"Okay, okay, if you don't believe me, forget it, I'll leave first." Seeing Ma Ningshuang doing well, I wanted to turn around and go out, but then turned to look at Ma Ningshuang again.
But Sun Yang couldn't hold back his temper at this time and cursed: "How dare you look! I don't want to hit someone in front of Ma Ningshuang!"
"Young man, why are you so rude at such a young age? I don't want to teach you a lesson for your mother!" I suppressed the anger in my heart, glanced at Ma Ningshuang, stood up, and saw a few moles on Sun Yang's mouth.
The hair on the root moves up and down as his mouth opens and closes.
"You still look at it, I have to dig out your dog eyes!"
The more I watched, the angrier I became, and I cursed: "You bastard!"
Who knew that the boy's face suddenly changed color after hearing this, he rolled up his arms and sleeves, and cursed back: "I have practiced iron cloth shirt in Songshan Mountain, practiced Tai Chi in Wudang, danced swords in Emei, Huashan..."
He patted his chest and said, "I also go to practice often!" After saying that, he put on a posture and was extremely arrogant.
"It seems that if I don't teach you a lesson today, you don't know how high the sky is!" I really couldn't stand the arrogance of this little bastard, so I punched him straight in the face.
He probably didn't expect that I would suddenly get angry. He opened his mouth slightly, punched me hard, and fell to the ground rolling.
I shook my head, seeing that this kid was just like that, and said: "I have bragging twice, but I still need to practice my kung fu."
I rubbed my hands and was about to go out, but I didn't see Shui Xiaoliu at the door. When I looked at the door, there were men with sharp knives standing there. Before I could see clearly, someone jumped out: "Haha, it's so big.
How brave! I want to see how capable you are of escaping from this trap!"
I looked closely and saw that it was Zhang Zhifang, the Guangdong helmsman who had been shot and fell to the ground. Surrounded by vicious men, I was surrounded as if I were facing a formidable enemy. Shui Xiaoliu disappeared at every critical moment.
Traces.
But what surprised me even more was that after I clearly saw Zhang Zhifang being shot and falling to the ground, how could he suddenly appear in Qijueling?
"Boy, I, Zhang Zhifang, am also the leader of a rudder. You really can't do anything to me when you find those two stinky fish and shrimps! But you are really courageous. I will dig it out in a while and see how much it weighs!
"Zhang Zhifang gritted his teeth and retreated into the crowd.
I knew it was useless to struggle, so I stood there and watched them tie me up, but everyone was timid, afraid that I would suddenly use some incredible magic.
The crowd divided into two sides, and two men in heavy armor dragged me along. Shui Xiaoliu, who could not see far away, was clutching his chest and struggling in a large net. He was obviously seriously injured. Looking at his heart
The arrow knew it was being plotted.
Qiu Chengliang stood next to Shui Xiaoliu, holding a sleeve arrow and smiling sinisterly at me with narrowed eyes. Ma Ningshuang's roar and Sun Yang's curses came from the back room.
I didn't know where these people were taking me. I just felt like my heart was in a state of confusion, and it was wrapped in a cocoon in my brain.
"Go in!" A man kicked me on the waist and kicked me into a dark, narrow concrete room.
I lay on the ground covered with feces and urine and watched a squirrel crawl out from the corner of the wall and then leisurely crawl into the hole at the bottom of the opposite wall.
At this time, my hands and feet had lost all feeling because they were tied so hard that they could not recover blood. I struggled to get up and half-knelt on the ground. A burst of fatigue came over me. I only remembered that it hurt a little when my head hit the ground, and my nose was full of shit and urine.
Stink.
I had a quick thought, and a sharp pain woke me up. I opened my eyes with difficulty, and saw that I was in a small dark room, with a cold iron stool under me, and my hands fixed on the iron armrests by hemp ropes.
, I don’t know which muscle in my body has been moved, and I can’t close my fingers.
A thin needle was inserted into my middle finger, and the pain surged to my heart like fire. This may be the legendary "dragon tendon".
I gritted my teeth and tried not to scream.
"Hehe." Suddenly I heard a burst of evil laughter coming from behind.
A dark shadow blocked the flickering candlelight, it was Zhang Zhifang.
