After hearing this, Shaoqiu did not dare to say anything more. If he continued to say this, he might be killed.
The deserted village once again calmed down. Shaoqiu still stayed in his dilapidated house, listening to bursts of beautiful singing coming from somewhere. However, this singing was not a good thing for him, but
Let’s listen to this while I’m free and bored.
At this time, he thought of his parents again, but he no longer knew where they had gone. Every time he thought of this, Shaoqiu felt very bad. Why did his parents leave him? Of course, he didn't know this either.
However, he knew that his parents didn't like him because he was useless, which made his parents very angry when they saw him.
At this time, a huge gust of wind blew from the sky. This wind swept across the deserted village and it seemed that nothing could be seen for a moment. The world was in chaos, and it was impossible to see anything from east to west, north, south.
Shaoqiu hurriedly hid in his house. Although the house was small, it could still hide from the wind and rain. No, once he hid in the house, his body became much warmer.
Shaoqiu turned on the light, sat alone in the room, and read a book. At this time, he would feel better and no longer annoyed by the troubles during the day.
At this time, he heard someone outside knocking on his door again. When he opened the door, he could not see anything. Only the wind kept knocking, which seemed to be telling him something.
.
"It's really strange. I clearly heard someone knocking on the door, but when I opened the door, I couldn't see anything?" Shaoqiu thought, but this was in vain. Maybe he heard wrongly.
Alright.
After dawn, Shaoqiu went up the mountain with a hoe and wanted to hoe weeds. Yes, the weeds in the field were growing too fast. If we didn't hoe, the crops would be lost.
However, when he walked to the mountain, he found that his crops were gone for some reason. He was weeding here yesterday, and now they were gone. What was going on?
At this time, Shaoqiu had no choice but to sit on the stone and shed tears. The crops were gone. This would make life difficult for him in the future, but what could be done?
"Who cut my crops? What is going on? I have not offended anyone, why are you doing this to me?" Shaoqiu thought while sitting on the stone. If there were no crops, what would happen?
Thinking about the days to come, Shaoqiu couldn't help but burst into tears, "What do I call these days!"
Shaoqiu just sat on the rock, letting his tears continue to flow down, washing the earth, and then mixed into a river, flowing crazily eastward.
"Okay, if you want to do this, then don't blame me. I will pull up your crops right now to see whether I starve to death or you starve to death!" Shaoqiu thought as he kept walking on the mountain road.
As he was running around, people who didn't know better thought he was sick and crazy.
He was standing next to a large rice field, looking at the green rice. How could he bear to pull them out? He had no choice but to sit by the rice and keep shouting to the sky, but for him, he was like this
The people in the deserted village had long been accustomed to his shouting, so they didn't take it to heart, let alone sympathize with him.
"You have to pay for my rice, otherwise, I won't obey, and I will never give in. If you don't believe it, let's wait and see!" Shaoqiu thought in his heart.
Shaoqiu walked back from the mountain and returned to his house. He found that there was not much rice and grain in his house. If he continued like this, life would be difficult.
However, he still had some money, so he could buy it at the market. Thinking of this, there was a faint smile on his face.
It was raining, and it was raining heavily at night. Shaoqiu just sat in front of the window, looking out in confusion, unable to distinguish between east, west, north and south.
At this night, Shaoqiu wanted to go out and take a look outside. It would be best to go up the mountain, sit in the mountain temple, and listen to the sound of rain hitting the fallen leaves.
In this deserted night, Shaoqiu just held an umbrella and walked towards the temple on the mountain. When he reached the mountain, he saw a man sitting in the temple.
There was something beside him. As soon as he saw Shaoqiu coming, he ran straight down the mountain and disappeared as quickly as a puff of smoke.
In this temple, there is still something left, wrapped in cloth. You can't really see what's in the cloth, but I think this thing should be an extraordinary thing. It has a faint cold air, which is frightening, especially
It's on this deserted mountain.
After the man ran away, he found that the person who came was not scary, so he came back and sat in front of the cloth bag, still looking arrogant and busy.
The man was quite dark in appearance and quite thick in stature. He had a big knife on his back and a fierce look on his face. He didn't look like a good bird.
At this time, the visitor opened the contents of the cloth bag. It was a human head. The blood was not yet dry and the eyes were not closed.
"Damn it, are you still fierce? Do you dare to hit me?" The black man's face was covered with flesh, and his eyes kept shining with arrogance. This made Shaoqiu dare not look at him, as if he would look at him like this again.
, you will be like the human head on the ground.
That black man was none other than a black bandit. At this moment, I don’t know where he found the enemy he had been chasing for many years, and took his head. At this time, in the quiet night, when no one was around, he was alone in this mountain temple.
play.
The black bandit whipped people on the head severely with a whip in this mountain temple, as if he was not relieved, and Shaoqiu really didn't dare to look at it at this time, but he had to look at it.
He didn't dare to leave, for fear of offending the gangster and possibly dying.
Shaoqiu left, quietly. If he had known this, he really shouldn't have come to this big mountain, let alone this damn mountain temple. Now it's better, he saw what he shouldn't have seen.
"Don't leave. Now that we are here, we are a family. If we leave again, we will have to eat this." The black bandit stared at Shaoqiu fiercely, blood spurting out of his eyes, and he drew a knife and stabbed Shaoqiu.
Shaoqiu's face wavered.
"Please, just bury this. I'm not in a good mood when I see this thing. Come on, you're taking so long!" The black bandit glanced at Shaoqiu, his eyes full of blood.
"I don't dare. If anyone finds out about this, I will die. You'd better bury it yourself." Shaoqiu said to the black bandit.
"Damn it, just go if I tell you to. Do you want to die for being so verbose?" The black bandit roared and sprayed saliva all over Shaoqiu's face.
"Oh, my stomach hurts. Can I take a poop first?" Shaoqiu said to the gangster.
"Go, damn, you're so verbose." The black bandit roared again, making the gods in the mountain temple tremble with fear.
At this time, Shaoqiu deliberately walked to the edge of a cliff next to the mountain temple. The cliff was not too high. If he jumped like this, he probably wouldn't die. He managed to escape the difficulty, so he jumped down.
Shaoqiu jumped down, and although he deliberately pretended to cry out in misery, he still couldn't seem to hide it from the black bandit. He rolled down a big stone from above. Fortunately, the stone did not crush Shaoqiu, but just fell from his head.
The head bounced off and kept rolling down.
"Damn it, don't run away, otherwise I will have to kill you. If you know about me, and people know about it, why don't you kill me?" The black bandit roared while looking straight from above.
He jumped down, the knife in his hand was shining brightly, and Shaoqiu, who was lying on the ground so frightened, didn't even have the strength to get up.