On one side of the body, blood spilled out, soaking the white sheets. The large blood stains were heart-stopping.
"Mr. Ma, I'd like to express my condolences and accept the change." Ms. Chen walked over and said softly.
"My condolences, my son also died." Mr. Xiao sighed, with a sad look on his face.
Mr. Ma raised his head and looked at Mr. Chen blankly. Suddenly, he knelt down in front of Mrs. Chen, kowtowed vigorously and "bang bang bang" a few times. Blood was already dripping on Mr. Ma's forehead, and the family members around him were pulling.
Unable to hold him back, he still struggled desperately to kowtow.
"Master Ma, Master Ma, what are you doing? You're going to kill me..." Seeing Master Ma chasing her and kowtowing, Ms. Chen immediately panicked, backed away and waved her hands.
"I'm not a human, I'm not a human... I hurt Huahua, I hurt Huahua... If I had listened to you Wanjia... Huahua would not have left, Huahua... Huahua, my Huahua
ah……"
Mr. Ma slapped the ground and cried loudly. As the old man cried, a group of family members also started crying, and the yard became a mess.
Mr. Ma has seven sons and a daughter at the end of his old age. He regards her as the apple of his eye and takes great care of her. However, in this mob incident, the thirteen-year-old Huahua was raped by the mob, which shows how hard the blow was to her.
In fact, Mr. Ma also lost three sons, but he had no feelings about the death of his sons. He was only heartbroken over the death of his youngest daughter Huahua.
Mrs. Chen sighed, said a few words of comfort and then left.
At first, Mrs. Chen came to Wanjia with a victor's attitude, and even felt a sense of schadenfreude. But when she saw the miserable situation of Ma's family, she suddenly felt uninterested.
"Zhao Yuan, you are right...what are you thinking?"
On the way back, Mrs. Chen, who was sighing all the way, talked to Zhao Yuan, but found that Zhao Yuan had a cold face. Of course, Mrs. Chen didn't know that the tragic situation of the Wan family aroused Zhao Yuan's thoughts. Compared with the Zhao family who was almost wiped out.
Come on, Wanjia is already very, very lucky.
"It's nothing." Zhao Yuan's face instantly regained his composure and he said calmly.
"Well, it's fine. I believe that after this incident spreads, there won't be any large-scale mobs attacking Xujiaqiao." Chen did not ask further questions, but glanced at Xujiaqiao, who was still chasing the mob, and said softly.
Sighed.
"Yeah, the mob isn't stupid either."
"Let's go home, Ling'er is still worried."
Mrs. Chen looked uninterested and went straight back to Wan's house without saying much.
At sunset, the battle at Xujiaqiao was completely over.
Wanjia's workers have been chasing for dozens of miles. Later, even the people of Xujiaqiao also participated in the pursuit, chasing along the footprints left by the mob. Bloody killings were staged everywhere in the barren mountains and wilderness of Xujiaqiao.
The snow-covered wilderness seemed to be covered with a blood-colored coat.
It finally got dark and the land fell into calm. The chasing team returned to Xujiaqiao one after another and began to clean up the mess.
The losses in Xujiaqiao this time were extremely heavy. Countless houses were burned down. Fortunately, most of the houses in Xujiaqiao were made of masonry and were not easy to burn. Otherwise, if the fire continued, the entire Xujiaqiao would be engulfed in flames, and the consequences would be disastrous.
In addition to the huge damage to property, more than 2,000 people died, including more than 300 people from the Wan family alone.
In Xujiaqiao, almost every family wears mourning, and there are sad cries everywhere.
It was a sleepless night.
Relatively speaking, Wanjia's losses were minimal. Apart from dozens of casualties, there was almost no loss of property.
The Wan family was celebrating by killing pigs and sheep, but Mrs. Chen couldn't be happy because Wan Ziyu was injured.
Wan Ziyu was seriously injured, and a flying sword penetrated his abdomen. If it were not for his strong spiritual energy protection, Wan Ziyu would have died outside the barren mountains.
After Wan Ziyu returned home, he immediately entered the secret room for seclusion. Mrs. Chen sent all the spar and elixirs collected at home into the secret room...
Chen's unhappiness did not affect the celebration in the east courtyard.
In the eyes of the workers, Zhao Yuan was a hero, a civilian hero who lived with them day and night.
