ten steps one kill

Seeing Liu Qian's face, Liu Hongfeng couldn't help showing surprise: "Damn boy, didn't you tell me to wait for me in the inn, why did you run out?"

"I'm here to talk to you about business!" Liu Qianyi stomped his feet, leaned back and stepped back, "Here, come in."

It turned out that there was another person behind him.

The person who came was a gray-haired old man with stooped shoulders and skinny hands covered with spots and calluses. He lingered at the door and dared not go forward.Liu Qian could only take two steps back, took his arm, brought him in front of Duan Changya, raised his face and said: "This is the shopkeeper Chen of the inn."

As soon as shopkeeper Chen left Liu Qian's support, he knelt down on the ground with a plop, and said in a trembling voice: "...help, help, the evil spirit is here to claim your life."

Duan Changya was startled: "What's going on?"

Nangongyou also showed a look of shock, and helped the shopkeeper Chen up, ignoring the muddy water all over his body, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, tell me slowly, what's going on?"

Liu Hongfeng also came in front of Liu Qian, and asked, "What's wrong with you kid, you made yourself so embarrassed?"

"I'm fine," Liu Qian replied immediately, however, the bite marks on his lips by his front teeth revealed his emotions, his eyes wandered, and he rubbed his eyes unconsciously with the back of his hand, and said in a low voice: "It's just...just checked." A dead body is over there at our inn. "

No need to ask, it must be a very terrible corpse.

Liu Hongfeng didn't speak again, just patiently waited for Liu Qian to finish speaking, then stepped forward, pressed the back of his head and pulled him into his arms, wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and patted him on the back.

Liu Qian's body froze, and quickly leaned forward, clung to Liu Hongfeng's waist, and buried her head in the other's skirt.

Liu Hongfeng felt her arms fluttering up and down, it was Liu Qian who was twitching her shoulders, as if she was crying.

Liu Qian deliberately buried her face deeply, and deliberately suppressed her crying, as if she didn't want anyone to hear her.

He was just a stubborn, stubborn kid after all.

While stroking his back, Liu Hongfeng listened to shopkeeper Chen's intermittent complaints.

"...My neighbors are a young couple who run a small shop for fishing and rice business. The woman has been pregnant for more than half a year and is due to give birth in a short time. But tonight I heard footsteps next door. In the middle of the night, it sounded unusual. I opened the door and saw that the couple had died tragically at home, the woman had been disemboweled, and the unformed fetus was spilled all over the floor... This is something that only evil spirits can do. , My lords, our remote island has always been very peaceful, and there has never been such a haunted evil thing. Now even the master Qingtian has lost his life, and we don't know what to do. You, you must host Fair..."

Duan Changya helped Shopkeeper Chen onto the seat in the courtroom, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, we'll go and have a look."

Nangongyou: "You want to go in person?"

Duan Changya nodded, and said: "Whether it's a human or a ghost, I should go and meet for a while. Your Highness, please go back first and send a message to father."

Nangongyou looked worried, hesitated for a long time, finally nodded and said: "Okay, there is no one available in the yamen, only you can rely on me, I leave half of the manpower for you to dispatch, you must be careful."

Duan Changya turned around and took a look, and said, "I'm going with Mr. Feng, don't worry."

Liu Hongfeng accidentally caught Duan Changya's eyes, and couldn't help being startled.

He and Duan Changya had known each other for less than half a day, but he didn't expect that the other party would take the initiative to look for his eyes.

He nodded vigorously, and echoed loudly: "Your Highness, please rest assured, I will do my best to assist Brother Duan."

Nangong worriedly nodded to him.

Liu Qian, crying in her arms, punched him on the knee.

Duan Changya's expression remained the same.

The solitary candle on the wall flickered, moving the figures in the room together, and Liu Hongfeng's heart moved accordingly.

The blood of the dead was not washed, the living were shivering, the torrential rain turned into countless sharp needles, piercing the world full of holes, but he knew that this cruel rainy night was just the beginning of killing.

