You act stupid and I act crazy, let's be ancestors together

"Who comes first?"

Jiang Si took out a flying knife from the space, shook his arm gently, and looked at the group of people who stood out.

"I, I'll come."

The first one to rush out was the young man with a scar on his face. He looked at Wang Fugui with endless hatred in his eyes.

"Can I just stab once?"

Taking the flying knife from Jiang Si, the man suddenly asked.

"It's up to you." Jiang Si responded softly.

Hearing this, the man clasped his fists and bowed respectfully to Jiang Si, "Thank you."

When he raised his head again, the last bit of tenderness in the scarred man's eyes disappeared and was replaced by hatred.

He did not treat this man as a target and throw darts at him as Jiang Si had said before. Instead, he gripped the handle of the knife tightly and walked slowly towards Wang Fugui.

"Zhao Erhu, you son of a bitch, if you dare to touch me, I will kill your whole family. Oh, I forgot, your brother Zhao Dahu, your sister-in-law Meiniang and your fiancée's whole family were all killed by me, hahahaha..."

Facing the person he was used to bullying, Wang Fugui's arrogant attitude emerged again.

When Zhao Erhu heard this, he stopped moving his hands, his face turned red with anger, and his eyes were full of hatred.

"Bah, what a beast." Zhang Xiaoxi, who had just nailed Wang Fugui's father to the wall, spat on the ground, walked over with her skirt lifted, raised her hand and patted Zhao Erhu on the shoulder, saying to him, "Brother, if you can't do it, I'll help you."

"Coward, even if you give him a hundred more courages, he won't dare to..."

Hiss~

Before Wang Fugui could finish his words, he heard the sound of flesh tearing apart on his cheek.

Feeling the stinging pain on his face and the warmth spreading down, Wang Fugui cursed crazily: "You bastard, you dare to scratch my face, I'm going to kill you and feed you to the dogs."

Zhao Erhu's slash of the knife inspired the poor people behind him who were looking forward to revenge.

But when they heard Wang Fugui's shouting and cursing, they couldn't help but tremble even though they hated him in their hearts. This was the psychological trauma left by the lower-level people due to long-term oppression.

Wang Fugui struggled frantically. The knife that Jiang Si used to fix him was just nailed to his clothes. He struggled for a few times and actually managed to free one hand. However, as soon as his hand was freed, it was pushed back by Zhao Erhu.

Zhao Erhu stabbed with his knife, and the flying knife pierced through Wang Fugui's arm and inserted into the mud wall.

Wang Fugui's heart-wrenching screams filled the entire village.

Manager Wang, who was standing by, had already been frightened silly by his son's screams. Now, he realized that he and his son were doomed today.

"Bitch, Zhao Erhu you bitch..."

Wang Fugui continued to curse with foul language.

Human nature is so strange. A person can tolerate insults and beatings from people who are higher in status than him, but he can never accept being attacked by someone who was once stepped under his feet.

Even though he knew in his heart that such abuse would not bring any benefit to the things he was about to face, he still couldn't help but curse.

"One of the two stabs you made just now was for my brother, and the other was for my sister-in-law. You had my brother's limbs broken and thrown into the hounds' den, and you also slashed my sister-in-law's face. Compared to the pain they suffered before, this little injury should not hurt you at all."

As Zhao Erhu spoke, he pulled out the knife that Wang Fugui had freed from the wall, with a piece of red rag still on it.

He ignored the red cloth and raised the knife to stab Wang Fugui. The white knife went in and the red knife came out, accompanied by Wang Fugui's wailing.

With two consecutive stabs, Zhao Erhu slashed off the hem of Wang Fugui's wedding gown, revealing the red pants underneath.

Zhao Erhu did not stop, but continued to cut his belt with the knife. The moment his pants slipped off, everyone was stunned.

This guy was not wearing any underwear. That was not the point. The point was that his bare part was... just a tiny bit, like two mosquito bites with a very thin thorn hanging from them.

Seeing this scene, the women present screamed and looked away.

Well, it seems that not all women are like that. There are only two exceptions.

Jiang Si and Zhang Xiaoxi stared at a certain part of Wang Fugui.

The secret that had been hidden for more than 20 years was exposed in front of everyone. If it weren't for the pain from the wound, Wang Fugui almost fainted. The meaningful looks from everyone made Wang Fugui almost collapse.

Zhao Erhu didn't expect that there was such a situation under Wang Fugui's pants. He was stunned for a moment and did not drop the knife in his hand.

It's just this little bit, it doesn't seem to make any difference whether you cut it or not.

"That's it?" Zhang Xiaoxi stepped forward, raised the little finger of his right hand, and stretched it down in front of Wang Fugui, "This thing is not as thick as my hand, and you dare to force a decent woman to marry you?"

Zhang Xiaoxi's words made Wang Fugui completely crazy. He opened his mouth and screamed, like a rabid dog that could only bite randomly.

Jiang Si and the others didn't understand, but everyone in the village understood now. No wonder the women that this bastard had forced to marry were beaten to death. It turned out that he was born a eunuch.

Wang Fugui's crazy cry brought Fan Tong back to his senses. He turned around and saw his wife staring at the space between Wang Fugui's legs with interest.

He was a little angry, and the sour smell on his body could be smelled from a distance.

Fan Tong stepped forward and covered Jiang Si's eyes, "Can't you have a little shame?"

When Jiang Si heard this, she immediately became unhappy, and pulled Fan Tong's hand off, turned around and looked at her and said, "It's not me who can't do it, why should I feel ashamed?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes turned to the two of them. Fan Tong was so shocked that he couldn't find the words to refute for a while.

What she said was indeed fine.

At this moment, Zhao Erhu stabbed Wang Fugui's shoulder for the last time. He never pulled out the knife after this one. "You owe me five lives. I'll only give you five stabs. That's a bargain for you."

After Zhao Erhu finished speaking, he bowed respectfully to Fan Tong and his wife and retreated.

Wang Fugui kept wailing, while Manager Wang resigned himself to his fate and leaned against the wall without saying a word.

The next person to rush out was a middle-aged woman. She was wearing a huge patched suit. She was covered in mud and her face was dirty. Her hair was messy and it seemed unknown how long it had been since she had washed it.

Jiang Si first discovered that the eyes can also smell bad odors.

The middle-aged woman did not ask Jiang Si for a knife. She took out a scimitar from somewhere and rushed towards Manager Wang.

The hand holding the knife trembled as he chopped towards Manager Wang. The first cut was on his round belly. Because of the shaking hand, the cut was not very deep and only broke the skin.

Blood slowly oozed out from the knife wound, and the bright color dyed the middle-aged woman's eyes red. Hatred gave her enough courage, and when she attacked again, she was obviously much steadier and the knife was more ruthless.

Jiang Si and Fan Tong watched this scene quietly. From the scattered sounds in the crowd, they could tell that after Manager Wang abducted their daughter, she was first tortured by this man surnamed Wang and then beaten to death by his son.

Since her daughter's death, this woman has become crazy and mad, which is really pitiful.

With Zhao Erhu and the middle-aged woman taking the lead, the people behind them no longer hesitated. Without waiting for Jiang Si's call, they rushed forward, surrounded the Wang father and son, and beat or chopped them to vent their resentment.