The little Fubao in the deserted village made all the dignitaries in the court go crazy with envy

The villagers arrived a little too late and didn't see what happened.

When we arrived at old Zhang's house, we saw Zhang Shiming sitting on the ground in a daze, muttering nonsense.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, please don't kill me, Dad - Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva -"

"Help! The Black and White Impermanence are coming! The Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Impermanence are coming!"

"I don't want to go to the underworld. I don't want to die. Go away! Go away!"

He looked like he had gone mad.

Next to him on the ground, a small wooden barrel fell over, and the lid rolled a few steps away. A large pool of unknown liquid spread on the ground, but it was too dark to see clearly.

But from the pungent smell in the air, it is easy to tell that it is kerosene.

There seems to be a smell of blood... ?

And it smells like urine?!

Everyone ran over after hearing the noise, guessing that Zhang Shiming might have been injured and bleeding, but no one was willing to go forward to take a closer look at how serious his injury was.

Who would want to be associated with a beast who even beats his own mother?

I just came here to watch the fun.

"Zhang family boss, what's wrong with him? Why is he suddenly crazy? What happened just now that made him shout so loudly?"

Unable to see anything, the villagers became disappointed and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, someone spotted Zhang Shicong on the other side of the wall and asked loudly.

"I don't know. I just came out too, a little earlier than you guys. When I came out, I saw that bastard sitting on the ground talking nonsense."

Zhang Shicong subconsciously erased what he had just seen, lied with open eyes, and threw dirty water, "Who knows who he offended outside and got messed up by someone? Isn't this kind of thing rare?"

Hearing this, the villagers curled their lips and left in despair.

The Zhang family has two sons, the older one and the younger one are not good people.

Zhang Shiming had a lame leg and the other leg was also injured, but he was able to endure the pain and go out in the dark to get a bucket of kerosene. Could he be doing a good deed?

Thinking of what Zhang Shiming said in the workshop that day, the group was suddenly horrified.

"No, I'm not too reassured. I'll go to the workshop tomorrow and talk to everyone. We should be more cautious on weekdays. That bastard Zhang Shiming might just want to burn down the workshop!"

"I think so too. Don't look at his crazy words just now. Who knows if he is pretending, just to lower our vigilance? If he dares to destroy the workshop, he will target me, Zhang Laoliu. I will not let him off!"

"What a bastard! The Zhang family is really a bastard. One bamboo shoot is crookeder than the other! Zhang Shiming is a bastard, and the eldest brother of the Zhang family is not much better! He just stood in his yard, separated by a wall, and didn't even take a few steps forward to see how his brother was injured. How cold-blooded... Tsk!"

"Anyway, we should stay away from their family!"

After everyone had left, Zhang Shicong stood there for a while before frowning and walking around to the opposite yard. He carried Zhang Shiming into the main room like he was moving garbage, lit the light, and checked his injuries.

He didn't want to care, but he could guess what the villagers were discussing behind his back.

If you live in a village, you must have a reputation.

If Zhang Shiming was really allowed to die there without anyone caring about anything, someone would definitely stab him in the back later.

What's more, if the person is really dead, the government will come to investigate and they will know there is something fishy behind it just by looking at the injuries.

Am I really going to let my father pay with his life for this rubbish?

"Are you really crazy?" He lifted up Zhang Shiming's bloodstained coat.

Under the light, a finger-sized round wound can be seen on the side abdomen, with a scab around the wound.

The bleeding has stopped.

In my ears, there are endless crazy words, such as Black and White Impermanence, Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Demons...

Zhang Shicong's hands trembled, and the image of the fat Taoist priest suddenly popped up in his mind.

After being stabbed like this, my father showed no mercy at all, the wound could not have scabbed over and stopped bleeding so quickly... It is also impossible for Zhang Shiming to be fine the moment before and then start talking nonsense to confuse people when outsiders come.

It’s that fat Taoist priest!

He didn't know what the other party had done, but Zhang Shiming's appearance was definitely related to the other party!

"...Go crazy, it's better if you go crazy." He said in a low voice, feeling guilty.

There are too many capable people living in Yuxi Village.

They are definitely not someone who can be bullied or dealt with by people like them.

While Zhang Shicong was distracted, someone suddenly grabbed his arm tightly.

He looked up in panic and met Zhang Shiming's bloodshot eyes.

The other person stared at him intently, drooling from the corners of his mouth. He was still shouting nonsense, but his eyes were extremely clear, full of horror and hatred!

Zhang Shicong felt even colder and heavier in his heart, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up.

This is the fat Taoist's method!

Make a person with a clear mind look like a madman in words and deeds to outsiders!

"Let go! If you behave yourself in the future, you can still survive! Don't cause trouble again, those people are not people you can afford to mess with!" After saying this, Zhang Shicong left in a hurry, no longer caring about the person who was desperately pulling him from behind.

Zhang Shiming was dragged to the ground and looked up at the fleeing figure in front of him, blood oozing from his scarlet eyes.

Hate...he hates it!

He's clearly very clear-headed!

He knew that it was his father who stabbed him with the knife, and he wanted to kill him even more!

He knew that the fat Taoist priest from Yuxi Village had gotten involved!

But he couldn't tell all these truths!

He wanted to tell the villagers who came to inquire, but when he opened his mouth, it turned out to be bullshit Black and White Impermanence and Ox-Head and Horse-Face!

Everyone looked at him as if he was a madman!

No, he's not crazy! He's sane! He's not crazy!

Zhang Shiming roared like a wild beast to fight against the "Ox-Head and Horse-Faced" and "Black and White Impermanence" that tried to slip out of his throat!

He dug into the ground with both hands so hard that his ten fingers almost sank into the ground. Then he was horrified to find that his ten fingers began to cramp!

Right in front of him, as he stared in horror, the fingers twisted into strange arcs, like chicken claws, and trembled continuously.

I tried to pull at the ground again, but it was no longer possible.

I can’t exert any strength with my hands!

Even to lift a stool, you need to hook it with your wrist!

"Ah, ahhh! Ahhhh!" Zhang Shiming pounded the ground and cried, his face covered with tears.

He is useless, really useless!

Not only is his leg lame, now his hand is lame too!

In this state, let alone picking up a bucket to pour oil and set fire, he couldn't even lift a fire starter!

From now on, you can only eat by pushing the food with your mouth!

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Old man Zhang was being carried around like a chicken.

The man was hanging in the air for a long time, unable to see anything clearly, and could only hear the whistling sound of the wind in his ears.

It chilled his heart.

No matter how ruthless and daring he was, he couldn't stand steadily when he landed and his legs went limp.

He sat on the ground, gasping for breath. The cool, solid feeling of the ground under his butt finally settled his heart, which had been floating in the air.

"Why are you helping me?" After taking a deep breath and calming down, Old Man Zhang asked straight to the point.

Jia Banxian shook his wrist. The old guy looked skinny and heavy, and it was not as fun as carrying his little disciple.

He lied with a smile, "I've already said that I worship the Three Pure Ones, and Taoism is compassionate. How can I stand by and watch someone die without helping? After all, I've lived in Yuxi Village for such a long time, so I still have some kindness in me."

Old man Zhang raised his eyelids. It was dark at night and he couldn't see clearly, but just by listening to the other party talking, he seemed to be able to see the other party's playful smile.

He hummed softly and didn't ask any more questions.

Now that things have come to this, we have to do what we have to do.

He dared to pick up a knife and kill people, so he was not afraid of the consequences.

Just come.

No matter what he plans, he only has one life.