He glanced at me and smacked his teeth: "That Shui Xiaoliu'er is quite stubborn. Please tell me where King Ginseng is.
I can make you suffer less."
Zhang Zhifang smiled sinisterly and slowly took out a relatively thick needle from the disk on the wooden table in the room.
"I've tried this needle and tempered it. It won't hurt your fingers, let alone kill you. But if you can't bear the pain and bite your tongue to commit suicide, don't sue me for murder."
After Zhang Zhifang finished speaking, he slowly walked towards me.
My eyes almost popped out of pain. The more I looked at him, the angrier I became. I praised him a lot and spat it on his face.
Zhang Zhifang shook his head, threw away the silver needle in his hand, walked up to me in two steps, and gave me a big slap in the face. My ears buzzed, and stars appeared in front of my eyes.
"Where is King Ginseng?" Zhang Zhifang couldn't bear his temper, pinched my cheek with one hand and said in a vicious voice.
I knew he wanted ginseng king, but I had chewed up the ginseng king a long time ago and stuck it on the old Taoist's butt. Now it seems that ginseng king is not as beneficial to me as a big radish. Zhang Zhifang spent a lot of money
The reason for catching us so hard is just to get the ginseng king and become the boss of the villa.
I don't know how much power the chief rudder has, but I have a vague feeling that there should be someone higher than the chief rudder, and the chief rudder of the villa has some unknown special powers.
As for what kind of power it is, I don't know, but since I saw the murals in the tomb passage, I feel that this villa is not simple.
At the same time, a bigger doubt lingers in my mind - that is the relationship between the mysterious man and Hengda Shouzhuang. At first I thought it was him and Ma Di who were in cahoots, but now it seems that there is a bigger secret behind Hengda Shouzhuang.
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When Zhang Zhifang saw that I didn't answer, his face turned the color of pig liver with anger. He gritted his teeth, turned around, overturned the wooden table, and roared loudly. However, it was obvious that the violent action just now affected the wound, so he secretly gritted his teeth and grinned. He leaned back and relaxed.
He took a breath, as if he was making some important decision, and then waved his hand and ordered his men to send me back.
I saw a burly man walking up to me, grabbing the silver needle on my middle finger, and slowly spinning it in a circle. I felt dizzy, and every hair on my body stood up, and the heartbreaking pain once again took over.
Physically and mentally, as soon as his vision went dark, he fainted.
I opened my eyes with difficulty and saw that there was no restraint on my body. I sat up and looked around, and I was back in the stone room again.
There was no stinking smell, and there were piles of straw on the ground. Through the narrow iron windows, wisps of light fell from the gaps. Listening to the chirping of birds outside, I sighed softly.
"Young man, be more energetic."
I was startled by the sudden sound and my heart was beating fast. I quickly turned my head and looked towards the dark corner.
I saw a middle-aged man with disheveled hair sitting there calmly.
"Who are you?"
"I'm just like you, a person waiting to die. But I've been waiting for two years, and I still have to wait a few months. You're almost there. This month is the time for the villa's grand festival. You can't even kill the chickens. After these few days, it will be your turn."
it's your turn."
I was confused when I heard this. It didn't look like this man was crazy and stupid. Why was he waiting so calmly for death?
"how do you know?"
"I grew up with Zhang Zhifang. We watched the older girls take a bath together and helped the old man cook medicine together. But I didn't expect that he would change his temper. I know his little little thing best. If I starve you for three days, I will still get it from you.
If you don't get what he wants, I'll starve you to death."
After the man finished speaking, he grabbed a handful on the ground, stuffed a cockroach into his mouth, and swallowed it with difficulty.
After listening to this, I felt a lot more enlightened. As long as I was not given the punishment of subduing the dragon or subduing the tiger, it would be okay to starve to death.
"Then why aren't you dead?" I looked at the man in confusion.
"Hey, it's been too long, he might have forgotten me..."
He was about to continue speaking when suddenly his eyes lit up and he grabbed the corner.
He caught a big mouse. He played with the mouse in his hand and gently stroked the mouse's hair. The mouse neither hissed nor struggled in his hand, and quietly let him stroke it.
But suddenly he heard the mouse whine and was crushed to death in his hand.
The mouse hair was plucked out one by one.
