Return after rebirth: The devil who helps his brother becomes the devil who kills his brother

Ma Xijuan looked a little older, wearing a torn scarf to cover half of her face, and diligently poured face wash for the tall man who had just returned home in the yard.

"Master, you are tired today, so I made you noodles and braised noodles. I will bring them to you after you wash your face."

Ma Xijuan's familiar flattering voice reached Song Zhigang's ears.

She had also been so gentle to herself, but now this tenderness was given to someone else. Song Zhigang's weak wrist suddenly hit the tree trunk next to him.

"Um"

The man in the yard wiped his face and responded casually.

It's so mean to bring it to your door to serve this man!

When he saw the woman who was bringing dinner to him by Pi Dian, he sneered with disdain on his face.

After a while, Ma Xijuan held a large bowl in both hands, with half a head of garlic in her hand.

She held it in front of the man with a smile on her face, thinking that since she had taken care of this man well today, she should be able to live a good two days.

Who would have thought that after the man took one look at the noodles she made, he opened his mouth and scolded: "You mother made noodles like this again. I love to eat noodles, but you are such a stupid person. You can't learn how to do it! I have to support you." Mao Yong?"

Ma Xijuan was so frightened that she trembled and covered her face as a reflex. She was afraid of spilling the bowl in her hand, so she had to beg for mercy:

"Master, give me some more time to learn how to make noodles. I'm sure I'll learn it right away. Don't lock me in the house tomorrow. I'll go to Aunt Yamashita's house to learn how to make noodles."

The man took the noodle bowl and kicked it hard.

"Stop your little thoughts. Do you want to hook up with a man? Or do you want to run away?"

"No, I won't run away. It's so hard to find you, why would I leave you!"

Ma Xijuan ignored the pain in her stomach from being kicked, lowered her head and crawled over quickly, raised her hand, and began to gently beat the man's legs.

The man threw a clove of garlic into his mouth, chewed it twice, spit out the garlic skin, and began to drink the noodles.

The movements of Ma Xijuan's hands were extremely gentle, and the expression on her drooping face was unclear.

Within two minutes, the man had swallowed a large bowl of noodles. He put the bowl on the stone table next to him, wiped his mouth, and lifted Ma Xijuan's chin with a wicked smile.

"What? It's not healed yet? Why are you wearing a headscarf?"

The man was not satisfied with Ma Xijuan covering her face and roughly pulled the scarf off her head.

The right side of Ma Xijuan's face was bruised and swollen, and the broken skin was even bloodshot.

The man reached out and pressed it in a playful manner. Seeing the pained expression on Ma Xijuan's face, he smiled.

Licking his teeth, the man stretched his hand along Ma Xijuan's collar.

Ma Xijuan begged for mercy in pain.

The man laughed, took out his hand, pulled Ma Xijuan's hair, and dragged her into the house like a dog.

Not long after, intermittent screams came from the house.

On the dirt slope outside the courtyard wall, Song Zhigang's eyes were scarlet and he was smiling like an evil ghost in hell.

Bitch, this is the life I want to live, God opens my eyes!

Song Zhigang smiled with tears streaming down his face, like a crazy ghost, beating his wrists with blood.

As the screams in the room slowly stopped, Song Zhigang also stopped going crazy, and the pain on his face disappeared, leaving only a look of coldness.

He retracted behind the tree and waited quietly for the man to go out tomorrow.

Mosquitoes already appeared in May in the south. Song Zhigang was bitten all night, and he rubbed against the tree irritably.

I looked around at the courtyard below, and it was still quiet.

With difficulty, he pulled out a hard bun from the bag under his body, held it between his two wrists, and gnawed it.

Choking and rolling his eyes, Song Zhigang punched his chest several times, but it didn't go down much.

At this time, there was movement in the yard below.

The man from yesterday came out with his collar open and whistling.

Holding Ma Xijuan's clothes in her hand, she shook them with a lewd smile, tied them on the handlebars of the bicycle, and pushed the bicycle out the door.

Walking to the door of the courtyard, he turned around and bolted the door, but surprisingly it was not locked.

That bitch doesn't even think about getting out of the house these days. The man smiled proudly, ran a few steps quickly, jumped into the car, and rode away in a swaying manner.

