beg for chivalry

"This kid is stubborn, wait for a few more sticks, and see if he still cries for his father and mother?" The mountain ghosts surrounded Wang Xiaoyuan chattering and chattering.Wang Xiaoyuan lay on the cattail mat, weeping and crying in pain, but before he could catch his breath for a while, Elder Rigid Spring grabbed his left hand and laughed.

A sharp knife touched his wrist, Wang Xiaoyuan looked at the tip of the knife in horror, and finally closed his eyes in resignation.There was a sharp stabbing pain, the blade pierced into the flesh and twisted in the flesh.

It was a kind of sudden pain, like a beast biting his wrist fiercely.He was in severe pain, his eyes were staring, and he cried and begged for mercy, but when Elder Rigid Spring asked him if he wanted to stay in Evil Ditch, he shook his head with tears streaming down his face.

Elder Hard Spring broke his tendons, he was bleeding profusely, and became dizzy; Elder Ci Nan slapped his head fiercely with his giant palm, his ears were buzzing, and the holes in his ears were warm, as if It was bleeding; a mountain ghost grabbed a burning jujube branch from the fire, pressed the scorching flames on his skin, and black smoke came out.

Fire oil was doused on his body, one foot stepped on his bruised body fiercely, and the bamboo sticks held by the elders fell like a torrential rain, beating him like a puddle of mud.Wang Xiaoyuan cried and shouted hoarsely, and blood flowed all over his head and face.

In the midst of pain that nearly fainted, he heard a high-pitched voice shout: "27!"

The crisp sound of bone cracking rang beside my ears.

"26!"

There is no difference between the sky and the earth in front of him, they are all blood red, shaking dizzily.There were more than 20 elders who wanted to punish him with sticks. Wang Xiaoyuan crawled on the ground with difficulty.

"25, 24, 23..."

After fighting for a long time, the mountain ghosts around him retreated panting, leaving only a mass of flesh and blood lying in the crowd.Wang Xiaoyuan fell to the ground miserably, curled up twisted like a puddle of mud.He crawled on the ground for quite a while, dragging out a long bloodstain, as if draining the last drop of blood from his body.

"Is he dead?" The mountain ghosts kicked him with the toe of their straw sandals, but no sound was heard.The elders put away the bloody bamboo sticks, sighed and stepped back.

"Excuse me, come and collect his corpse!" A mountain ghost shouted in disgust, but the crowd broke loose, and no one wanted to touch the dirty child again.The mountain ghosts punched a few times and pushed a young and thin guy out.The young man trembled for a long while, grasped the corner of the straw mat with two fingers, and carefully rolled up the limp body with the mat.Blood flowed from the crevices of the cattail grass, the mountain ghost gritted his teeth, grabbed the mat reluctantly with both hands, and ran away in a hurry.

The mountain ghost carried the blood-stained cattail mat and left, but Qian Xian'er sat cross-legged all the time, with her head down, not saying a word.Thin whimpers escaped from between his teeth, he was shaking violently, his right hand grabbed his left hand, and lightly beat his leg.

"Good job." A voice floated from the shadows.

The Upokoro ghost came out from the darkness. He was wearing a silk cloth that was darker than the night, but the sleeves seemed to be cut from dung sweeping clothes, colorful and full of patches.The ghost's fangs were open, and he stared at the crowd mercilessly and fiercely.

The grim smiles on the faces of the elders and mountain ghosts who were caught by the attention of the Tianlou assassins were suddenly wiped away. Many people lowered their heads guiltily, and some mountain ghosts even sobbed softly, tears falling on their dusty faces. There are two white marks washed out on it.

"This...so..." Elder Kuci spoke, trembling like a child, "Can Xiao Yuan be let go? Houtianlou...Master Jin San."

Jin San scratched his head and said, "Well, that's it. Anyway, I don't like to kill children. I'm so weak that I can't even hold a chicken by the neck. It's meaningless. The landlord asked me to come pick you up, so I'll come." Now, you guys should be more honest in the future, everything will be left to the owner to deal with."

"Why...why?" Elder Ma Zhu asked tremblingly.Jin Sanying's sharp eyes swept over him, and he timidly shook his lips and asked boldly. "Our villain's ditch is always hot and full of insects and snakes. It is far away from the capital. Why do you keep staring at us?"

"There's no real reason. It's just that you have offended Zuo Louzhu, and she wants to vent her anger on you." Jin San rubbed his hands, as if he didn't care about himself.

There was some commotion in the crowd.The younger mountain ghost who was stopped behind the elders before was filled with righteous indignation, and he shook his fist and kicked his legs, "Get out of our villainous ditch! Where is this place for you to run wild?"

The mountain ghost on the side hurriedly covered his mouth, but before he could cover his mouth, a cold and awe-inspiring willow-leaf flying sword shot out like a shooting star, and cut off his head in an instant.

Blood splashed like a spring, and the blood-stained head rolled to Jin San's feet. The Houtianlou Assassin moved his toes casually like stepping on a ball, and a wicked smile appeared behind his ghostly face.He said slowly:

"If you don't listen, then don't blame me...the ditch will be filled with blood."

