In the past, when older brothers and younger brothers were in danger, Fang Heng, holding a long stick, was like a savior descending from heaven, killing everyone.
For the first time, he himself became a target.
Four bright sharp blades came from all directions, shining with a dazzling light at noon. It was very much like the second uncle and the second aunt in the Fang family in Fengjing, who brutally forced their mother and son.
"Hand it over or not?"
"No one can survive unless you hand it over!"
Fang Heng was stunned for a moment, and his retreating movement became slower. The man on the far left pierced his arm with a sword.
"Third brother..." Jiang Sheng's shrill cry sounded in the alley.
She was about to throw herself out of the car in a hurry, but was held down by Zheng Ruqian and Xu Mo. She could only cry loudly, "Third brother, do you feel any pain? Please don't hit my third brother."
"Third brother, hold on." Xu Mo, a talented scholar, shouted at the top of his lungs for the first time.
Fang Heng finally came out of the trance of memories. He touched the fleshy wound on his left arm and smelled the blood. A flash of redness filled his eyes.
Why did they force him like this, kill his parents, rob his property, and even take his life?
There is no such thing as killing them all.
It's too much, it's too much!
He pulled out the long stick from behind and turned his right wrist quickly. The long stick spun like a wheel, blocking the remaining three sharp blades.
After three "ding-ding-dong" sounds, the long stick was chopped in half.
After all, it is made of wood, which is incomparable to a sharp blade made of fine iron.
But at this moment, with his brother, brother and sister standing behind him, Fang Heng had no way to retreat.
His eyes were scarlet, and the injury on his left arm seemed as if it didn't exist. The broken long stick moved up and down rapidly in his hand, and the split wood became the most vicious killing weapon.
Although two fists were no match for four hands, and although there were wounds all over his body, when the hatred in his heart was mixed with the despair of having nowhere to escape, Fang Heng instead exploded with even more powerful skills than before.
He attacked almost desperately, even if he was stabbed one after another, as long as he didn't die, as long as the blood was not shed, he would kill the opponent.
Don't run away, let's go to hell together.
Several experienced killers were frightened, and they were secretly glad that they had more people, otherwise they would not be able to fight alone.
But procrastinating like this is not an option. The city's security is strict. Although there are few people in this alley, the sound of fighting is too loud. The little girl's cries are even louder, which will definitely attract people.
What a coincidence.
Several killers were just about to use their special moves when someone passed by the alley and was startled, "Come here, sir, someone is beating a child here."
The killer frowned and did not dare to stop. He stabbed Fang Heng in the abdomen, jumped up the wall, and climbed away.
"Third brother."
"The third child."
The children all rushed over and surrounded Fang Heng, who was holding a stick in one hand.
"Third brother, they left, don't worry, none of us were injured." Jiang Sheng burst into tears, "But you lost a lot of blood, a lot of blood."
Only then did Fang Heng let out a sigh of relief, and his body, which had always been strong, slowly fell backwards.
Zheng Ruqian and Xu Mo made flesh pads to catch him. Wen Zhiyun was still dazed when Chang Yan grabbed his arm and said, "Fourth brother, hurry up, little medicine box."
Thanks to the doctor's habit of never leaving his body wherever he goes.
Wen Zhiyun rushed to the carriage with tears in her eyes, pulled out the small medicine box, and with a shaking hand took out the gold sore medicine, tourniquet, gauze, and silver needle.
When the Fucheng government officials rushed over, they saw a group of children gathered in a circle. Among them was a thin and frail child, tearfully treating another child covered in blood.
"What happened?" they asked.
Xu Mo raised his head and managed to stay calm, "Sir, we are under attack."
"Xu Xu?" The leading yamen officer recognized them, "What's going on? Are they enemies?"
Xu Mo shook his head to express that he was not sure. He also recognized that the person who asked the question was none other than Yuan Yamen, who had followed the Anshui County Sheriff to Xieyang County.
"Killing someone in the street is too much."
Yuan Yamen left two Yamen here to protect him, and he hurried back to the Yamen to report the matter to the county governor and deal with it severely.
On the way, he was kind enough to stop by the hospital.
By the time the trembling old doctor found the alley, the bandaging had come to an end.
Although Wen Zhiyun was shocked and frightened at first, when he really touched the open wound and saw the gurgling blood, he quickly got into the mood, cleaned the wound, spread the powder, and bandaged it, all in an orderly manner.
Even the old doctor couldn't find anything wrong with him. He stood beside him for a long time and sighed that his future life was terrible.
Went back to the hospital.
Finally, Wen Zhiyun stopped.
Fang Heng was wrapped into a white rice dumpling.
"Fourth brother, third brother, is he okay? Will he die? He has lost a lot of blood, will it drain out?" Jiang Sheng asked whimpering.
Wen Zhiyun shook his head.
"They are all traumatic injuries. There is a lot of blood and they need to be replenished. During this period of time, they need to be well taken care of." He imitated Dr. Wu and estimated the speed of wound healing. "It will take about more than a month."
It’s okay if you don’t die, it’s fine if you don’t die.
Including Jiang Sheng, the other children all breathed a sigh of relief.
Not long after the meeting, the county governor, his master, Yuan Yamen and others rushed over in a mighty manner.
Seeing Fang Heng, who was covered in gauze, he frowned and shouted almost immediately, "How dare you commit murder in our Anshui County? Go to the city gate to conduct a strict investigation immediately. Don't let them escape."
"Yes." Yuan Yamen took the order and left.
The master sighed and stepped forward with a pen and paper, "I want to record this case, the name of the injured, his place of origin, his age, and whether he is related to the perpetrator."
All the children fell silent for a moment.
Everything else is easy to explain, but this place of origin is really hard to explain.
To be precise, except for Xu Mo and Wen Zhiyun, the other four are all undercover, or they cannot explain themselves.
But if you don’t provide your household registration, you won’t be able to file a case.
Xu Mo could only think carefully and said, "Sir, these brothers and sisters of mine are all beggars, without father or mother."
Naturally, he has no place of origin.
The Sheriff frowned.
There were many girls in the Dayu Dynasty who were abandoned at birth, or escaped and had no place of origin. This situation with boys was rare.
However, Xu Mo was a scholar and a serial killer, so the county magistrate liked him very much and always wanted to give him a bit of a thumbs-down.
"Then let's record it as a surname from Xieyang County." He turned around and explained, "The ten-year household registration census must be prepared as soon as possible. I don't know how many homeless children have increased in the entire Anshui County in the past ten years. All of them must be counted."
The master nodded, and as if he were inspired to write, he recorded the case in the government office book.
After several interrogations, the murderer's characteristics and escape direction were confirmed.
In the end, Yuan Yamen was left to escort them home to prevent further mishaps.
The former hairpin courtyard.
Zhang Qiquan and Liu Cui are studying how to make bacon, ensuring that they are the first to learn it before they can teach it to the workers.
Zhang Xianglian saw the situation and started to help.
Suddenly there was a sound of parking outside.
"He must be back from buying meat." Zhang Qiquan washed his hands and limped over.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Fang Heng, whose whole body was wrapped in gauze strips, and several other children who were uninjured but still embarrassed.