Song Zhigang stared at the man's retreating back, quickly put away the remaining steamed buns, and slid the bottom tray closer to the yard down the slope.

There were very few things in the yard, only a stone table, and not even a few common household tools. It didn't look like a house that was going through life.

Slowly slide towards the only room.

Pushing open the ajar door, Song Zhigang leaned forward and looked inside.

The house was small, with only a bare wooden bed and a coal stove, with a few dishes neatly placed beside the stove.

Ma Xijuan lay flat on the bed with a pale face, naked and naked.

Looking around, there wasn't even a piece of cloth in the room.

Song Zhigang admired Ma Xijuan's miserable condition, and then took out a homemade self-defense weapon, a long knife with an iron ring welded to it.

He put the iron ring into his arm and fiercely cut off Ma Xijuan's hamstring.

After all, her wrist was weak. As soon as the flesh was cut open, Ma Xijuan woke up.

"Ah~ It hurts so much. Stop hitting me. Please..."

Ma Xijuan woke up from the pain and instinctively retracted her legs to beg for mercy.

When she opened her bruised eyes, she saw a scene that made her extremely horrified.

Song Zhigang had a ferocious look on his face and raised his knife to strike at her.

"Ah! Help!"

Human potential is unlimited. At the critical moment of life, Ma Xijuan unleashed her unlimited potential and actually turned over to avoid Song Zhigang's fatal blow.

"Gangzi, Gangzi, I was wrong. I will go home with you. Please forgive me this time. From now on, I will work as a cow and a horse for you and take good care of you!"

Ma Xijuan fell down under the bed in a panic. Regardless of the pain that seemed to fall apart all over her body, she quickly got up again and began to kowtow to Song Zhigang to admit her mistake.

"Haha, is this the escape path you, a bitch, chose for yourself?"

Song Zhigang looked up and down at the embarrassed Ma Xijuan, with endless disgust in his eyes.

Unable to bear Song Zhigang's gaze, Ma Xijuan hugged herself in embarrassment.

"Gangzi, I..."

Song Zhigang suddenly raised the knife, pointing the tip at Ma Xijuan.

"Shut up, don't fucking call me my name, I think it's dirty!"

"Give me back the money you stole. From now on, the bridge will return to the bridge and the road will return to the road. From now on, we will never have any good ties!"

Song Zhigang originally wanted to kill her, but when he saw the bruises all over her body, he suddenly felt that it was good to let her live like this, and let her enjoy this hellish life.

"Gangzi, no, God gave him a father, I..."

Song Zhigang's eyes stood up when he heard her mentioning his son.

Ma Xijuan flinched and quickly changed her words, "Brother Song, that money... the money was stolen by that beast. He was afraid that I would run away, so he didn't leave a cent for me."

The title Brother Song was what Ma Xijuan called Song Zhigang when they were not married. She wanted to call him this way now to arouse a trace of pity for Song Zhigang.

Seeing that the knife on Song Zhigang's arm was about to be raised again, Ma Xijuan quickly spoke again: "I know that man has a home in the town, next to the vermicelli field. He must be hiding in his home."

"Okay, you're very good."

Song Zhigang looked around and saw that there was no place to hide the money. This bitch must not have lied.

There was an unpleasant fishy smell in the room, which made Song Zhigang feel nauseated.

Song Zhigang slid two steps to the side irritably, and an evil thought suddenly arose in Song Zhigang's heart.

Looking at the scars on Ma Xijuan's body, Song Zhigang put away the knife and left without saying a word, slowly sliding the handle away.

In the past six months, Song Zhigang has been traveling south, asking for the addresses of men collecting chickens, ducks and geese, and begging for food.

He encountered all kinds of strange people and things on the way, and the most memorable one was that a trafficker offered him an olive branch.

Let him be an informant, look for 'lambs', and sell them for 28 cents.

Song Zhigang refused before, but now, he changed his mind.

Following the address given by Ma Xijuan, Song Zhigang went to the home of a man who collected chickens, ducks and geese in the countryside.

I saw an old woman taking a five or six-year-old boy, sending the man out, and told him to remember to go home tonight to celebrate the boy's birthday.

The man agreed with a smile, lifted the boy up and threw him twice, then rode off with a satisfied look on his face.

Taking out the business card given to him by the trafficker, Song Zhigang smiled sadly.