A skinny man with dark skin was pedaling an old bicycle on a muddy and damaged dirt road.
And it was on the back seat of the bicycle that was covered with rust marks.
A huge package that was half a man tall was teetering on the ropes.
The skinny man's name is Qiao Han, a landless farmer who completely lost his ancestral land due to the coercion and inducement of the rich in the village.
As a low-caste person, he had to leave the village where he was born and raised.
Go to a nearby city to find a job that can support the whole family.
George Han is an honest man, but he is not stupid.
He knew he couldn't keep the land from the beginning.
We can only try to get more monetary compensation from the rich.
Moreover, Chau Han, a low-caste man, has long been accustomed to this feeling of powerlessness.
The only thing he couldn't worry about was his hardworking wife and young son at home.
Therefore, Qiao Han gave all the small amount of compensation money to his wife to support the family, and embarked on the difficult road of working alone.
Today is the first week since George Han left home.
Taking a temporary leave, he deliberately bought a large amount of food for the upcoming period from a cheap shopping mall, as well as the candies he promised to buy for his son and the silk scarves for his wife. He is now on his way home.
Poof!
One of George Han's feet was needed to maintain the overall balance of the automatic car.
I had to step into the muddy dirt road full of cow dung.
He shook his head and smiled bitterly, and finally decided to get out of the car and walk.
In fact, there should have been a neat and solid concrete road in the village.
However, after the village chief's son bought a high-power off-road vehicle, there was no news about road construction funds from the state.
Not only the honest and honest George Han, but also everyone in the village knows the inside story here.
But in order to survive, they really have no good way to do this.
"Um?"
As time passed, George Han, who gradually approached the entrance of the village, blinked suspiciously.
At times like this in the past, Lao Jiayi, who has been selling crispy ball specialties at the entrance of the village, should be the busiest person.
After all, a fried dough ball stuffed with hummus dipped in a variety of green masala dips is unforgettable, cheap, clean and hygienic...
George Han, who was short of oil and water in his stomach, swallowed subconsciously.
He quickly took a deep breath and pushed the heavy bicycle forward.
It didn't take long for him to catch a glimpse of the merchandise counter built by Old Jai with several large stones.
But at this time, the glass box filled with fried dough balls on the homemade counter had long been broken into pieces, and a large number of fried dough balls were scattered everywhere, but only old Jai and his loyal customers were nowhere to be seen.
"What happened in the village...?"
George Han's eyes widened slightly and he quickly stopped his bicycle.
He hurried to the front of the product counter, squatted on the ground and took a closer look.
"These fried dough balls are completely soaked by the rain. I remember the rain started seven days ago and stopped this morning..."
George Han stood up slowly and muttered something to himself.
His expression gradually became serious, and he wanted to turn around and leave.
Turning his eyes back and forth, he accidentally saw a sharp saw blade belonging to Old Jay.
Old Jai is also from a lower caste.
According to the unspoken traditions and rules of everyone, people of lower castes are not allowed to use real knives.
George Han lowered his head and thought for a moment.
Then, he picked up the sharp saw blade without hesitation and stuck it on the back of his waist.
The existence of the product counter is Lao Jai's destiny.
It is also his only source of income to support his family of several people.
It is impossible for old Jay to remain indifferent and allow others to trample on everything he owns.
Therefore, something else must have happened in my village!
Fight? Riot? Or...
Squeak!
With a nervous expression, George Han quickly ran back to the bicycle.
He pushed his bicycle and rode into the village.
He needed to rush home as soon as possible to see if his wife and son were still safe.
If something really happened in the village and there was nothing we could do about it.
At worst, he would take his whole family to live on the streets in the city, so that he could at least save his life.
George Han pedaled the bicycle with all his strength and flew through the chaotic streets of the village at high speed.
The villagers who used to come and go have long since disappeared, and even the annoying sounds of barking dogs and cows have disappeared.
In order to conduct some kind of verification, George Han also deliberately took a detour.
He quickly passed the road in front of rows of mansions built by the village chief and other wealthy people who had specially occupied the land.
But still no one was seen, only metal doors locked from the inside!
Boom!
Soon after, George Han, covered in sweat, finally returned to his old house.
At this moment, there was no sound coming from this old ancestral house that had gone through decades of wind and rain and relied on the repairs of the fathers to barely stand.
"Amir Tina?"
The panicked George Han didn't even bother with the food on the car seat.
He quickly shouted the names of his son and wife several times in the direction of the house, but never got any response.
George Han, who was sweating on his forehead, took a deep breath and walked quickly to the door.
He pushed the door gently and found that it was not locked.
squeak——
As the door gradually opened, a faint light from the outside slowly shone into the dimly lit room.
George Han glanced very cautiously.
I found that the floor at the door and the surrounding furniture were very neatly arranged.
And it's all thanks to his wife Tina.
Although life at home is relatively poor.
But the two of them are not lazy, and they are not complaining...
"Tina!"
At this moment, George Han, whose lips were trembling slightly, suddenly saw his wife lying on the ground beside the bed.
He originally wanted to step forward to check whether the other party was alive or dead.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! But the human instinct still stopped him from making any movement.
Because my wife’s current state doesn’t look like a living person at all!
Moreover, there was a terrifying smile on her pale face with wide eyes. Her exposed hands and feet were covered with large and small horrible herpes, and extremely smelly green juice continued to flow out, even on her entire abdomen.
The location has also increased a lot.
And George Han knew clearly that his wife was not pregnant again...
This must be some unknown disease, right?
Or is it the raging plague that the elders in the village say?
George Han, who had just suffered a huge blow, thought with extremely confused thoughts.
"Amir?"
The next moment, George Han suppressed the grief in his heart and glanced inside the room again, and suddenly saw a short figure squatting facing the corner.
And that is exactly the little back of his son Amir!
"Son! Don't be afraid! Dad is back, Tina...what happened to your mother? What happened in the village?"
In an instant, George Han felt worry and love for his son in his heart.
Finally, he overcame the worries about his wife's decaying body and some unknown disease.
He rushed into the room without hesitation, and then carefully moved towards his son squatting in the corner.
"Dad, you are back..."
"Mom is sick and we can't contact you. People in the village are afraid of getting sick and are not willing to help us at all..."
At this moment, George Han, who was completely worried about his son's safety, did not notice that Amir's voice was a little deep and thick, and even his basic tone did not change at all.
"I was scared, anxious and sad. I wanted to pray to the gods in the sky for help as my mother once said... I didn't expect that the great gods would actually reply to me!"
Hearing his son's simple words without any fluctuation in tone.
George Han, who had just placed a few fingers on his son's shoulders, subconsciously felt his hair standing on end!
He was about to say something.
At this moment, his son, who had been facing the corner, suddenly turned in front of him.
"ah!"
George Han couldn't help but take a closer look and subconsciously took a few steps back. His whole body suddenly shook into pieces!
Right between the arms of his son Amir's swollen and ulcerated arms.
A terrifying Nurgling that was only the size of a human head, with green pits and viscous liquid covering its surface, was trying hard to stretch out a pair of slender hands in the direction of George Han, and kept pouring out of its slightly open bloody mouth.