"It's a little cold, don't move." The old woman warned.
Wu Xi nodded and watched the old woman wiping the plaster on himself. It has been like this for several days, and I heard from the old woman that this is a secret recipe passed down from generation to generation in their family, and it has a miraculous effect on removing scars.
"Well, okay, it takes half an hour to wash it off, you know? I've said it so many times, but you get anxious every time."
Wu Xi scratched his hair with one hand and smiled sheepishly at the old woman. You can't blame me. This cool feeling is really strange.
The old man was half lying on the bed, holding a wine bottle in one hand and pouring a sip. He looked at the old woman clearing the dishes, and then looked at Wu Xi, who had a quarter of his face covered with plaster. He smiled and realized It's a little blurry.
Suddenly, there was a noise outside the door. The old woman frowned and walked outside to see what happened. The old man also opened his eyes in confusion and sat up straight.
The old woman opened the door, leaned out and looked around.
"Ta, ta, ta..."
Wu Xi watched in disbelief as a big knife penetrated the old woman's body, and dark red blood dripped down the tip of the knife and dripped to the ground under the light of the fire.
"Plop."
The big knife was withdrawn, and the old woman was kicked to the ground. She turned over with difficulty and walked toward the house: "Wuxi, old man..."
"Damn, you're not dead yet?" As he said that, the man stabbed the old woman several more times.
The old woman's slightly raised hand fell, raising a trace of dust.
When Wu Xi saw this, he put his head in his hands and opened his mouth, trembling all over and making a whimpering sound.
The old man picked up the ax used for chopping firewood next to the bed, walked to Wu Xi, protected him behind him, glared at the man at the door, and shouted: "Who are you? What do you want to do? Be careful, I will be rude to you!" "
The man looked at the slightly stooped old man jokingly and laughed out loud: "Hahaha, who did I think he was? He was so rude to me. Why are you here? Come on."
As he spoke, he walked up to the old man and put his neck close to his.
"Yo yo yo, there is a scared kid in the back, hahahaha. Look, I killed his mother and frightened him out of his wits. He is holding his head, hahahaha." The man pointed. Wu Xi, who was behind the old man, turned around and said to the two people beside him.
"Hahaha."
"Hahaha."
"Hurry back, or I'll fight you." The old man held the ax and waved it randomly in front of him.
When the old man saw the leader taking a few steps back, he turned around and hugged Wu Xi, trying his best to suppress his trembling voice: "My child, don't be afraid, I will protect you. It's okay. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
"look......."
"What are you looking at? Get out of here!" Another person walked in outside the room and kicked the person who had just led him away. This man has a scar on his face that extends from his eyebrows to his mouth, which is shocking.
The person who was kicked away was about to get angry, but when he turned around and saw Scarface, he immediately smiled with a smile on his face: "Hey, boss, I still haven't noticed the young girls, they are all mothers and old men."
Scarface nodded, looked around the room, and saw a wine gourd. He ignored Wu Xi and the two, walked to the bed and sat down, grabbed the gourd, and shook it in his ear: "I didn't expect that now We can still drink wine in our situation, hahaha, not bad, not bad.”
"Boss, hehe, we also want to have a taste. See if you can leave some for us." The man who was kicked rubbed his hands and looked at the scarred face with a flattering look.
Scarface frowned, raised his head and took another sip before throwing the gourd to them.
"Thank you, boss, thank you, boss."
"Child, don't be afraid. You hold this ax. I will hold them back for a while. You can just split the wall and get on your horse and run away. This wall only has a thin layer of wood, which is easy to split. Listen carefully. Are you ready?" The old man hugged Wu Xi and whispered in his ear. Seeing that Wu Xi didn't respond at all, he touched his head and comforted him: "My child, don't be afraid. I'm here, don't be afraid... ..."
Wiping his mouth, he stood up, raised his right hand, and looked at Wu Xi and the two of them: "In this remote mountainous area, only this little wine is interesting."
The other person handed the big knife to Scarface's hand knowingly and stepped back.
"Run!" The old man saw the moment when Scarface had not yet grasped the knife firmly, and suddenly stood up and rushed towards Scarface.
However, Scarface was a tall man with tight muscles. He only staggered back half a step and then stood firm. He held the big knife tightly and looked down at the old man with a joking smile.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the old man immediately lifted the hanging kettle with his left hand and poured the boiling hot water in the kettle onto everyone in front of him.
The crowd retreated and dodged.
"You bitch, let me chop you a few more times." Although only a little bit splashed on Scarface's arm, the burning pain still made him angry.
"Boss, are you okay, boss."
"What can happen to me? Just stand by and watch how I killed this old man." As he spoke, Scarface picked up the big knife and slashed at the old man.
The old man closed his eyes and waited for death to come. Instead of being afraid, he laughed loudly, thinking, the child should have run away. I am sorry that I left you here and harmed you. Old lady, I'm coming down to accompany you.
A heartbreaking pain hit him from his left arm. He was not dead? The old man opened his eyes in shock and looked at his left arm. The big knife cut off a large piece of meat along the arm bone. The blood flowed unbridled and the white bones were clearly visible.
"You want to die so easily? What did I say just now? I said I would chop you more times." Scarface laughed when the old man saw him, and the anger in his heart became even more intense.
Another blow, this one directly cut off the old man's left leg, and the old man collapsed to the ground. With the next cut, all five fingers of the right hand were cut.
Knife after knife, Scarface kept torturing the old man: "You scream, why don't you scream? Why are you still laughing? Hurry up and scream!"
