"Brother...Brother Huang...stop fighting...I was wrong!"
Zhang Tiezhu was beaten until his skin was torn and he was rolling on the ground in pain.
But the yellow man had no intention of stopping at all, and continued to lash out!
While licking his lips, he cursed: "I asked you to believe in science, and you said it was for my own good!"
"Pa" "Pa" "Pa"......
"I'm your fucking son?!"
The more Huang Pizi scolded, the angrier he became, and the more he slapped, the harder he hit.
Zhang Tiezhu was lying on the ground in pain, trying to escape!
What a pity... As soon as he climbed out two steps, the yellow man would grab one of his legs, drag him back, and then continue to whip him!
Although this dream belongs to Zhang Tiezhu.
But it was not up to him to make the decision.
It's all this yellow guy's decision!
"Pa" "Pa" "Pa"......
Time passed little by little, and Zhang Tiezhu's voice became hoarse, but the yellow man didn't stop at all.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a chill on his face, and he suddenly woke up.
"Huhu..."
Zhang Tiezhu violently rubbed his face with his hands, which were covered with water, and then hurriedly touched his back.
"you're awake?"
Lao Wangtou asked.
Zhang Tiezhu felt a burning pain in his back, but he could not touch the wound at all and there was no blood.
Nearby is Lao Wangtou's home.
Lao Wangtou was holding a basin in his hand.
"You...just woke me up?"
Zhang Tiezhu asked.
"Nonsense...what else?"
Lao Wangtou said angrily.
"What happened to me just now?!" Zhang Tiezhu stood up suddenly, grabbed Lao Wangtou's arm and said anxiously.
I was whipped in a dream a few days ago, and when I woke up, my back didn't hurt as much as it did today.
But today it really hurts, as if it was burned by fire.
"What's wrong? That yellow guy is here to rub you."
Lao Wangtou looked at Zhang Tiezhu with an idiot look.
"How did he get into my dream?" Zhang Tiezhu asked quickly.
He had wanted to ask this question before, but had always forgotten it.
"Isn't that easy? It will naturally get in while you are asleep."
Lao Wangtou said lightly: "Tuomeng...haven't you heard of it?"
"Hear...I've heard of it!"
Zhang Tiezhu was speechless.
Dreams are usually entrusted to younger generations by elders who have passed away in the family.
Finally, we arrived at Zhang Tiezhu.
He didn't dream about his ancestor and didn't talk about it, but a yellow-skinned boy came and asked him to beat him in the dream.
How could he endure it?
"Old Wangtou...what should I do?" Zhang Tiezhu asked tremblingly.
He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.
It’s not even 7pm yet!
In the dream, I felt like I was being whipped for a long time.
It turns out that only a few minutes have passed?
"Haha... just hold on tight. If you don't want to sleep, what else can you do?" Lao Wangtou sneered.
"I..." Zhang Tiezhu was speechless.
"Don't worry, you're still safe here. At least my old immortal is here and that yellow guy won't act too randomly."
Lao Wangtou said lightly, and then he no longer paid attention to Zhang Tiezhu, and went back to sit on his rocking chair, with the old god there.
"Old Wangtou, can I sleep?"
"If you're not afraid of being beaten, just sleep."
Zhang Tiezhu: "..."
Zhang Tiezhu decided.
No more sleep.
If you don't sleep, you will feel uncomfortable mentally; if you sleep, you will feel uncomfortable both physically and mentally.
And he had to endure Huang Pizi’s verbal humiliation!
How dare he sleep?
Lao Wangtou has a large mirror at home, the kind that is mounted on a wardrobe.
Zhang Tiezhu walked over, took off his shirt, and took a look at his back.
A little red...but no skin trauma.
But the burning pain did not subside at all.
"well......"
Zhang Tiezhu sighed: "What a bad luck."
He felt that if he stayed like this for two more days, he might become mentally ill.
He finally understood.
People in the town often say that so-and-so provoked the Xian family and was driven crazy.
In the past, Zhang Tiezhu didn't believe it at all and thought it was feudal superstition and a trick to deceive children.
But now he believes it.
And I believe it more than anyone else!
Because this feeling is so painful!
The pain is beyond words.
He felt like his head was filled with mush and his back was in great pain.
Zhang Tiezhu even began to waver in his heart, and had the idea of committing suicide if it was really impossible.
Although Zhang Tiezhu thought it was very embarrassing to enshrine a yellow leather child.
But it's not life-threatening.
Lao Wangtou was lying there leisurely... without any movement at all.
Zhang Tiezhu wondered if the old man was asleep.
He went back to sit down again, but he was still sleepy.
"what to do?"
Zhang Tiezhu wanted to stay awake.
He now has some dream phobia.
He suddenly remembered those great men who had suffered hardships when they were young and had thorns hanging from their heads and thorns in their buttocks.
Although Zhang Tiezhu can't remember those people's names.
But he remembered these deeds clearly.
Gall...Lao Wangtou probably didn't have it at home.
If the cone pricks the buttocks...it will be too painful.
"Hold your head from the beam!"
Zhang Tiezhu nodded secretly and started looking around Lao Wangtou's house.
In towns and small counties, every household will have something like hemp rope.
It happened that there was a hemp rope in the corner of Lao Wangtou's house.
Zhang Tiezhu didn't say hello, picked up the hemp rope and looked above his head.
He shook his head slightly: "Where will Liang go?"
Although it is a small town, the houses where every household lives have long since lost their beams.
"Yes."
Zhang Tiezhu looked at the door of the house and his eyes lit up.
He tied the hemp rope to the beam on the door.
This old-fashioned mud house and brick house.
There are wooden beams on the roof where you enter the house, and some have glass windows.
"Although it's a little short, it's still enough."
Zhang Tiezhu nodded with satisfaction, with a proud smile on his face unconsciously.
"I'm so witty."
Zhang Tiezhu moved the chair to the door, put a hemp rope around his neck, and sat down.
No sleep.
I won’t sleep even if I beat myself to death!
Lao Wangtou just lay there without moving.
Zhang Tiezhu yawned and his head sank slightly, but the beam on his head immediately had an effect and immediately calmed him down.
"can not sleep!"
Zhang Tiezhu regained consciousness instantly.
In this repeated sleepiness and head-hanging suspension, Zhang Tiezhu endured inhuman torture.
During this process, he remained dazed and his eyelids drooped.
It took about an hour.
Lao Wangtou woke up in a daze. He looked around and saw Zhang Tiezhu hanging from the beam. He rubbed his eyes!
"Bold, you're fucking crazy!"
Lao Wangtou hurriedly stood up and rushed over.
"Zhang DaDa, wake up..."
"Pa" "Pa" "Pa" "Pa"
Lao Wang went up and slapped Zhang Tiezhu several times, then he put his hand under Zhang Tiezhu's nose to see if he was still angry.
"ah??"
Zhang Tiezhu suddenly woke up.
He had just been stuck in the cycle of struggle between sleepiness and sobriety, which was very painful.
Being beaten on the head by Lao Wang.
He woke up immediately from the pain!
"Why are you hitting me?!" Zhang Tiezhu said through gritted teeth.