The real young master is also the real devil

"What's going on in front? Why are there so many people around?"

"A pregnant woman died, and the heart and the baby in the stomach were dug out!"

"Hey! Which conscientious beast did it?"

Although Shi Qian's body in this world has no cultivation level, but the powerful spiritual consciousness of the soul itself has followed. Even though his spiritual consciousness in the Mahayana period was suppressed to the level that he could not even reach the level of the foundation-building spiritual consciousness, but the comparison of ear strength Ordinary people are already considered superhuman, with a group of people in front of him, even whispers can easily get into his ears.

"I heard it was love killing."

"Love killing? Old Zhao killed her daughter-in-law?!"

"Who said, Lao Zhao is an honest man, how could he do such a thing, that woman's adulterer killed her!"

The conversation between the two men was heard by the aunt on the side, who couldn't help but interject:

"No way! I think that girl is quite honest. She usually greets people when she sees her. She's not that kind of person."

"Why not? You know people, you don't know your face, you don't know your heart, and people's hearts are still separated by belly. Who knows whose one is in her stomach, maybe the adulterer is jealous that she is pregnant with her man's cub, so he directly clicked her."

"Yes, otherwise, why did you say that person killed her instead of others?"

The more a man talked, the more he felt a pity: "I knew that woman was so restless. I should have satisfied her when I met her and winked at me a few days ago. I haven't tasted the taste of a pregnant woman yet. Hehe—— "

Several men were exchanging obscene glances, before the carefree and distorted smiles overflowed their cheeks, they were startled by the screams of their companions and jumped a few meters away.

The middle-aged man who spoke the dirtiest just now was kicked into the green belt, his stomach twisted twice, and before he had time to get up from the bushes, he was picked up by his collar.

The tall young man's eyes were scarlet, and he stared at him with a gaze that wanted to tear him into pieces.

The man's anger just rose, he was shocked by him, and he couldn't help swallowing the curse on his lips.

"Old Qian, are you okay?"

"Why did you suddenly hit someone!"

The few people who were talking together gathered around, and the sense of security that the man had just disappeared instantly returned, and his courage also increased. Seeing that although he was tall, he was only a boy in his early twenties, so he couldn't help but forget his collar. Still in the hands of others, with the unique tone of the elders: "What's the matter with you? Beat people on the road casually? Didn't your parents teach you? Do you want me to call the police to teach you?"

Judging by the tone alone, he still looks like an elder who is angry but still rational.

The ignorant onlookers were also at a loss, and couldn't help but want to fight: "Young man, what can't you talk about? Why are you beating someone for no reason?"

The young man gritted his teeth: "He is the one I want to hit!"

As soon as he said that, he punched the middle-aged man to the side of his head. Without waiting for the man and passers-by to react, he punched one after another like a storm, until he knocked out a tooth, and the people around saw the blood on the ground. It wasn't until Mo reacted that he ran up to pull people away.

But the young man's unrelenting ferocity was so terrifying that even three grown men couldn't stop him.

"let me go!"

One person was overwhelmed by the young man's hostility, and subconsciously let go. The young man quickly got away and rushed towards the middle-aged man.

Although the middle-aged man didn't know why the young man beat him, the pain from the fists and the killing intent that the young man really wanted him to kill just now had frightened him out of his wits. The deadly ghost was no different, he was so frightened that he pissed, and wanted to run when he got up.

The onlookers stopped the young man from chasing him, and the grown men who had just pulled him quickly surrounded him and grabbed him again.

"Stop hitting, stop hitting!"

"You will go to jail for beating someone like this!"

"No matter what deep hatred there is, you can't beat people like this, you child..."

The young man suddenly turned his head, stared at the speaker with scarlet eyes, and paused every word: "The pregnant woman who died is my sister, and he spread rumors about my sister's indiscretion."

The surroundings fell silent for a moment.

The man's voice was quite loud just now, he didn't know whether he was proud of it or thought he was right, so he deliberately increased the volume, and he realized that the people surrounding the young man were all standing close, so they all heard him.

The escaped man relaxed a little when he saw someone stopping the young man. He was taken aback when he heard this, and his guilt and fear turned into anger: "It's your sister who died, so go and beat the murderer! Why did you beat me!"

The young man's eyes were even redder. After struggling, he wanted to pounce on him again, but he was held firmly by someone, so he could only stare at the man with red eyes.

Seeing that someone was pulling her, the man gained a lot of confidence: "Besides, what I just said is not wrong, otherwise there are so many pregnant women in this community, why is your sister killed by others? You should ask your sister to reflect -"

I don't know if it was because the young man suddenly gained brute force, or if the onlookers let go, he quickly rushed out of the crowd and chased after the man. The man's expression changed in fright from the killing intent in his eyes, and he turned pale and turned around. Running, even though his legs were weak from fright, he ran at the fastest speed in his life, and gradually distanced himself from the young man—until he hit a wall of flesh.

