When I was in junior high school, once after school, I was blocked in an alley by some gangsters from society.
The boys didn't beat me at first, they just looked through my pockets and school bag to find some cigarette money.
I wasn't in a hurry and watched them turn over and over.
My parents haven't given me pocket money since I was little. It would be damned if I could find a dollar on me.
It's just that these little bastards couldn't find the money, so they didn't have the guts to beat me up after a while.
Sure enough, some little bastards couldn't find the money, so they spread evil fire on me.
After pushing me twice, one of the leaders took out a Mitsubishi spatula.
He gestured towards me and said:
"Boy, originally you gave us ten yuan, which was enough for us brothers to buy a bag of Baitashan.
Not now. Tomorrow, tomorrow you bring a hundred dollars and send it over.
If there is a dollar missing - do you see the hammer in my hand?
I have used it to puncture seven or eight people, and one of the aorta was damaged, and the person is still lying in the ICU.
For a dollar less, I will poke a transparent hole in your body and see how many hits you can take."
Although I knew this bastard was bragging, I still felt a little guilty looking at the polished dagger in his hand.
But where can I get him a hundred dollars? At that moment, I could only say with a sad face:
"Brother, go to our school and ask around. Our family is famous for being a poor family.
For lunch, I licked and rubbed Baijia rice on my face.
It’s not that I won’t give it to you, it’s just that I can’t get it out.
I'm not afraid of my brothers' jokes. I've seen a hundred yuan but never touched it with my own hands.
That’s a big ticket that can only appear in dreams.”
The few little bastards didn't believe it at all, and the pushing and shoving escalated into punches and kicks.
Behind me, the person who was hit by lightning pushed me hard, staggered, and put my body into the arms of the little guy holding a Mitsubishi spatula.
The Mitsubishi spatula hit my chest without any bias.
I didn't even feel any pain at that time, I just felt like there was a cold object in my chest and my chest was a little tight.
But then, blood began to flow out, and I felt pain at this time.
I was also frightened at that time and shouted loudly:
"Help! Killer"
Those little bastards were also frightened. Seeing that someone was about to die, they immediately dispersed and ran away.
In the end, my screams alerted the police officers who were passing by. Seeing that I was seriously injured, they immediately called 120 and sent me to the hospital.
After a whole day and night of resuscitation in the hospital, I was finally out of danger.
Later, the doctor who treated me said that if I moved forward half a centimeter, the tip of the Mitsubishi spatula would directly puncture my heart.
At that time, I was afraid that I would not be able to survive and be sent to the hospital, so I went to see King Yama.
If you look at it this way, if you die at that time, you will probably die accidentally, and you may have a chance to board the train in advance.
Later, the police caught the gangsters, and the leader was sentenced to intentional injury and sentenced to eight years.
The few remaining adults in the family go to the hospital every day, hoping that I will give up pursuing their children.
Finally, I lost some money and the matter was over.
It’s just that my father took away all that money, saying he was saving it for me, and then he didn’t mention it anymore.
He was young and strong at the time, and he was discharged from the hospital soon after. His body was no different from before the injury.
There was just a small triangular-shaped incision on his chest.
Speaking of which, there was an unsolved case at that time, and the person who pushed me behind was not found.
There were four people facing each other at that time. I clearly remember that except for the person holding the knife, the other three people were all within my sight. It shouldn't be them. Who could it be?
Now that I heard that voice in my head, I vaguely understood something.
It's just that I can't think about it at this moment, I just think about how to get over this situation.
At this time, Long Gun was still squatting on the ground, playing with the face of the man in blue shirt, and continued:
"This matter has nothing to do with our dragon clan, let's say it with conscience
This kid on the ground looks like Guangwu Heze, half and half.
No one can say that he is dead, this is Guangwu Heze."
Hearing Long Gun's side-handed words, Yang Jian was not angry. He smiled faintly and said:
"His Royal Highness Long Gun, how do you think this situation will end?
Dozens of pairs of eyes on our side identified the person on the ground as Guangwu Heze.
You said the probability is 50/50, but you still have a high probability that it is Guangwu Heze."
Long Gun realized that he had said something wrong, and he immediately went back to make amends and said:
"The people in the underworld still say otherwise, Mr. Erlang, this account is not settled that way.
That guy named Shen, please say a few words.
Don't listen to cross talk on stage, you have to talk when you're on stage.
At least you can say a few words. Where is your ability to talk nonsense?
Now is the time to pretend to be silent.”
I shrank my neck and said:
"Your Majesty Dragonborn, you have promoted me, how can I speak in this situation?
If you ask me to say a few words, I don't know where to start.
The Guangwu Heze you mentioned, let alone met him, I had never heard of him before today.
Don't say true or false, you can just bring any god here and ask me to call him Guangwu Heze, and I will have to follow your instructions.
Otherwise, are there any characteristics of Guangwu Aizawa that everyone knows?
Let's study it together?
For example, does he have any moles or moles on his face?
Are there any birthmarks on your body? Are there any scars from previous injuries?
Are there six fingers on the hand, and is there a toe missing on the foot?"
"Guangwu Heze is an immortal, an immortal who transformed into an immortal. Do you think he has moles and moles on his body just like you?
Even hurt, the immortal body of the immortal leaves no scars."
Long Gun interrupted me angrily, and when he was about to continue speaking, Yang Jian said:
"Your Highness Long Gun, you don't know something. Guangwu Heze really has marks on his body.
He is a great god. When he was made a god, the Emperor of Heaven gave him the star position of the Big Dipper.
Right behind him"
While talking, Yang Erlang tore off the clothes of the man on the ground. After rolling him over, he found seven marks on his back, whether tattooed or not, birthmarks or not.
Just when Yang Jian opened the man's body, I clearly saw that the man's chest was clean, not to mention the triangular-shaped wounds, and there was not even a scratch on the oily skin.
Before Long Gun could speak, the voice of King Yama came over:
"Your Highness Long Gun, I know this too.
When the god was conferred, I also went to watch the ceremony, and there was indeed the star seal of the Big Dipper behind Guangwu Heze."
After hearing what King Yama said about surrendering, Long Gun immediately frowned and turned back to him and said:
"Lao Wu, at this time, shouldn't you refuse to admit it?
If you are like this, what do you want me to say?"
Having said this, Long Gun suddenly glared and said to 'Guangwu Heze' lying on the ground:
"Since we all think you are Guangwu Heze, why should I be so polite?
Boy, you are a traitor to Heaven, I will kill you for the Emperor of Heaven."
While talking, Long Gun suddenly turned his face and reached out to pinch the man's neck.