He could imagine how angry the dark middle-aged man would be.
Unexpectedly, the dark middle-aged man burst out laughing: "Hahaha! What a coincidence, I believe it too!"
kindness?
Wang Erma was stunned. Although he didn't know why, it seemed that his family had escaped a disaster.
"Since your son has gone to chop firewood, why should I bring something back for business?" The swarthy middle-aged man looked at Wang Erma's trembling legs and smiled slightly: "Let's do this, I'll chop off your legs.
Come down and take it back."
"In this case, it will be easier for me to explain that your son chopped off his legs while chopping wood and couldn't come."
ah?
Wang Erma hurriedly knelt down: "Sir, please spare my life, spare your life!"
The swarthy middle-aged man said unhurriedly: "If I don't kill you, how can you spare your life?"
He waved his fingers, and two fierce bandits pushed him to the ground and brutally cut off his legs.
ah--
The tragic screams broke the silence of the small mountain village.
The bloody scene shocked all those present and silenced them. Some couples hugged each other, terrified.
The swarthy middle-aged man chuckled: "Next, is the second person who is lucky enough to receive benefits. Who is Li Zhibang?"
Plop——
A fat man with a big belly immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Sir, my son... he drowned!"
"If you don't believe it, you can ask the villagers! If you still don't believe it, I can take you to the cemetery to have a look."
The swarthy middle-aged man didn't even ask, so he told me honestly.
And what he said was all true. His son died tragically in the water while swimming, and his body was recovered not long ago.
The swarthy middle-aged man looked at a woman and said with a smile: "Sister, is what she said true?"
"Yes... yes, the grave is still there." The woman lowered her head and said.
The swarthy middle-aged man looked at the second villager, who also answered truthfully and timidly.
"He's really dead!" The dark-skinned middle-aged man touched the back of his head: "Oh, this is really difficult. There's one less person. What should we do?"
Glancing at Li Zhibang's big belly, he grinned: "Well, let's take your belly back and do a job."
He waved his hand, and two more bandits rushed forward and kicked Li Zhibang to the ground.
"Ah, what are you going to do? Ah!!!"
A spine-chilling scene appeared. The two bandits kicked him in the back, lifted up his clothes, and then... cut open his belly alive and dug out his intestines!
Li Zhibang was in heart-wrenching pain, and his screams became weaker and weaker as his life passed.
Finally, his eyes were dull, staring at the sky without blinking, and his body lost its struggle.
The extremely bloody scene deeply stimulated their nerves.
To the simple and comfortable villagers, the behavior of the bandits is simply devilish!
"Now let's start with the third family. Who is Zhao Hanxiong?" said the dark middle-aged man.
With the lessons learned from the first two, no one in the villagers behind dared to skate anymore, and they all pulled their children out.
"This is so ridiculous!" The swarthy middle-aged man grinned and picked up the small book again: "The last one, Mr. Sanku's family, come out!"
In the crowd, Master Sanku walked forward hesitantly with a sullen face.
From the corner of his eye, he stared at the blood, internal organs, and two broken legs all over the floor, and couldn't help but tremble.
"You are Master Sanku!" The dark-skinned middle-aged man groped his chin and looked at her: "I heard from my brothers that your granddaughter is a beautiful woman. Why doesn't anyone come here?"
Zhou Mengmeng can only be regarded as pretty, but because her skin is fair and tender, she is different from ordinary mountain village girls, so her beauty stands out in comparison.
So much so that the dark-skinned middle-aged man wanted Zhou Mengmeng by name.
Master Sanku's heart sank, and his face showed a hint of uneasiness.
"Why don't you say anything?" The dark-skinned middle-aged man stepped forward and patted Master Sanku on the shoulder with a warm smile on his face.
But the villagers understood that it was a sign that the dark-skinned middle-aged man was about to kill someone!
Because of fear, Sankuye's throat seemed to be blocked by something. He moved his lips a few times and was speechless.
"Is it true that your granddaughter is no longer here?" The swarthy middle-aged man said: "In this case, then I can only..."
Master Sanku was clever and said in a trembling voice: "Granddaughter...granddaughter has run away!"
The villagers were all worried, it was over, Master Sanku was going to be brutally killed.
Unexpectedly, Master Sanku said quickly: "Wait! Although my granddaughter has run away...but...there is still a young man in the family, you can take her away!"
The swarthy middle-aged man opened the booklet, looked at it, and then looked at Master Sanku, half-smiling but not smiling: "On the household registration book, you only have one granddaughter, where did you come from in your prime?"
"He was picked up by me to honor the adults." Sankuye said: "He is only about 20 years old, with sound limbs and a clear mind."
"Not long ago, he suggested that I should leave behind and run away. If you take me back, you must be a good one!"
The swarthy middle-aged man laughed in surprise: "Picked it back? Does he know that you want to give him to us?"
Master Sanku lowered his head and did not dare to answer this question.
"Okay! The merits and demerits are equal." The words of the dark-skinned middle-aged man made Master Sanku breathe a sigh of relief, and he could only say sorry to Xia Qingchen silently in his heart.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Master Sanku was relieved, he suddenly said, "However, your faults far outweigh your merits."
"Let me do the math!" He pinched his fingers and said, "Subtract the work, well, probably if you hand over your own head, it will almost completely cancel it out."
As he said that, the two fierce bandits behind him immediately came forward with knives and wanted to chop off Master Sanku's head.
The latter's face turned pale with fear, and he stood there trembling, not daring to move.
"Wait a minute!" Zhou Liang said in fear.
The dark middle-aged man's eyes moved towards him, causing the latter to tremble: "Which family are you from?"
Zhou Liang swallowed hard and revealed his background: "I am Zhou Liang, a villager in Shiyan Village, and my master is Jun Zijian, the number one martial artist in the county!"
After hearing the first half of the sentence, the dark-skinned middle-aged man was expressionless, but the second half surprised him.
He couldn't help but look Zhou Liang up and down: "You said you are Jun Zijian's apprentice?"
Zhou Liang bowed repeatedly: "Exactly, the true disciple!"
The swarthy middle-aged man couldn't believe that Jun Zijian would actually accept the villagers of this small mountain village as his disciples.
"Do you have proof?"
Zhou Liang hurriedly took out his "Essentials of Smell Qi" and said: "This is what the master gave me, and it has his autograph on it."
Is it true?
The swarthy middle-aged man opened it and found that it was actually signed by Jun Zijian, and it was an authentic work.
He couldn't help but become suspicious.
Zhou Liang saw that the other party was afraid, so he emboldened his courage and said, "My master has begged your leader to pardon the granddaughter of Master Sanku. If you don't believe me, you can go back and ask."
kindness?
There was something strange in the dark middle-aged eyes, and he squinted and said, "Is this true?"