I'm so angry. This bald father and son bullied people too much. I already let him go, but he actually hurt Aunt Zhao. How could I bear it?
I beat the little bald guy on the spot until his nose was black and his face was swollen. This bastard was nothing, but I was also injured on this side of my body, especially my left hand, which was even less powerful. After a while, the old bald guy came over and kicked me.
Flip to the ground.
Then, the old bald man led his men to beat me unceremoniously, punching and kicking me in various ways.
Even the little bald man quickly got up and kicked me directly in the chest.
"Nasi, Chen Huafan, weren't you very crazy just now? Hit me, damn, a dead orphan can be so arrogant."
When the little bald man said hello, his gangsters immediately started fighting more vigorously, while the surrounding villagers looked at each other in disbelief. They were all like wood, and they all acted as if it had nothing to do with them.
Hanging look.
At this time, Aunt Zhao woke up.
As soon as she saw me being beaten, she quickly crawled over to protect me, but the old bald man stopped her.
Aunt Zhao was so anxious that she had to quickly say to the villagers nearby: "Everyone, don't be stunned. Please save Xiaofan quickly. If the fight continues, someone will be killed."
"Please, stop hitting these little mortals, hurry up and save people..."
"Xiaofan, Xiaofan, are you okay..."
I struggled to say, "It's okay."
But then, a more violent fist hit again.
"Keep beating me, numb, you were so arrogant just now, keep beating, don't stop." The little bald man said.
Fists hit me hard one after another. I was so exhausted that I no longer had any strength to fight back...
Aunt Zhao on the side cried anxiously. She begged the surrounding villagers: "I beg you, stop them and save Xiaofan."
A villager replied: "Aunt Zhao, Chen Huafan has been doing evil in our village, it would be good for him to learn a lesson."
"Doing evil? What evil? Little Mortal is very good. Although he usually makes fun of everyone, his heart is not bad at all."
Aunt Zhao cried: "Don't you remember? Three years ago, there was a flash flood coming, and it was Xiaofan who came to tell everyone overnight and asked everyone to run for their lives to avoid the flood?"
"Also, two years ago, the youngest daughter of Lao Liu's family was bitten by a snake. It was Xiao Fan who carried her and ran five or six miles to the town to find a doctor..."
"Have you all forgotten? A year ago, Zhao San, the bully from the neighboring village, came to collect protection money, but he was repelled by Xiaofan. Have you all forgotten? You can't forget. Although Xiaofan usually teases you, what he did
There are more good things and there are many people who helped, how could you just watch him being beaten to death..."
When the villagers heard Aunt Zhao's cry, some of them finally couldn't help but stood up and stopped the little bald people.
"Stop fighting. If you fight again, someone will die."
"Village chief, you are an official, so you shouldn't allow your son to beat someone..."
In the dissuasion of the villagers, the old bald man called them away, but before leaving, the young bald man left a sentence and said: "Chen Huafan, from today on, you do not belong to our village. If you dare to come in again in the future,
We'll beat you until you can't get out."
I wiped the blood on my face and coughed, and the blood in my throat flowed out again. If I hadn't had a strong foundation for the punches and kicks just now, I would probably have to explain it here today.
Aunt Zhao quickly came over and said, "Xiaofan, how are you?"
"Aunt Zhao, I'm fine." I said with difficulty.
"Silly boy, why can't you admit defeat? If you beg for mercy, they won't beat you again..." Aunt Zhao said distressedly.
I smiled bitterly and said, "I can admit defeat for myself, but they hurt you. I can't accept this tone."
"Auntie, it's just a minor injury, nothing wrong."
"Hey, I want to avenge you for your minor injury. Look at that little bald guy, his face is swollen like a pig's head."
Aunt Zhao sighed and said with a complex expression: "Xiaofan, you just have such a strong personality. I know your thoughts. If others are kind to you, you can just give your life to them. Hey."
I helped Aunt Zhao up, glanced at the badly burned coffin behind me, and asked, "By the way, Aunt Zhao, where is Brother Tiger?"
"Two days ago, when the professors didn't come back, the village chief called Ahu over and asked him to lead people down to the cave. But the professors came back the next day, and he hasn't gone back yet. By the way,
Have you seen Ahu?"
I couldn't help but feel nervous and said, "I didn't see Brother Hu."
I was so angry that I punched the ground and said, "This old bald man is really a bastard. He didn't count the harm he did to me. He also harmed Brother Tiger."
I know how dangerous that cave is. Once you get to the bottom, you will definitely die. Brother Tiger may be in danger if he goes down.
Aunt Zhao couldn't help but wiped her tears with worry and said: "When I saw you didn't come back, I asked Ahu to go down to find you. I hope Ahu is okay..."
"Yes, Brother Hu is such an honest person, God will definitely bless him. Don't worry, aunt, if he doesn't come back tomorrow, I will go back to find him..."
Brother Hu is an honest man, and I really don't trust him if he goes down. But now that I'm covered in injuries, I can only find a place to rest outside the village.
I asked Aunt Zhao to go back and get me some wine and medicine, and then I dragged the thin-skinned coffin to a broken house not far from the entrance of the village, where I rested.
When Aunt Zhao came out with the food again, it was already late at night. I asked Aunt Zhao to clean the wound, put on clean clothes, and then asked Aunt Zhao to go back, but Aunt Zhao refused to leave no matter what.
Waiting here for her son to come back.
As a last resort, I had no choice but to agree to Aunt Zhao. She was already pitiful, her eyes were almost blind, and she was old. She only had such a son. I couldn't say anything to make her give her white hair to a black one. I made up my mind.
I will go down to the cave early tomorrow morning to look for Ahu...
I asked Aunt Zhao how many people came back two days ago. Aunt Zhao said there were three, two men and one woman. But because all three were injured, they only stayed for one day and then left the village, saying they were going to see a doctor.
However, one of the young men left a note, saying that if Aunt Zhao saw me, she would give it to me.
I opened the note and looked at it, and there was a scrawled handwriting on it: "Old Tie, if you are still alive, come here to find a man named Wang Baiwan. This is the address..."
There was no doubt that the note was left by Zhou Xiaoshe. I glanced at the address and then put the note away; this kid must have been injured, otherwise he wouldn't have left in such a hurry.
A few minutes later, after comforting Aunt Zhao, I opened the half-burned thin-skinned coffin.
Not to mention the quality of the coffin, the outer layer of skin was burnt, but there was nothing wrong inside.
I thought about how I had seen so many thin-skinned coffins in the underground river deep in the cave, but only the middle one was missing. Now I saw that the most important thin-skinned coffin might be the one under my feet.
This bite.
"My bastard dad is so useless that he can bring this coffin back there. There must be something mysterious here."
I hesitated for a moment, and then started to take apart the thin-skinned coffin piece by piece.
About ten minutes later, I dismantled all the thin-skinned coffins, and in the lower left corner, I suddenly saw a letter and a rag.
I picked up the rag, but when I took a closer look, I was suddenly startled.
I saw a yellowing human skin map wrapped in this rag...
[Author's digression]: Thanks to Feng Wuhen Tears Like a Blade, Fuck Nima, Laser Rain, Little Sweetheart, and Little Ling'er for their rewards. Book friends who want to make guest appearances can also leave messages in the book review area. I will do so if there is a suitable opportunity.
Appearance...Also, the new book has 100,000 words. I hope everyone can save it. I went home for the funeral a few days ago and the update was a little slow. Today I will resume the update. Guarantee 2 and strive for 3. Guarantee 2 updates every day and strive for three updates!