The sky had turned red at this time, many clouds were burning, and even the big trees on the mountains turned a bloody color. I don’t know what happened, but the rocks on the mountain cried one after another when faced with this terrible scene. Although the sound was low, it was really audible.
The river has dried up, and the dragon jumps and prances from time to time, making low groaning sounds. It spits out flames in anger from time to time. The mountains far and near are burning, which once made the drought worse. Faced with such a situation, no one would blame Long, nor would they say anything bad about God. The only thing that could be blamed at this time was the existence of Shaoqiu.
If there was no Shaoqiu in the world, then the drought would definitely be completely alleviated, and there might even be a heavy rain, and the river would return to its former glory. Now this is the only way to deal with the drought. Who told Shaoqiu to study? In the eyes of the people in the deserted village, this study is just some spells like curses. On weekdays, it would be fine if nothing happened, but at this time, life could no longer go on, but Shaoqiu still wanted to curse, how could the people in the deserted village not settle accounts with him!
At this critical moment, the deserted villages were in panic, and people fled their homes one after another. Many people even gave up their cattle and took only some soft things with them on the road. I don't know when the robbers will come again. They will kill everyone they see in the deserted village. They will kill as many as they can. If they don't kill these people, they will drink up the remaining water in the river. What will I drink then?
The robbers were not unaware of the raging fire coming out of the mountain, so they went up the mountain and were sure to kill all the people in the deserted village. The smaller the number of people, the less water the river would lose. If it weren't for the drought, who would want to kill people? It doesn't matter so much at this time. If I had to kill some people, I would die of thirst.
On the mountain, people kept busy, and Shaoqiu had already been tied up. Someone lit firewood, and the fire kept spreading. Soon, Shaoqiu would no longer exist. At this time, Xiaohua also stayed at the scene. Faced with all this, she was helpless and could not help. She just sent a handful of flowers to Shaoqiu. On the Huangquan Road, with these flowers to accompany her, Shaoqiu would not be too lonely.
"Wait a minute, I want to chop him and let out some blood. It is said that this blood can ward off evil spirits." Someone came up with a knife. Maybe there were a lot of strange things happening in his family these days, and he happened to be killed. This He wanted to get some blood on Shaoqiu.
Other people also felt the same way, and rushed forward with knives in hand. Some people's knives were even quite dirty, with shit on them and rust on them. If this was cut with a knife, would the wound turn into tetanus? For this reason, Shaoqiu struggled hard and could not let others chop him down like this. It was too unhygienic!
At this time, more people didn't want to kill him, but they hit his body with wooden sticks from time to time. The area where the stick was hit was swollen and painful, and there were even signs of bleeding. At this moment, someone at the foot of the mountain kept shouting, "Something bad has happened. The robbers have entered the village again. Everyone, run away."
After hearing this, people did not dare to stay on the mountain. At this time, regardless of Shaoqiu's life or death, they no longer beat him, let alone chopped him. People have to leave this place quickly, otherwise, if the robbers catch them, they will eat meat and drink blood. Can people not be afraid?
Seeing people leaving, Shaoqiu was the only one left on the mountain for a while. He was tied to a wooden stake and couldn't move. If he didn't leave here, would he still be alive when the robbers came? Xiaohua was accompanying him at this time. Seeing this situation, she ignored Huabo's scoldings and came to Shaoqiu's side. She quietly untied the ropes tied to her body and even had a fight with Huabo for this.
After Xiaohua took off the rope from Shaoqiu, she stopped staying with him for a while and ran away with her father. "Don't follow me, follow him. Really, he's such a loser!" Uncle Hua said when he saw Xiaohua following him.
Xiaohua remained silent. Although her father was scolding her, she never regretted her actions. It was great for her to be able to save Shaoqiu. When Shaoqiu woke up at this time, he found that he was staying in this mountain, and a terrifying figure appeared for no reason not far away. This man had a big knife on his back, and his eyes were constantly spurting blood. That man was not a robber. Who is it?
I want to run for a moment, but my legs are already limp and I don’t have any strength. How can I run and where should I run? He had no choice but to sit on the mountain, looking as if he was dying for a while, almost as close to death as possible. The robber glanced at Shaoqiu and saw that his life was short, so why bother to chop him down? If he gave him water at this time, he might not be able to drink it anymore. The robbers let Shaoqiu go and continued to search for people's traces along the rugged mountain road. At this time, if they didn't kill all the people in the deserted village and drank up all the water in the river, what else would they drink?
People left Shaoqiu on the mountain mostly to let him cover for themselves. Otherwise, why not chop him before leaving to satisfy their hatred? Wouldn't it be better to borrow the robber's hand to kill him then? My own hands would be free of blood and the matter would be solved. How perfect!
But people didn't know that this bandit didn't want to kill Shaoqiu. If they had known that, they wouldn't have even asked him to cover for themselves, and just killed him with one knife! At this time, Shaoqiu was alone on the mountain. People didn't know where to hide. Facing this unprecedented robber alone, he felt a little scared. So he walked on the mountain with one step higher and one lower step, and sometimes he even fell into a small ditch. If not for the blessing of the gods, he would have been dead.
Shaoqiu returned to his dilapidated house, closed the door, and began to read. The robbers couldn't find the people, so they left the deserted village. Otherwise, if the people got angry, it wouldn't be a joke.
People didn't dare to do anything to Shaoqiu anymore. They felt that he seemed to be blessed by gods. Otherwise, how could they keep him from dying even if they tried to punish him several times? If he wants to study, let him study. Anyway, he will not die if he studies, so why should he be afraid?
But in this drought year, it can be said that there is no harvest in the fields. Only Hua Bo in the deserted village is not afraid, saying that although he does not have the blessing of the gods, the prince will appear in front of his house from time to time and he has no food to eat. Having said that, what else can't you agree to? No, when people cried and even started to eat their own daughters' flesh, only Uncle Hua didn't take it seriously.
For a while, the deserted village was really in a state of chaos, and people were exchanging their children for food. I don’t know when these terrible years will end. The river is still dry, and the dragon crawls into the deserted village from time to time in the dark night, constantly cursing his mother. When hearing this dragon cursing his mother, people are even more frightened beyond words. Although people haven't scolded their mothers by the river for a long time, Long's memory is extraordinary, and it seems that he will never forget those words that made his heart beat.
Then he took advantage of the darkness and quietly crawled into the deserted village, cursing his mother softly. Of course, the dragon is not really angry. No, as a dragon, what kind of things have you not experienced and what things have you not seen? But why does it keep scolding you? No, it is not scolding, but talking about love. But as such a foreign object, who would want to fall in love with it?