After reading this, my stomach churned. No wonder he said he had a few more months to live. These rats and cockroaches would really starve to death if he wiped them out. I would rather live a few days shorter than eat that big rat.
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After a while, the man plucked the mouse hair cleanly, tore it open, took out the internal organs, and handed half of it to me: "Don't be hungry. These mice grew up eating grain. Their meat is tender and non-toxic."
I grinned and said no, seeing how pitiful he looked, I don’t know how he offended Zhang Zhifang, even a naked baby could do this.
"When you fell to the ground, why did you offend Zhang Zhifang and let him do such a cruel thing to you?" I looked at the man in confusion.
The man wiped the blood from his mouth, looked at the roof of the room, and said slowly: "It's a long story, but I don't know where to start!"
When I got close to the man, I discovered that his feet had been chopped off, leaving only the big, polished bones of his stick. Looking at his sad expression when he mentioned Zhang Zhifang, it goes without saying that I knew how much suffering he had endured.
I listened to the old man talking nonsense, sometimes marveling at it, sometimes sighing. In his story, there are two protagonists, who have been good brothers since childhood. The older one is called Lu Jianxiang, and the shorter one is called Zhao Jianxing.
A child heard the crackling of firecrackers outside the door and ran out screaming. Someone's New Year pig was squealing and the braised sauerkraut was as greedy as vermicelli.
Zhao Jianxing was tumbling over the pile of firecrackers with his hands, picked up an unburned red bamboo, and waved excitedly to Lu Jianxiang. Lu Jianxiang picked up a glass bottle from somewhere, lit the firecracker, and threw it into the bottle.
The two covered their ears and waited for the explosion of the annual rings.
The two children had changed into several new sets of clothes, last year's shoes were a little tight, and the old man's lies could not stop them from growing so tall.
My father would never take a chicken out of his crotch and eat it again. Grandpa’s stubble was no longer a weapon for killing people. Erya in the village made the two of them mess around behind their backs countless times.
Zhao Jianxing, who put down his bamboo basket and was picking up cow dung, told Lu Jianxiang that he wanted to marry Xiaonan from the village. Lu Jianxiang was stunned and said that she was beautiful, but not as good as Hongxia.
Sunrise and sunset, Populus euphratica on both sides of the road looked at the two children who had been as close as brothers for more than ten years, and bent over in boredom. The two teenagers also had enough corn noodles. The two were discussing ways to make a fortune.
.Zhao Jianxing said that there was a ruined temple on the hillside of his hometown. His grandfather said that there were many treasures in it, but at night he could always hear female ghosts crying.
Lu Jianxiang was a little reluctant. He had been afraid of those ghosts and gods since he was a child. He heard that he could see things floating in the temple in broad daylight, and he might be a powerful toy.
"You're afraid of the ball. I think you've been frightened by the lies told by Wu Laizi since you were a child. If we really find a treasure, we will go to the big city. What development will there be in the village?" Zhao Jianxing raised his eyebrows and said to Lu Jianxiang.
"If there really is something to play with, you don't need to develop it. The place is remote and the ruined temple looks to be old. What kind of treasure can it have?" Lu Jianxiang said to Zhao Jianxing in a low voice.
But Zhao Jianxing didn't listen.
That night, he took Lu Jianxiang and went straight to the dilapidated temple on the edge of his house. He couldn't name the temple. Wu Laizi heard that it was the Dragon King Temple, and some said it was the Mountain Temple. There were different opinions, but so
I haven't seen any incense in years.
The two looked at Wusuli at the foot of the mountain. A brightly lit passenger ship carried Lao Maozi slowly downstream. However, the cornfield by the river of Zhao Jianxing's home was flooded for two years after being planted for three years.
, it all depends on God’s face.
Zhao Jianxing turned around and walked to the courtyard gate, pushed it gently, and found that the courtyard door outside the temple was locked. He wanted to climb the wall, but found that the courtyard wall was extremely high. He ordered Lu Jianxiang to squat down, and he stepped on Lu Jianxiang's shoulders to climb over.
Climb the courtyard wall.
He smiled at Lu Jianxiang from the top of the wall and told Lu Jianxiang to wait outside until he found half of the treasure.
But at this moment, Lu Jianxiang had no intention of worrying about the treasure. Seeing the roar of the river wind, he shuddered.
Chapter completed!