He stared at Duan Changya's side face, the corners of his mouth slightly raised into an imperceptible smile.

It seems that God is generous, in the dead end, he finally grasped a glimmer of hope.

As the night darkened, all the guests in Yingge Tower had left.

After tonight, it may be difficult to have new guests here.

Yingge Yanwu was for the guests to watch, without the guests it would be completely meaningless, the prostitutes all hid in their rooms, locked the doors and windows tightly, not daring to leave half a step.

However, the smell of corpses can't be locked. It sneaks into the room through the gaps in the doors and windows, mixes with the damp and salty smell brought by the rainstorm, and the smell of cheap powder, and all kinds of men stay in the room. Body odor on the sheets, it smelled disgusting.

But they can only endure.

It's not that they don't want to go, but that they have nowhere to go. For them, the world outside Yingge Tower has long been like a torrential rain, and everywhere is hell. Their hearts sank into the quagmire earlier than their bodies, and they gave up struggling. idea.At least the eaves of Yingge Tower are dry, living here, even if you die, you can die with dignity.

The heavy rain blurred the sky and the earth, and also blurred life and death.

For people in the swamp, the thought of death is not so terrible, because there are many things in the world that are far crueler than death, and death is an easy relief.

But Aunt Cui didn't think so, she still wanted to live, no matter what the cost.

Aunt Cui's room was empty, and the unlocked window sills were blown by the wind, rattling.

Aunt Cui is in the woodshed in the backyard.

The firewood room is very old, except for Chef Zhang who occasionally collects firewood, few people come in.Once upon a time, there was a prostitute who was deceived by a client, so she hid here to have a private meeting with the client, and was caught by Aunt Cui while doing business.Aunt Cui was furious, and called Boss Sun to tie the prostitute man to a pillar, strip the girl naked in front of him, and use a willow stick dipped in water as a whip to whip her body until it was blue and purple.

At that time, the blood from the whip was still faintly stained on the mud-gray wall.

Now Aunt Cui's heart felt like being whipped by an invisible whip, and the whip was in the hands of Boss Sun.

The invisible whip is more terrifying than the visible one, because Aunt Cui's face was already pale, she almost hugged Boss Sun's arm, and begged: "Brother, you...you can't go."

Boss Sun didn't even turn his head, but said in a deep voice, "Didn't you hear what someone said? Yingzhou Island is going to be in chaos. If you don't leave now, you won't be able to leave in the future. My twenty or so brothers just wait for me." If so, I can't take them to death."

"Then...then what should I do? If you take people away, who will take pity on us women's families... If someone comes to rob us in the future, who will support us? Wouldn't it be that we will end up in ruins? Violent Corpse Wilderness..."

She said that there were tears in her eyes, and the hot tears dripped on the forearm of Sun Boss' acquaintance.

Boss Sun finally turned around and said to her, "You come with me."

Aunt Cui was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and said, "No, if I stay, I will have a house to live in and a business to do, but if I leave, I will be nothing, and I will starve to death or freeze to death..."

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"Stay here. We didn't provoke or offend. Those nobles beat and killed, so it has nothing to do with us. When the limelight passes, the elder brother and the twenty or so brothers can continue to live a good life."

"What if you can't hide?"

"Then..." Aunt Cui was stunned, and whispered after a while, "That's our fate too."

Boss Sun shook off her hand: "If you want to accept your fate, accept it. I'm leaving."

Aunt Cui posted it again, tugging at the other person's arm: "Brother, you can't leave, I... I'm pregnant, and it's your child."

Boss Sun's footsteps froze suddenly, and he turned around slowly.

Aunt Cui also slowly untied her belt, and turned her skirt to the sides, exposing her chest and belly to the other party's eyes.There was an unnatural bulge on her lower abdomen, which clearly covered up the rest of the fat.