A blazing bonfire was burning beside the well in the east courtyard. The flames of the bonfire rose several feet, dispelling the darkness and coldness of the night.
Beside the bonfire, there was a large pot in a circle. Inside the big pot were large chunks of pork and mutton. The oil was boiling, exuding an alluring aroma. People drank happily, celebrating their survival and cursing those who had survived.
There were mobs. There were some people who were singing some rich and vast ballads, and some people were talking nonsense and getting drunk. The whole east courtyard was like a festival, diluting the shadow of death.
Zhao Yuan did not know that Wan Ziyu was seriously injured. He liked to drink and eat meat with the workers. He liked their simplicity, their simplicity, their rudeness, and the straightforwardness of their lower-level people.
Zhu Dapao was also in the east courtyard. He was stumbling among the crowd with a wine bottle in his hand, his eyes dimmed from drunkenness. Many people toasted to him, but he refused to refuse anyone who came.
The workers were very happy that Zhu Dapao could drink in the East Courtyard. In fact, in the past decades, Zhu Dapao had never had a drink or meal in the East Courtyard.
Chef Luo and Chef Lei were preparing a hanging fat pig by the campfire. Each used a butcher's knife to show off their meat-cutting skills, competing to see who could cut faster. The butcher's knife flew up and down, and under the cold light,
One piece of pork was thrown into the soup pot, splashing the soup, and the soup splashed into the bonfire. The steam immediately rose and the aroma was overwhelming, causing the workers to shout and cheer loudly.
Guo Ax did not drink wine and eat meat, but chopping wood in a muffled voice to add firewood to the campfire. Guo Ax suffered a slight injury, his ear was hit by a brick and almost torn, but for him, this injury was
It's a joke, he didn't take it to heart, he just disinfected it and went to the vet for a few stitches as if it was fine.
Xu San appeared in the East Courtyard for the first time, sitting next to Zhao Yuan, with a proud look on his face - Zhao Yuan was the one who introduced Wanjia East Courtyard, and he had the capital to be proud of.
…
East courtyard, simple, original and happy.
Looking at this warm picture, he felt a little absent-minded.
If there was no blood feud, he might choose to die here. He likes this atmosphere.
The celebration banquet did not end until the early hours of the morning. The workers were all drunk and helped each other into their rooms to sleep. Sister Luo and Lei and a few other women were left to clean up the mess.
Guo's ax was still chopping wood with a muffled sound.
"Axe, why don't you take a rest?" Zhao Yuan, who was sitting on the edge of the well, shouted when he saw something strange about Guo Axe.
"Don't worry about it." Guo Ax replied.
"..." Zhao Yuan suddenly became speechless. Guo Ax had never treated him like this before.
"Xiao Zhao, let him be quiet, ugh... pitiful..." Mrs. Luo, who was cleaning up the big pot, shook her head and sighed.
"The target of Guo's ax is dead." Mrs. Lei walked to Zhao Yuan and whispered softly.
Zhao Yuan's heart sank. He knew without guessing that the girl must have died in the hands of the mob. Zhao Yuan did not go over to comfort Guo Ax. He also found an ax and accompanied Guo Ax to chop wood.
In this weather, apart from chopping wood with an ax, there is no place for flies to vent their anger.
The two men said nothing, chopping firewood silently.
Time passed little by little, and the east courtyard had been cleaned up. Even Luo's sister-in-law and Lei's sister-in-law said hello to go to bed, while Zhao Yuan and Guo Ax were still chopping firewood desperately, and both of them took off their clothes.
, revealing a body of strong muscles.
Finally, Guo Ax spoke.
"Zhao Yuan, why are there so many wounds on your body?" Guo Ax asked in surprise as he looked at the crisscross scars on Zhao Yuan's body.
"This was bitten by a dog, this was beaten by someone else, this was scratched by a wild animal, this one was scratched after falling from the mountain..."
Guo Ax stared blankly at the scars on Zhao Yuan's body without making a sound.
"Except for death, there is no obstacle that cannot be overcome in a person's life." Zhao Yuan looked at Guo Ax indifferently.
"Yes." Guo Ax responded, walked back to the kitchen, and took out a jar of wine. "This is what Chef Luo collected."
"Chef Luo collected it... then you..."
"He just drank it, how dare he ask me to pay for it!" Guo Ax said with a cross-eyed look.
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