Let's say that after Shaoqiu was brought back from the mountain by Widow Liu, she stayed in the house for a while, not daring to go out. After the lightning strike, she felt exhausted and weak, and she was about to die. If Widow Liu hadn't carried him back, she might have died on the mountain long ago.
People were quite disdainful of the behavior between Widow Liu and Shaoqiu. Passing by the door of her house, they all wanted to spit. Otherwise, if Shaoqiu did this to his woman, What will happen.
At night, Shaoqiu lay in his room. Although he was very sleepy, he did not dare to close his eyes because the people in front of the door were so aggressive that they threatened to kill him. I didn't dare to sleep at this time, for fear that if this group of people broke into my door and stabbed me when I wasn't paying attention, it would be very inappropriate.
Moreover, he is suffering from lung disease at this time. Even if people do harm to him, he will only suffer death and will not be able to fight back. Thinking about this, can it not make people feel scared? If he and Widow Liu hadn't done something shameful on the mountain, why would they have been struck by lightning?
"Bad guy, get out!" People stood in front of Shaoqiu's door, shouting like this. Some even knocked on his door, as if they couldn't come out, which was rude.
"Whatever you shout, just break in." Someone suggested.
Listening to this conversation, Shaoqiu wanted to escape from this place, but he couldn't. It was impossible to escape. There were so many people blocking the door. Even if he could fly, he couldn't escape. The only solution now is to stay in this dilapidated house. For a moment, I don't know what to do. I want to sleep for a while, but I can't. Get up. My whole body is sore and there is no pain at all. How can I climb out if I don't have enough strength?
Someone even threw a stone in, breaking Shaoqiu's desk, while another person broke Shaoqiu's head directly. Through the window, you could see his head bleeding. Some women, after taking one look at it, thought it was too bloody and did not dare to look at it. They slipped out of the crowd and gradually disappeared without knowing where they were.
Shaoqiu was lying in bed at this time. His lung disease was not cured. He was struck by lightning and his skull was smashed. He was almost dead at this time. Because they had not gotten any rest for several days and nights, they coughed up blood again and coughed violently. People were silent for a while, as if they felt that they should not deal with a scholar like this. However, more people were not the same. Love, some people even clapped their hands and applauded.
At this moment, Widow Liu came out and kept urging people not to be so mean. When she saw a man holding a knife and was about to go in and chop people, she grabbed his clothes tightly. Don't let that person in. Seeing Widow Liu's attitude, this confirmed that there was something going on between him and Shaoqiu. Otherwise, why would he have tried so hard to persuade her at this time? Wouldn't he be so protective if he didn't kill her relatives?
In the eyes of people's disdain, Widow Liu gradually left and went home to cook. Because she had been busy for a day and had not eaten at this time, her stomach was growling with hunger. Seeing that people were so unwilling to listen to dissuasion, for a while, this was all they could do.
People believed those rumors even more. This Shaoqiu must have done something shameful with Widow Liu on this mountain. Otherwise, it wouldn't be like this. People were angry, and some even broke down the door of the house. Standing in front of Shaoqiu, they saw that the man could only breathe out, but could not breathe in. He originally wanted to take action, but immediately stopped because this man was already angry. I can't bear any blow.
However, other people did not see it that way, and concluded that the reason why Shaoqiu was like this was because he had done too many immoral things. Then some people kept hitting Shaoqiu, and some people took off their shoes directly. He slapped Shaoqiu on the face, even smashing his shoes, and kept beating him there until he went into shock, and then he fell to the ground and stopped beating.
Some people at that time saw that the man who beat Shaoqiu was in shock. It was obvious that he had used the side too hard and had not eaten much. Otherwise, he would not have reached this stage. At this time, people came forward one after another and offered help. first aid. The man carried Shaoqiu out of his house. Some people in the deserted village did not dare to beat him because they felt that Shaoqiu was protected by gods. Otherwise, why would the beater fall to the ground and become unconscious?
Those who were beating people at that time did not dare to hit. Not only did they not hit, they even gently touched Shaoqiu's body, and some people started to feel itchy. Some gentle women even covered Shaoqiu with a quilt and gave him a bouquet of flowers. Then they left angrily and returned to their own rooms, seemingly never daring to come out again.
Some other people felt that they could not beat the scholar. For a while, they stood in front of his bed, kowtowing to him and begging for his forgiveness. After talking on the phone, he left. He left Shaoqiu's house, swept away the garbage on the ground, clapped his hands, and then went back.
At this moment, the shocked man who had fallen to the ground woke up again. He rushed into Shaoqiu's house without caring about anything, and kept beating Shaoqiu who was lying on the bed, even more brutally than before. , which made some people at the time call it "enjoyable".