Boss Sun looked at her blankly: "Is it really my child?"

"It's absolutely true," Aunt Cui's cheeks were already flushed, "I...I haven't received any guests for more than ten years, and I'm just here, with you, big brother..."

This firewood house is not allowed to be used by other prostitutes. Another important reason is that she often has sex with Boss Sun here.Although Boss Sun is a hall guard hired by Aunt Cui, Aunt Cui relies on his protection everywhere, and has no choice but to take care of him at all costs. The boss brought him here to accompany him to offset ten and a half months' wages.

Although she is old and fat, she has practiced serving men all her life, and she is by no means inferior to the girls in Yinggelou, while Boss Sun is just a rough martial artist who has no life for whoring and gambling, and he can't refuse her various tricks at all. Then follow her again and again.

As for the child in her womb, it was originally an accident, but now it has become her life-saving straw.

There were tears in her eyes, she didn't dare to look into each other's eyes, she lowered her head and said: "...I know that elder brother looks down on me, an old lady, but you are the only backer for me and this child, and you are the only one we can count on Now, as long as you stay, which girl do you want, I will ask her to come down to accompany you..."

Boss Sun was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly took a step in front of her, and grabbed her open skirt.

Aunt Cui raised her tearful face: "So Big Brother still wants me, am I dreaming?"

Two lines of clear tears blurred the rouge on her face, she twisted her waist and pressed against the opponent's body, pressing her soft chest against the opponent's coarse cloth clothes, a smell of sweat floated into her nose, and the rough friction made her lips Suddenly let out a low gasp.

The sound was like a signal. Boss Sun grabbed her by the waist, pushed her and pressed her on the woodpile, then bent down and put his mouth on her bare chest, gnawing at random.

His yellow teeth are rampant like blades at the moment. Aunt Cui has seen all kinds of men. Boss Sun is the most humble group of men. He has never even learned to be gentle and refined. When the nature is carried forward to the end, it is no different from a wild beast.

She was no different from the prey, being pressed down by this humble man, with her back against the hard dry wood, her legs rubbed against each other uneasily, the corners of her skirt were completely open, revealing her snow-white plump flesh.

Still dissatisfied, Boss Sun grabbed her chest with rough palms and rubbed her indiscriminately, causing her a burst of pain, as painful as being tortured, but she still had to pretend to enjoy it, her face flushed, Breathless again and again.

"Brother, please be gentle...I'm a cheap brat, but the child...it can't stand the toss..."

Under her repeated begging, Boss Sun finally stopped and stared at her stomach instead.

There was a ring of fat hanging on her belly, but now it bulges slightly upwards, the lines of her belly are stretched deep and shallow, like boiled pork belly, even she herself doesn't want to take a second look.

She is also the most humble of the prey, not worthy of pity and love, only to be ravaged, humiliated, and eaten alive.

In this rivers and lakes, everyone's fate is predetermined.

The poor and the humble have their fates, and the honor and humbleness are hard to change. The rules in the world are so harsh that even unborn children cannot escape.

Boss Sun's gaze was like a knife, almost cutting Aunt Cui in half.

Aunt Cui's belly was trembling with fear, but she gasped again, and said in a wet and soft voice: "Brother, listen, it's calling Dad."

"How old is it?"

"It's been four months."

This is a lie. Judging from the signs on her body, the fetus in her womb is at most three months old, but Boss Sun doesn't know how to tell the difference. He is an honest man who has never had a family and has no money to go whoring. How could he understand? .

But he was like a wild animal aware of an unknown storm, keenly aware that Aunt Cui was lying. With a low growl, he grabbed Aunt Cui's half-open skirt and pulled it hard. His bare legs slipped and fell limply to the ground.

Aunt Cui's eyes were wide open, the fat on her buttocks was pressed against by her big rough hands, and she squeezed her five fingers hard, causing her to whimper immediately, her whole body trembling, and the flesh on her back was bleeding from the hard firewood.