"Go away!!!"

There was a young man claiming his life behind him. The man was already so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart. Now, if he delays for another second, his life counts down. He vented his long-suppressed anger and fear on the person who stopped him, which seemed to be practical. He hit with all his strength, and slapped hard towards the fan that was blocking him.

The slap seemed to carry the wind, but it seemed to be in slow motion in front of Shi Qian. He raised his hand casually and grabbed the man's wrist.

The effect of force is reciprocal. The man's beating force was all on the palm of his hand, but Shi Qian grabbed his wrist, and the pressure was pushed back towards the wrist bone in an instant, and it broke with a click.

The man knelt down on the ground and screamed: "Ahhhhhhh—"

The onlookers also followed, and they were all taken aback when they saw this.

Shi Qian let go of him, spread his hands innocently and said, "This big brother ran towards me, and I just blocked it."

Everyone saw the scene where the man deliberately beat someone just now, so they naturally believed what Shi Qian said.

A girl in school uniform said worriedly: "He looked so hard just now, little brother, are you not injured? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Shi Qian stretched out his wrist and moved it in front of the girl: "Small."

The girl's eyes moved from his well-articulated wrist bones to his stretched and smiling eyebrows, and she blushed quietly.

The young man from before also chased after him, and picked up a stick from nowhere in his hand. The man was so frightened that his eyes were tearing apart. He didn't care about his broken wrist and wanted to run, but he was held down before he could stand up. shoulder.

"Brother." Shi Qian looked worried: "I saw you squatting on the ground for a while. Are your hands okay? Do you want to go to the hospital? Don't worry, I will take responsibility."

Shi Qian looks small and has a delicate appearance, so he doesn't have any deterrent power at first glance.

But the frightened expression on the man's face when he saw him was comparable to that of a young man chasing after him, struggling hard: "Let me go, let me go!" Not catching up, the two Zhan Zhan trembled in fright.

"what!"

From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of the young man who was close at hand, and even raised the wooden stick in his hand. He was so frightened that his eyes were tearing apart: "Ahhhhhh—"

A high-decibel tenor suddenly sounded, and Shi Qian took half a step back and covered his ears.

The young man hit the man with a wooden stick, and he curled up on the ground. At first, he had the heart to cover his broken hand to protect the place where he was beaten.

When the young man had exhausted his anger, the man fell down on the ground and couldn't get up because he was frightened or something. There was a fishy smell, and the onlookers saw that he had peed on his pants.

"Alas--"

Everyone retreated, and some people called 120.

Shi Qian grabbed the young man's wrist that he wanted to continue, and held it tightly, but he couldn't struggle a little bit.

The youth now sees everyone as an enemy: "Release!"

Shi Qian took the wooden stick away from his hand and threw it forward. Somehow, it flew a long way, and fell straight into the rubbish dump at the construction site opposite.

It's just that everyone is paying attention to the middle-aged man on the ground, and no one except the young man has noticed this scene.

"you!"

Just as the young man was about to speak, he heard someone yelling, "The police are here!"

The crowd of onlookers broke apart, and two policemen came over. Seeing the man curled up beside the trash can like a dead fish, one of them frowned: "What's going on?"

The young man pulled out his hand: "I hit it."

Before the police could speak, Shi Qian took the first step and said, "I'm an eyewitness, and it was indeed him who beat me."

The young man who thought he would speak for himself: ...

Onlookers who want to speak up:  …

The two policemen looked at each other, "Take him to the hospital first, and you two will come back to the station with me."

In the police station.

The police put away the notebook: "You are the younger brother of the deceased. It is natural for others to slander your sister and make you angry, but if you beat someone like that, have you ever thought about the consequences and your own future? You are going to university soon After graduating, have you thought about what to do if you have a criminal record and can't find a job?"

The young man looked at the ground and said without emotion, "My sister is dead, what do I want to do with my future?"

Seeing him like this, the policeman didn't say what he wanted to say. He just got up and sighed: "Wait for the results of the injury test..."

The door of the recording room opened and closed, and the incandescent lamp cast a pale light.

Shi Qian walked up to the young man, handed him a glass of water, "Drink some."

The young man didn't lift his eyes, just stared at the floor blankly.

Shi Qian put the cup on the table, sat down on the chair opposite him, closed his eyes and meditated.

I don't know how long it was silent.

The young man said hoarsely, "What are you still doing here?"

Shi Qian: "There is nowhere to go."

The young man was silent for a while and said, "Thank you just now."

Shi Qian raised his eyebrows: "Thank you for what?"