"If you fight well, you should fight." Someone commented.
"Fight to death!" said the older people.
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While people were attacking Shaoqiu, a villain quietly left the crowd and walked on the road towards the black bandit's house. Soon after, they arrived at the door of the black bandit's house.
"Hey, brother is here, what's the matter?" the black bandit asked.
"Let's talk after we enter the house." The villain replied.
The black bandit set up a banquet at this time, and the two of them chatted about the past while drinking a small drink. Gradually, they started talking about Shaoqiu.
"Shaoqiu is about to die." The villain said with a slightly red face after drinking for three rounds.
"Really?" The black bandit didn't quite believe it. Wasn't he fine a few days ago? Why was he suddenly about to die?
"Really." said the villain.
"Damn it," the black bandit cursed, "die well."
"Brother, what's wrong with that scholar?" the villain asked.
"That's not true, but my woman liked him before and always spoke well of him. Otherwise, I wouldn't have thought of a way to punish him." The black bandit said the truth after drinking.
"Then why don't you do something to him? Otherwise, if you get over there and get along with your sister-in-law in the underworld, what should you do?" the villain said seriously.
"How to do it?" the black bandit asked.
"Kill him. As long as you kill him, when you get there, I bet that he will run away as soon as he sees my sister-in-law. He will never dare to take advantage of her." The villain said with a smile.
"This..." The black bandit pondered deeply. For a moment, he didn't seem to dare to do this. At this time, he remembered the words of the fortune teller. If he didn't kill someone, he would have to die.
"I'll stop disturbing you and take my leave." After saying this, the villain immediately left the black bandit's house.
At this time, the black bandit wielded a sharp knife. After eating and drinking, he stepped onto the road and slowly came to the door of Shaoqiu's house. There was really a sea of people in this place, and many people kept cursing at their mother. , some even threatened to demolish his house. Shaoqiu didn't say anything. He just stayed in his room silently and read. As a reader, if you don't read for a day, you can't stand it. What's more, Shaoqiu hasn't read a page of the book for several days. .
"The black bandit is coming." Someone said this. After saying this, a way was opened, so that the black bandit stood in front of the scholar.
When the black bandit stood in front of Shaoqiu's house, the knife in his hand was bleeding drop by drop. As for who the blood belonged to, for a moment, he really didn't know. Maybe someone blocked his way on the way here, otherwise, the black bandit wouldn't have killed that person.
Seeing the bloody knife of the black bandit, people dispersed for a while and did not dare to look at it. Otherwise, they might really have nightmares at night. It's better not to look at it.
Shaoqiu was sitting on his desk at this time. As a bookworm, he really didn't listen to what was going on outside the window and only read the books of sages. He didn't even know about the gangster standing quietly in front of his house. When I was tired from studying, I coughed twice, because the lung disease had worsened and had reached the point where it was incurable. It seemed that everything could only be left to God's will. Otherwise, what else could I do?
While I was studying, I found that the door of the house was broken, and someone broke in. He was holding a bloody knife in his hand. Could the person holding the knife be a gangster? The black bandit saw that Shaoqiu was reading, and he might be reciting some spell. He didn't believe it at first, but everyone said so, so he couldn't help but not believe it.
"Damn it, you're still chanting the curse!" Before the black bandit could finish his words, he slashed with his knife, hitting Shaoqiu's head.
When he was about to make the second cut, he found someone in front of the door constantly persuading him, saying that one cut would be enough, otherwise there might be retribution. However, at this time, the black bandit remembered the words of the fortune teller. If he did not kill someone, he would have to die. Otherwise, who would be willing to kill someone?
"I lied to you." Just when he was about to kill Shaoqiu, suddenly, the voice of the fortune teller appeared in his ears.
"What?" The black bandit simply couldn't believe his ears.
"I'm teasing you." The fortune teller said.
The black bandit put down his knife at this time and hurriedly escaped from Shaoqiu's house. After a while, he returned to his own home. "Good fortune plays tricks on people." Before he left, he did not forget to leave these words behind.
Shaoqiu was lying on the bed, shaking constantly. The injury today was so serious that it was almost incurable. At this time, people invited a doctor to treat it with the most expensive medicine. After drinking a bowl of Dushen soup, Shaoqiu gradually After recovering, I knew I was injured and originally wanted to go out to work, but now I had to lie quietly in bed to recuperate.
People gradually dispersed. For a moment, outside the dilapidated house, there was no one around, and no one was around. It seemed that there was only a piece of wind whispering constantly, telling some desolate stories.
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