She cried, "Brother, please forgive me..."

Boss Sun's voice was low and hoarse, and asked: "Ms. Sao, let me ask you, is it really my child?"

"It's true."

"If you dare to lie to me, I will never forgive you."

"How dare I... this cheap flesh and bones, how dare I expect someone to want me, only you, big brother, are kind to me and willing to give it to me..."

Boss Sun's gaze changed suddenly, with scorching heat in his eyes, he stared at the naked and helpless woman beneath him.Aunt Cui also raised her head and looked at him blankly through her tearful eyes. She had never seen such a vivid look on his face.

The next moment, he roughly opened her legs.

The rain outside became louder.

Aunt Cui stretched her legs and feet as if being tortured, was pressed by the opponent's solid body, and was firmly nailed to the pyre, but she just said in a thin voice: "Brother, I want you... Please give I……"

She got her wish, the tearing pain almost made her faint, the man in front of her never knew tenderness, her feet were pulled off the ground, her abdomen convulsed with the push of the other, like a sac full of water bag, shaking constantly.

In the confusion, she heard Boss Sun yelling repeatedly: "...Mrs. Sao, you seduced me first..."

"It's me! It's me……"

She murmured, feeling an indescribable sense of pride in her heart. She squinted her eyes and looked at the face of the man on top of her. She saw that the man was extremely moved, his rough and ugly cheeks were glowing red, like It is a burning firewood.She thought, it was she who gave this man everything today, otherwise he would just spend his whole life crawling in the mud, just like the sand at the bottom of the river, being carried by the turbid current and washed on the tidal flat, gradually drying up, Buried in the loess, he will never leave a sound in the world from birth to death. He will never know how to possess and take, and will never understand the meaning of life.

But what is the meaning of life?She couldn't tell, but there was a hazy idea in her mind, jumping with the fetal movement in her belly, she was like a weed surrounded by moss, she thought she understood the light after only a moment of sunshine.She was suppressed in the dark and dirty woodshed to endure the abuse, but suddenly there was infinite tenderness in her eyes, as if she was the most attractive woman in the world, and she could do whatever she wanted with the man who was fascinated by her.

She raised her arms, groping in the air with both hands to hook Boss Sun's neck, and raised her body to kiss his mouth.

Prostitutes don't kiss guests. She served Boss Sun many times, but it was the first time she touched his mouth.

There was a stench in Boss Sun's yellow teeth, as vulgar as he himself, but Aunt Cui described it as a fine liquid, and impatiently opened her mouth wide, hooking the other's tongue into her own. .

Boss Sun was really aroused by her, and he violated her in a more vicious way.She was swept up by the huge waves and had no way to rely on her. She could only hold the other party's neck tightly with her hands, and attach her body and mind to the other party's body, even if this person was causing her endless pain.

Could this be her fate.

She shed tears, and the tears washed away the rouge, but she felt a bit of resolute pleasure in her heart, as if as long as she could keep this man, she would be the victorious victor in the storm.

At this time, she heard a creaking sound, which was the sound of a door not far away slowly opening.

Could it be that he was so impatient that he forgot to lock the door?But in this gale and rain, who will step into the woodshed?

Her consciousness was not so clear, and a child's figure was reflected in her hazy tearful eyes.

The child was dressed in red, his shadow swaying in the gray and black background, and he was full of joy from head to toe.

A strange idea emerged in her mind—the flesh and blood in her belly had been born into this world, dressed in a bright costume, and had come to visit her specially through the wind and rain.

Boss Sun was still torturing her body, but her heart floated along with the shadow, secretly jumping for joy, as if the trapped beast had finally seen the exit of the cage.

However, the emptiness of happiness only lasted for a moment, and her heart quickly fell into the abyss, and she was completely cold.

She finally saw clearly that what was on the child was not a costume, but blood.

Only the color of blood can be so bright.

