Quick Wear: Let go of the desire to help others and respect the burial of the insane.

"Brothers, let me play with you for once!"

Soon, a young man in white quickly mounted his horse and rushed towards the washerwoman.

The racecourse was noisy.

The woman was still immersed in washing clothes. Her fingers were already covered with calluses, and were not as gentle and delicate as the young lady from an official family.

After playing with her for a day, the playboy found her quite boring. Seeing the traces of labor on her hands, he felt that she was as disgusting as an earthworm, so he handed her over to his wife.

The dandy in white looked down upon this wild flower in the countryside.

But what he loved most was riding his horse to hurt people. He felt extremely hateful towards the lower class but could do nothing about it. He could only lower his head and swallow his grievances in his stomach.

Bullying men and women is his favorite thing.

So he rode his horse at high speed and rushed towards the peasant girl who was washing clothes by the river.

Wait until the peasant girl looks up.

She noticed three horses were charging towards her, and not far away, and her pupils shrank.

Being kicked by a horse is no joke. At the very least, you will break some bones, and at the worst, you may die on the spot.

The peasant girl had no choice but to throw away the clothes in her hands. Even if she didn't know the reason why the rich young man was galloping on the horse, she couldn't afford to offend such a person.

Seeing the peasant girl running away, the dandy in white clothes aroused his inner desire to conquer her, "Hey, beautiful lady, come home with me and be my mistress!"

next second.

A sharp stone hit the knee of the dandy in white with lightning speed.

Because the horses were galloping at high speed.

The horse's front hoof was injured and it was seriously frightened, with the front half of its body falling down.

The dandy in white obviously did not expect this to happen, and he tried to pull the reins hard to make the horse raise its head.

But the horse knelt too quickly and he was thrown heavily off the horse.

Face down.

Coincidentally, he had just run to the stream, which was littered with sharp stones.

Due to inertia, the horse continued to pull the white-clothed dandy forward for several meters, leaving a long blood mark.

"broken!"

The other disciples immediately felt that something was wrong.

The one closest to the one in white dismounted to check.

He turned over the body of the dandy in white and was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

"Ah, Brother Bai, he's dead...dead!"

The dandy in white had a bloody face, with most of his skin and teeth scraped off. His lifeless eyeballs were exposed to the air, staring at everyone present.

It looks like a ghost coming to take your life.

"You were just riding a horse, how could you suddenly fall off?!"

In the eyes of other dandies.

Bai Wanku was just the first to charge, leaving the others far behind, and was about to grab the edge of the peasant woman's clothes.

Changes occurred suddenly.

The horse suddenly fell to the ground as if it had stalled, and the white playboy flew out with it.

According to Bai Wanku's horse riding ability, it is unlikely that he would be killed by the horse suddenly...

It's weird, it's really weird.

"Brother Li, I won't play along with you anymore. I remembered my wife is still making soup for me."

"Yes, yes. I still have three daughters to take care of. Brother Li, I'll leave this beauty for you to enjoy."

The other playboys declined.

After all, Bai Wanku's death is closely related to Li Wanku.

"You guys! You're so disloyal!" Li Wanku was a little angry. "Didn't Bai Ruozhi kill himself by riding a horse? There's no need to be so scared. He was killed by a horse because he wasn't capable!"

Li Wanku swallowed his saliva after he finished speaking. He always felt that things were not that simple.

died.

He died so simply.

As a son of a meritorious family, Bai Wanku's death was too casual.

He shook his head, clearing his mind of those distracting thoughts, and said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

How could it be possible that the place under the emperor's feet, where the imperial aura is the heaviest, is haunted?