Nightmare Attack

Chapter 161 Asumu

The tall and strong man looked resolute, and his tall body almost completely blocked the village chief behind him.

In a normal contest, even 3 or 5 ordinary people are no match for him, but unfortunately, this time his opponent is a ghost.

It was a strange existence that he could not understand at all.

It seemed that the ghost was also lost in thought, and didn't act immediately.

"Village Chief," the tall and strong man stared at every move of the distorted figure, and said in a low voice, "How are you?"

The hand holding the stick trembled slightly. It seemed that the tall and strong man was not as calm as he appeared to be. He was actually shocked when the ghost suddenly appeared.

It wasn't until the ghost was about to attack the village chief that he came back to his senses.

The village head, who had a short respite, seemed to have regained his senses, his eyes lighted up slightly, "Asumu!" He gasped, "What are you doing here? Why don't you go!"

The tall and strong man named Asumu didn't move, and the wooden stick in his hand was clenched even tighter.

"You are different from us!" The village chief said eagerly, "You have no life in your hands, so go!"

"I told you to go!!"

Even though the village chief raised his weak arm and pushed him a few times, he still didn't move. Instead, he pressed his back against the village chief and pushed the village chief towards the stairs.

"Asumu!" The village head shouted: "None of us can leave like you, she won't let me go, your mother was right before she died, Changshengtian remembers every debt, these debts Sooner or later someone will pay it back!"

A pair of blood-colored eyes stared at the two of them coldly, the ghost unexpectedly did not make a move, but watched Asumu bring the village chief to the stairs.

until the next moment.

The calm situation was broken, and the distorted figure rushed over in an instant. At this moment, Asumu squeezed the village head forcefully, pushed him down the stairs, and then rushed towards the figure with a wooden stick.

"Go!" Asumu yelled.

One is a thin figure about 1 meters tall who is almost blurred, and the other is a strong man 5 meters high waving a wooden stick. The village chief stumbled and fell down the stairs.

Victory and defeat are but a blink of an eye.

The light and shadow in front of Asumu's eyes changed, and then he saw a headless corpse clutching a wooden stick falling down with a "bang".

My eyes began to blur.

"Tick!"

"Tick!"

A distorted figure stood above the stairs, looking down at the old man sitting slumped down the stairs.

The old man's silver hair was messy and knotted, and the last gleam in his eyes lost his light. He stared at the figure's hand and murmured: "Asumu"

The distorted figure let go of his hand, and a huge human head rolled down the stairs, and finally rolled in front of the old man, hitting the wall at the corner, making a "boom".

Finally stopped.

A pair of resolute eyes opened wide, looking sideways at the village chief, his mouth was opened wide, as if to finish what he hadn't finished shouting.

The old man stretched out his trembling hands, and took the head into his arms with great effort, holding it tightly as if guarding a baby. The old man "Asumu" burst into tears.

In his eyes, this dull, tall and strong man is his fourth son, even closer than the other three biological sons.

Those three sons were more courteous, secretly hoping that his father would die earlier and leave the position of village head to them.

Only this silly boy followed him all day long, asked him nothing, just gave him something to eat, and his strength was stronger than that of a mill animal.

When grinding soybeans at the end of autumn, the big stone mill was pulled quickly by one person, saving the need to borrow donkeys from neighboring villages.

Never lazy, never complain.

He grew up in front of his own eyes. Like his mother, he was not from the village, but came from a distant grassland, and it is said that he escaped.

On the way to beg for food, his mother accidentally hit and stepped on a trap buried by the mountain people, and was not discovered by the old hunter in the village until the next day.

Next to the unconscious woman, besides the squatting child Asumu, there was also the corpse of a wolf.

The wolf found it by the smell of blood.

They are highly intelligent and know where the traps are, and hunters often only find the broken foot or leg of an animal in the traps when checking their harvest.

The old hunter could only judge by the footprints around him, the prey was probably cut off by wolves again.

But this time the wolf was blind. After all, it still underestimated the fighting power of the 10-year-old child, and was finally strangled to death by his throat.

Looking at this clear-eyed child, the village head was rarely moved with compassion, so he took him in.

Asumu's mother died of illness within a few years. According to the barefoot doctor in the village, there were too many sins on the way here, and the foundation of the body was finished.

Seeing Asumu grow up day by day, the villagers couldn't help sighing that the men on the grassland are stronger and more aggressive than the men in the mountains after all, and they are already 1 meters tall before they are adults.

Three or five good players in the village couldn't get close to him.

The oldest son of the village chief, who was the most aggressive, looked at Amusu more and more disliked after drinking, and happened to catch up with some village ruffians who were making a fuss, so he took advantage of the alcohol to teach him a lesson.

Asumu only cared about hiding, and if he couldn't dodge, he would be hit twice, and if he couldn't fight back, he wouldn't fight back.

When the village chief came back from the town and saw the injuries on Asumu's body, tears of distress were about to flow down, so he asked Asumu not to spoil his eldest son.

As a result, Asumu was also a real person. He picked up the village elder's son with one hand and threw him into the pigsty.

Now it's all right, the village head has been feeling distressed for a few more days.

The eldest son had to lie on the bed for 4 months before he dared to go to the ground. Since then, he suffered from the problem of cramps in his calves when he saw Asumu.

But Asumu doesn't hold grudges, he treats everyone the same, but treats the village chief the best.

The men in the village murmured behind their backs that Asumu was definitely an important factor for the village chief to hold this position firmly.

His incompetent sons thought it was because of how powerful he was.

"Asumu," the village chief took advantage of the strength of wine to invite Asumu to talk to him many times, and asked him with a smile what kind of woman he likes, so that he can help him with counseling, and the next time he goes out to deceive people and come to the village, he will be more targeted.

The men are killed, and some of the women are left behind. They are already familiar with this line of work.

But Asumu shook his head every time, and after drinking for three rounds, he would persuade the village chief not to do such a thing again, which also made the two of them unhappy every time they drank.

In the end, the village chief stopped drinking, put on his clothes and went back to sleep.

It is reasonable to say that Asumu is strong and looks good, so there must be girls who like it, but the bad thing is that they are Xiaoshijian Village, because they have criminal records, so there is no one in the villages and towns with a radius of tens of miles. She willingly married her daughter.

Not to mention the daughter, even the widow did not come.

It's okay to talk about business, and it's okay to talk about marriage.

This back and forth has been delayed until now. The village chief stroked Asumu's face, and the whole person seemed to be a demon.

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