The strong smell of blood penetrated into her nose, she was terrified, struggling desperately, pushing the man's shoulder in pain and lust: "Brother, slow down... someone is coming, brother, I really can't do it anymore, ah--"

Boss Sun showed no sign of stopping. He exerted so much strength on Aunt Cui's body, like a mad horse that had run loose, his face was flushed, and he had an almost crazy look on his face.

Then, his happiness came to an abrupt end.

The blood all over Aunt Cui's body was congealed, and the man's dirty roots were still buried inside her, but her body slumped down, pressing heavily on her chest.

It was as if the sky had fallen and smashed her world into pieces.

She opened her eyes in vain, Boss Sun's nose bumped into her face, and a more stinky, rust-like blood poured out of her stinky mouth, pouring between her lips and teeth.

Aunt Cui trembled like crazy, she didn't know where to use the strength to push Boss Sun away.

The dead man didn't have the slightest strength to resist, Kong Wu's body rolled half a circle feebly, and fell to the ground like a rag bag filled with sand.

There was a hole in his chest, and blood foamed continuously.

The poor woman wanted to scream, but the next moment, the cold blade pressed against her neck, and she couldn't scream.

She tried her best to turn her eyes away, but she didn't dare to look at the child. She only saw the red spots on his cuffs, which were stained with the blood of many people.

She said in a broken voice: "You...whatever you want, I will give you as much as you want, let me go...you are still a child, you shouldn't kill people..."

She heard a deep sneer, which definitely didn't sound like a child's voice.She wanted to ask a question, but a rag blocked her mouth.

The deep voice continued: "Who do you call a child? I think you look like a blind man."

She shook her head desperately, and moaned vaguely, because she finally saw clearly that the three-foot-tall figure had an old face full of wrinkles.

She struggled to stand up, but was shoved by the other side's shoulders, and fell heavily back onto the firewood pile.

The sharp blade-like eyes swept across her naked body, she couldn't cry out, she could only shake her head in vain, the fear that could not be vented turned into tears and flowed all over her face, until her protruding chest, her legs fell apart. Clamping, unable to clamp, a hot and yellow liquid gushed out from the gap between the legs, and a foul smell permeated the air.

She wished she could die immediately.

The man sneered, and said, "Your man said you were a coquettish woman, and he was right." Then he turned around and said, "This place is a bit too dirty, it smells of blood and urine, are you sure you Want to come in?"

It turned out that there was a second person behind him.

It was a tall man, almost twice the height of Boss Sun.The man carefully put away the umbrella at the door, and walked slowly into the door.

Aunt Cui no longer dared to look at the person's face, she didn't hear the other person's condescending voice until the footsteps stopped in front of her: "Mother? How can you pee on the bed, you are not a child—"

The man's tone was brisk and crisp, and a bit naughty, if one didn't look at his appearance, one would simply regard him as an innocent child.

Aunt Cui opened her eyes in shock, and what she saw was a man with sharp edges and corners. His face was already vicissitudes, but he had a playful and innocent look like a child.

The two uninvited guests stood together, the short one had a ferocious face, and the tall one remained childish.Aunt Cui couldn't tell which of them was the real old man and which was the real child.

Boss Sun's body was still bleeding from the side.

It must have been a nightmare, the worst nightmare.

With a rag in her mouth, Aunt Cui begged in a vague voice: "Let me go, you can do whatever you want, I still have an unborn life in my stomach..."

Hearing these words, the burly "child" had bursts of joy on his face. He pressed her shoulders with a pair of big hands, and his sweaty hands were firmly attached to her skin.

Her heart was captivated by fear, and she had even foreseen the coming abuse. How this person would treat him would be a hundred times more brutal than Boss Sun.

However, the man just slowly bent down and lay on her stomach, with a happy and satisfied look on his face.His movements are so gentle, as if a long-lost wanderer returns to his mother.

"It's true, mother, I've been looking for you for a long time, and I'm here to see you..."