There is a small mound in the mountain, which is full of sharpened jujube plaques.If someone died, the mountain ghosts would dig a pit, bury the body in it, and put a wooden sign on top.The mountain ghost threw the blood-stained mat on the mound, then went to the stream to wash his hands, clicked his tongue and left.

The wind was very strong at night, and it came crying from one end of the ravine, and whimpered around the mound to the other end.Wang Xiaoyuan was lying on the mat, his body was so cold that he seemed to be wrapped in snow.He blinked with difficulty, and caught a glimpse of the dim stars in the sky, and the Golden Crow had been waiting for him lonely in such a dark night.

He was beaten so badly that countless bones were broken all over his body, and he was probably about to die.While half awake, he was gently hugged, and the hot and painful wound occasionally felt cool.There was a faint noise in my ears, like the sound of wheels rolling on a dirt road.Wang Xiaoyuan reluctantly raised his eyelids, only to see that he had been carried away from the mound and out of the ravine at some point.He was put on the carriage, and someone lifted the straw mat, revealing a corner of a dark dome through the window.

Qian Xian'er stood outside the car and smiled apologetically at him.

"I put some sharp medicine on you, but I don't know if the injury will heal. Even if it is healed, maybe the root cause of the disease will fall."

Wang Xiaoyuan's fingers trembled, as if he wanted to touch the corner of his clothes.Qian Xian'er looked at him, tears suddenly fell out.

"But I have no choice, Xiao Yuan. Brother Wang is gone, and the evil spirits from Houtianlou suddenly came and killed many of our brothers, saying that in the future a new leader will be established, and the villain will be held in their hands... ...They still want to kill you, and want us to catch you back from Jiading. Elder Hardhead Spring begged first, saying that he would beat you up and let him go."

After Xu Xu talked for a while, Qian Xian'er wiped away her tears and put on her usual smile again. "Forget it, I won't talk to you about this. I have prepared food, water, medicine and money for you. Brother Hao will drive the car out of the ditch."

"From now on, you won't have to stay in Erengou and suffer hunger with us."

Only half of these words reached Wang Xiaoyuan's ears.His body ached so badly that every word could be heard indistinctly in his ears.He could only see Qian Xian'er's desolate expression in his dim vision, and his eyes seemed to be filled with hot tears.

Has he been expelled from the villainous ditch?Wang Xiaoyuan felt a little sad in his heart.He grew up here, and every plant and tree seemed to be born into the flesh and blood.To be separated from this place is like uprooting him and cutting off part of his body and soul.

"I'm sorry." Qian Xian'er slowly lowered the straw curtain to hide her sad expression.At the moment before he passed out, Wang Xiaoyuan could only hear him whispering softly. "Next time, don't go back to Evil Ditch again. Even if you meet me somewhere in the world, don't go to say hello."

"Because I...at that time, I will no longer be Qian Xian'er, but just an evil ghost."

The truck started off unsteadily, Wang Xiaoyuan really wanted to get up, leaned over to the window, and took another look at Qian Xian'er's figure.Qian Xian'er must have watched him leave in the dark, standing under the banyan tree when she entered the ditch, watching him go as if she was looking forward to his return every time.

But he was in too much pain and tired.As soon as he closed his eyes, the chaotic darkness enveloped him, and he fell into a long sleep.

Wang Xiaoyuan was in a coma for a long time.

During the time when he passed out, he still had a sliver of consciousness, lingering in his mind.Along the way, there were mountain ghosts from the guest post to meet him, so he was taken care of carefully.When he was unconscious, Xingfu once brought him hot soup, and carefully wiped the hot sweat on his forehead with the handkerchief he got from the maid of the fragrant soup shop, and the smell of cheap makeup powder wafted into his dreams all the time. .He was often poured soup and rice porridge into his mouth, so he could hang his life.

The wound on the body was covered with a lot of gold sore medicine, and the scab gradually formed, which was a little itchy.The broken bones were bound with wooden boards, and slowly grew back, but they were a little distorted, and he was naturally unconscious in his sleep.The board of the car trembled, and the body seemed to be floating on the top of the waves.

I don't know how many days have passed, and the weather is especially cold.Wang Xiaoyuan vaguely heard the sound of wind knives passing over the wall of the car, and the sound of flying snow falling from the sky.He finally opened his eyes in the dry and cold, the straw mat was blown up by the wind, the sky was washed blue like a butterfly's wing, and the clouds were floating like fluff.

He tried his best to sit up, his whole body was as stiff as if he had been frozen.He fell into a coma for a long time, and his strength seemed to have flowed from his hands and feet.

Outside the window is a plain of snow covered in silver, and the hills are like ripples in a lake, undulating lightly and weakly.On it, the snow as clear as white jade stretches on the towering peak.Dark wooden railings interweave in the snow, submerged in a vast expanse of white.

Wang Xiaoyuan was dumbfounded, leaning against the window and staring at the sky, he had never seen so much snow.

The people in the front room seemed to be aware of the sound of him waking up, and after a while, there was a thick shout from behind the car wall:

"Tianshan—here we are."