle?" Wang Lin asked.

“Your uncle is in a meeting in town. Come in and wait for him.” The woman opened the door.

"Alright then." Wang Lin beckoned the factory workers to enter the courtyard together.

Tang Tang was completely stunned by this paradise-like place when she first arrived at the compound. She had been to so many rural areas, but none of them could compare to this small town.