Listening to the man's voice, Aunt Cui even felt lucky for a moment, maybe this man would not hurt her, maybe...

She couldn't think any further.

A long, very thin knife appeared in the man's hand.

A cold silver light flashed on the thin blade, aimed at her protruding abdomen, and stabbed slowly and meticulously.

From the ruined temple to the ferry, the road is not long, only two or three miles, but Yuanbao seems to have walked for a lifetime.

The coastline of Yingzhou Island is winding and winding. On rainy nights, the dark waves submerge the tidal flats, with snow-white spray appearing on the edge, as if a ghost swallowed its prey whole and bared a row of ferocious teeth.

Unseen evil spirits are devouring the island, turning the peaceful and peaceful world into a bloody hell.

There was no sign of the boat at the ferry, only countless rotten wood chips spread out on the shore. Yuan Bao opened his eyes wide and looked at them in astonishment, as if he was looking at the residue spit out after his own flesh and blood had been chewed to pieces by an evil spirit.

Fang Wuxiang turned pale with shock: "How could it be? Are the boats destroyed?"

Yuan Bao didn't have the energy to answer, he just felt his stomach churn, his feet couldn't even take a step, his knees bent limply, and there was a violent retching sound from his throat.

Fang Wushe put it on his shoulder with concern: "What's wrong with you, is the fever getting worse?"

Yuan Bao shook his head and pointed to the beach not far away.

A row of dead bodies lay on the beach.

It was the boatmen of Sparrowback Wharf. They were so deformed by the sea that they could not find a single piece of skin from head to toe.The remains are lined up on the coast, and no one restrains them.

Fang Wuxiang was stunned, and after a while he said to himself: "Who is it that would do such a cruel thing..."

There were messy footprints on the mud-splattered beach, and it was obvious that there were many people around just now.But right now, the owners of the footprints have all disappeared without a trace, leaving only a drunken drunk lying on the corpse and crying loudly.

He cried so bitterly that his heart, spleen and lungs seemed to flow out of his eyes along with the tears, leaving only an empty shell, kneeling slumped between the heaven and the earth.

Crying resounded through the rainy night, draining the last trace of warmth.

After Yuan Bao vomited, he straightened up with great difficulty, and saw Fang Wuxiang's eyes firmly fixed on the back of the alcoholic, an ominous premonition surged in his heart, and he asked, "What are you going to do?"

Fang Wuxiang turned to him and said, "You wait for me here, I'll go and have a look."

Yuan Bao said: "What are you going to see? A person crying like this, even if a Bodhisattva comes, he won't stop."

Fang Wuxiang frowned slightly, paused for a moment, put the umbrella into Yuan Bao's hand, turned around alone, and stepped into the muddy beach.

He didn't even have time to argue with the other party.

Yuan Bao wiped his face, held his umbrella, followed his back blankly, and saw him squatting down next to the drunkard, gently patted the drunkard's shoulder, then took out a brand new handkerchief from his pocket, held it up Go to the drunkard's mouth and help him wipe the filth.

The drunkard snatched the handkerchief away, buried his head in vomiting, and raised his head until the handkerchief was vomited into a mess, and let out an indistinct curse.

Fang Wuxiang didn't care about his own things, but leaned forward again, talking to the drunkard.The drunk swung his arm, and with an impatient flick the filth in the handkerchief flung across his face.

Seeing Yuan Bao's eyes, his heart suddenly burst into anger. Although his body was weak and weak, he had already insulted and beaten the drunkard thousands of times in his heart.

But Fang Wuxiang just washed his cheeks dry with rainwater, put his hand on the drunkard's shoulder again, brought it to his ear, and asked patiently.

The alcoholic simply ignored him, lay back on the corpse and sobbed, pretending that he didn't exist.After several fruitless attempts, he finally stood up, stepped over the rain curtain, and wobbled towards Yuan Bao.