"It was you who helped me just now..." Hearing the sound of someone walking outside, the young man pursed his lips: "It's nothing."

The policeman who made the record pushed open the door with a smile on his face. He was stunned when he saw Shi Qian inside, but he didn't say much: "The man is fine, you can go. Remember not to act impulsively in the future."

Shi Qian stood up and stretched his waist. The young man was taken aback, and looked at the police in disbelief: "How is that possible?"

The policeman heyed angrily and amusedly: "Your reaction is that you want to stay here for a few more days?"

The young man snatched the injury report from the policeman, read it at a glance, and came to the final appraisal result: right wrist fracture.

He flipped back and looked forward again, but he didn't see any other descriptions.

"Only a broken wrist? That's impossible!"

He was too clear about the severity of the attack just now, especially the few times he beat the man with a stick. Even if the man's ribs could not be broken, at least there would be multiple soft tissue contusions.

"Okay, okay, this is a professional appraisal report, can it still be faked? Come on, I still need to use this recording room." The policeman sent them to the door, his expression became serious: "If you encounter problems in the future, don't use it. Violent solution, you are still young, don't want your future and future to be difficult."

The young man didn't speak for a long time, and after a while, he hummed lightly and thanked the policeman.

Coming out of the police station, the young man looked around in a daze, and walked in a random direction.

After walking for a while, the young man suddenly stopped and turned around: "What are you following me for?"

Shi Qian shrugged: "It's not that I said, there is nowhere to go."

The young man said coldly: "Don't lie to me." After speaking, he turned and left.

Shi Qian took a long leg, walked up to the young man, and pulled his head in front of him: "Why do you say I'm a liar."

The young man turned his head and quickened his pace, Shi Qian shrugged and followed slowly.

One was walking in a panic, the other was calm and calm with his hands behind his back, and the distance didn't open much.

The young man turned around suddenly: "How long are you going to follow me?!"

Shi Qian spread his hands innocently: "Obviously everyone is walking this road, and there are so many passers-by, why do you just say me."

The young man was so angry that he took a deep breath, turned around and ran.

Shi Qian clicked his tongue and raised his legs to follow.

The young man didn't know how far he ran, but he only knew that it had been dark for a long time from dawn to dark, so long that he was exhausted and his legs were so weak that he could only kneel down on the spot.

On the barren grass, Shi Qian found a place to lie down, with his arms behind his head, one leg bent, and leisurely looking at the sky.

The young man picked up the mineral water that Shi Qian had thrown at his feet just now, took a sip, and his voice was as hoarse as a bellows: "How long are you going to follow me?"

Shi Qian grabbed a piece of dog's tail grass and put it in his mouth, his fluffy green tail dangled: "Don't you still have a brother-in-law? Why don't you go find him."

The young man was silent for a long time, looking at the side face of the young man as if he didn't care about anything, somehow he suddenly wanted to talk: "Do you know why that man married my sister?"

There is no need for Shi Qian to answer, he just said to himself:

"Because the fortune teller said that my sister is very fertile, and she will definitely give birth to a boy for that man's family."

"As a result, my sister hasn't conceived in the past three years of her marriage, so the man used this as an excuse to beat my sister whenever something went wrong."

"I want to call back, but my sister won't allow me, because that man paid for my high school tuition, 2 yuan."

"2 yuan..." The young man said with a trembling voice, "That's why my sister married him."

"Now, she was murdered and slandered casually."

"Where are you going?" Shi Qian sat up, looking at the young man walking towards the embankment.

The young man didn't look back: "Don't follow me."

Shi Qian: "Do you know how painful it is before drowning?"

The young man paused, his voice trembling: "Is it more painful than my sister?"

Shi Qian pursed his lips, and his voice became softer: "The thing has already happened, what you have to do is to find the murderer to avenge your sister, instead of abandoning yourself here and looking for death, she would rather marry a man who doesn't love her in order to let you go to school , what will she think if she sees you destroying your future like this now."

The young man turned around abruptly, roaring with scarlet eyes, "What do you know!"

"My sister is my only relative! Do you know what it means to be the only relative? It means that after she dies, I am the only one left in the whole world! I have nothing! You don't understand and it is impossible to understand this How does it feel... You don't understand anything but here you persuade me in a tone that you think you understand, it's so easy to say—you can persuade me after your whole family is dead!"

The young man yelled the last sentence in an explosive voice, knelt on the ground covering his face, and burst into tears.

The smile on Shi Qian's face disappeared little by little. He looked down at the dog's tail in his hand, and the crushed stick on his fingertips was stained with green juice.

"I really have no right to persuade you."

He muttered to himself, dropped the dogtail grass in his hand, and left the embankment without looking back.

The young man stopped crying, staring blankly at his leaving back, unable to recover.