He came back at a much slower pace than when he went. When he returned to the bottom of the umbrella, his clothes were mostly wet, and the rough fabric was one deep and the other light, sticking to his body limply, and his eyelashes were also wet. , eyes lowered, lips drawn into a line.

Yuan Bao couldn't understand his appearance, so he said angrily, "Who told you to meddle in other people's business? Most meddling people in this world don't end well."

Fang Wuxiang didn't seem to have heard his warning, just lowered his head, unconsciously twisting the prayer beads on his wrist with his fingers.Looks like a kid who did something wrong.

Yuan Bao sighed and said, "Do you really think of yourself as a Bodhisattva? To tell you the truth, you are now a mud Bodhisattva crossing the river. If you have the time to meddle in other people's business, why don't you think about how to protect yourself first."

Fang Wuxiang was stunned for a moment, and finally said: "What you said is, let's find a place to shelter from the rain first, and then make plans."

Yuan Bao looked around and found that the nearest house on the beach was the residence of the dead boatman. He took a deep breath and announced, "Let's go to Quebeiwu first."

Fang Wuxiang shook his head and said, "Quebeiwu is someone else's house, we can't break into it privately."

Yuan Bao said: "Everyone is dead, the house is still empty."

Fang Wuxiang frowned: "Since it is the house of the deceased, it should not be offended wantonly."

"We just went to hide from the rain, and we didn't steal or rob. We pretended to be a criminal."

"It's not right."

Yuan Bao was so angry that his eyes went dark, his brain was buzzing, his eyes blurred for a while, and when he came back to his senses, his hands had covered his temples.

Fang Wuxiang whispered in his ear, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Yuan Bao rolled his eyelids: "Do you still need to ask?"

Fang Wuxiang was silent for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go."

After finishing speaking, she held his arm to support him, one hand held the umbrella, and the other hand wrapped around his shoulder.

The two moved slowly towards the house of the dead along the slippery coast.

Quebei Dock is built on the tidal flat not far from the pier. The foundation is a platform erected by wooden boards, about a foot above the ground. Several houses form a circle, forming a small yard. It is made of bamboo and wood, and the surface is covered with a layer of felt cloth. Although simple, it can block moisture and shelter from wind and rain. It is the most suitable residence for boatmen.

Although the owner of the yard is dead, the yard is not quiet, a group of people are coming in and out from the door, and the soles of their shoes are stepping on the wooden platform making a heavy sound.

Fang Wuxiang stopped not far away: "Who are these people?"

Yuan Bao said: "Do you still need to ask? They are here to rob things. You think everyone is as kind as you... Wait a minute, you won't be meddling again!"

Before Yuan Bao finished speaking, Fang Wuxiang walked towards the group of people, cursed in his heart, and quickened his pace to follow.

Fang Wuxiang hurried forward, just in time to block the path of the last two people.

He stood in front of the two of them, as if facing a stone statue in a temple, and said patiently: "It's disrespectful to steal from the dead, you two should put the property back."

The two at the end seemed to be leaders. They were walking in a hurry, but suddenly they were stopped by a stranger, and they said with displeasure, "Who are you, get out of here."

Yuan Bao was also standing beside Fang Wuxiang, raised his head, just in time to see the two domineering faces clearly, and immediately shivered.

Of these two similar faces, one has no left eyeball and the other has no right eyeball. There are long scars running across the eye sockets, but there is no cover on the eye sockets. The old wounds are exposed, and the concave flesh hangs There were rows of sarcoid tumors of uneven size, and the tumors were covered with red and swollen bloodshots.

If a child saw such a face, he would definitely cry out loud in the middle of the night.

Although Yuan Bao didn't cry, the blood all over his body seemed to be frozen.

Not only did he know them, but he also had a feud with them.These two are a pair of brothers, the older brother is called Chuyi, and the younger is called Chuba. They were originally a pair of good swordsmen and had a distinguished status in the world, but their eyes were scratched by the third person's sword, and they fell forever. scars.The scars became the shame of their life. In order to remember the shame, they never covered the wounds and let their hideous appearance be exposed to the eyes of others.

Yuan Bao was once caught by two brothers for stealing a purse, and was severely beaten. They did not take his life, but drew "one" and "one" and "one" on his left and right shoulders with sharp sword blades. "Eight" in big characters, and then sprinkle salt on the wound.The ulcerated and scabbed wound healed for a whole month, and then turned into three indelible bruises, which are still faintly discernible to this day.

People with scars are often keen to create scars for others.Former victims often become future perpetrators.

The world is a circle, and the cycle of cause and effect goes back and forth, and every eye is full of dilemmas that cannot be escaped.

This time Yuan Bao also failed to go out.

He wanted to avoid him, but the two brothers had already recognized his appearance, raised their eyebrows and said, "Hey, isn't this Yuanbao? You are still alive, and you still meddle in my own business. It's because of the injury last time." Doesn't it hurt enough?"

Yuan Bao recalled the piercing pain when the wound was sprinkled with salt, and couldn't help shivering.Fang Wuxiang asked, "Do you know them?"

"No, I don't know..." Yuan Bao tried to deny it, but before he finished speaking, he was ruthlessly interrupted by the first day of the junior high school: "Do you have the face to say that you don't know me? Last time you stole my purse, I caught you Then, the bad things I did, shouldn't I have no way to admit it?"

Yuan Bao lowered his head, buried his face in the shadow, secretly rolled up his eyelids and looked around, saw Fang Wuxiang looking at him in surprise, a corner of his heart seemed to be pricked by a sharp needle, and there were bursts of pain.

He didn't know where a wave of spirit surged up, urging him to roar: "Aren't you stealing things from the dead now, what's there to be proud of?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he regretted them.

Because he didn't wait for the first day to refute, the eighth day came to him with vigorous steps and picked up his collar.

Although Chu Ba is the younger brother, he is taller than Chu Yi and has a more violent temper. His rough voice is like a piece of sandpaper, grinding Yuan Bao's ears.

He shook the ingot by the neckline, as if he was shaking a cloth bag: "Listen, the silver in the pocket is clanging, and the sound is quite loud. The interest of stealing the money bag last time was still owed, and now my eldest brother You are in trouble and need money urgently, shouldn't you repay the debt righteously?"

There was another buzz in Yuan Bao's head, and he instinctively argued, "That's my own money."

"You?" Chu Ba squinted his eyes, the sarcoma in his right eye seemed to come alive, and he stared at him with his gray left eye, "How can you earn so much money? I think it was stolen again. "

Yuan Bao plucked up the courage to stare at Chu Ba, but was too scared to make a sound by the hideous tumor on the other's face.

It was like this every time, every time he went through a lot of hardships and finally managed to save a little savings, someone would come over smelling the smell of copper, empty out his pockets, and step his face back into the mud.

The mud is the place where flies live, and it will never be possible to bloom flowers. He will always be accompanied by malice, like tarsal maggots. Over time, even he himself is covered in black mud, covered from inside to outside. Not one place is not dirty.

The silver in his pocket was compensation for Boss Sun's broken arm. It was originally intended to be used by the boat, but now that the boat is gone, the silver is useless.

But that was the money he had risked half his life for. He didn't steal it or rob it. Why should he give it up to others.

He has swallowed his anger for a lifetime, and he has had enough.

Xu Shi's shadow around him gave him some confidence, he shook off Chu Ba's hand, stretched his neck and said, "It's a good idea, I won't give you a penny today!"

Chu Ba showed a look of surprise, obviously it was the first time he saw Yuan Bao resisting.

But the surprise on his face quickly turned into a grin: "Then don't blame me for being rude."

A hammer-like fist swung high, hitting Yuan Bao's face.

Yuan Bao quickly hugged his head and curled his body into a ball. He has never learned martial arts, because there is no family