The old man never said a word. The longer you torture me, the greater the chance Wu Xi will escape. Anyway, the old woman is dead, and I have had enough! The more he thought about it, the more openly the old man smiled.
Seeing the old man's expression, Scarface became furious and slashed at the old man's neck: "You're not going to scream, are you? I'll send you to see the King of Hell right now!"
It's finally coming to an end, let me take one last look at that child, even if it's just a back view. The old man thought and turned his head hard.
But he saw Wu Xi still squatting in the corner with his head covered, the ax leaning against his feet.
"Hahaha, look at that kid, he's almost completely frightened."
"Hahaha. Even so, I don't know if he peed his pants."
"Ha ha ha ha."
"Dong, dong dong~"
The old man's head slipped from his neck and rolled to the edge of the bed. Scarface licked away the blood on his mouth and looked at Xie Le.
"It's okay, kid. You are already very brave. It was me who hurt you by leaving you here. I'm sorry..."
The old man's last words before his death echoed in Wu Xi's ears. A familiar squeezing feeling spread from Wu Xi's chest to his brain, and he gasped for air with his mouth wide open.
Scarface shook his hand, shook off the excess blood on the blade, and walked towards Wu Xi with a grin.
"Kill him, and we'll leave quickly. We'll earn it if we can hide for a while longer."
"The boss is wise."
"The boss is wise."
The broadsword slashed towards Wu Xi's head with a sound of breaking through the air...
.........
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Wu Xi roared loudly and painfully.
An invisible wave burst out from his body!
"Bang." The big knife flew out of Scarface's hand. Scarface also collapsed on the ground. The robbers who were a little further away were also knocked back a few steps.
"Illusion?" From somewhere, the old man with a Chinese-style face opened his eyes, and then closed them again in confusion after a while.
Everyone looked at Wu Xi with an incredulous expression, wondering what had just happened. Wu Xi picked up the ax at his feet and stood up, looking at everyone in turn.
When his eyes met Wu Xi's, Scarface could not help but shudder and stood up in a hurry.
The moment he stood up, an ax flew towards his head quickly. Fear amplified infinitely in my heart, and my body shook violently in fear.
Unexpectedly, he accidentally dodged the flying ax and did not let it hit the vital point, but it still added a new scar on his face.
"Little, little ones, don't be afraid, he's only one person, let's go up and take him down together." Scarface's voice was trembling.
"Yes, he is alone. Come with me, kids." After realizing that Wu Xi was indeed alone, Scarface regained his confidence.
"Yes, let's go together."
"Come on!"
"What the hell!"
Four or five people rushed over together.
"Bang!" The wooden bed collapsed, Wu Xi kicked hard, and shot out like an arrow from a bow. He came to Scarface's body at once, and the next second, he punched Scarface hard in the chest.
Scarface immediately flew out like a kite with a broken string, bumped into several people who were about to rush behind him, and flew out the door together.
Before they could react, Wu Xi picked up the big knife on the ground with another violent step and came to them.
A kick hit Scarface's abdomen and kicked him away. Then he raised the knife and dropped it. As a result, the little guy's body was separated and his breath was gone.
Scarface, rolled on the ground for weeks until he hit a house. He struggled to get up, but at most he could only half-sit up against the wall.
Seeing Wu Xi getting closer and closer with a big knife, Scarface kicked his legs on the ground, trying to distance himself, but the house behind him didn't move at all.
Wu Xi came to Scarface and squatted down.
"You, what are you going to do?" Scarface asked tremblingly.
Wu Xi didn't answer. He picked up the big knife and wiped it back and forth on his thick left arm.
"Don't, don't, don't kill me, please, let me go and I will work for you!" Scarface looked at the big knife on his left arm in horror, with a cry in his tone.
"Be a cow or a horse? Let you go," Wu Xi said. There was no emotion to be heard in his luck.
"Yes, yes, yes, I will serve you like a cow or a horse." Seeing Wu Xi stop what he was doing, Scarface breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay, okay!" Wu Xi stood up and turned around.
Scarface's heart was completely relieved when he saw this.
"I will do what you did to you. If you are not dead yet, I will let you go."
Wu Xi suddenly reincarnated, and the big knife cut along Scarface's left arm bone, all the way to his five fingers.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
A scream echoed through the valley.
"Did you hear it? It seems to be the boss's voice."
"Really."
"I'll go out and take a look."
With a creak, more than ten people came out one after another from more than a dozen houses. Following the sound, they saw Wuxi.
"Boy, let me go now, you still have a chance to survive, otherwise...hehehe." Scarface then remembered these younger brothers whom he had forgotten due to fear, and returned to his previous domineering attitude.
Wu Xi also looked at the dozen or so people, but the movement of his hand was not slow at all. He slashed at Scarface's left leg with a knife. However, his muscles were strong and he could not be cut in half. Wu Xi immediately raised his hand and struck again without hesitation.
"Ahhhhhh!" Scarface roared in pain again: "What are you still looking at? Save me quickly! Whoever kills him, I will tell him where the money I robbed is hidden!"
Those people were still a little hesitant, but upon hearing this, they immediately rushed towards Wuxi.
Wu Xi inserted the big knife into the soil, stood leaning on it, and looked at the people rushing toward him coldly. The muscles throughout his body trembled slightly, and a sense of exhaustion spread throughout his body.
He was as close as possible.
"Hahaha, why, kid, isn't he quite majestic? Are you scared now?" Scarface saw Wu Xileng standing there and taunted him.
Wu Xi ignored him, holding the handle of the knife with his right hand and slowly stood up straight.
He raised the knife with force with his arm, his eyes flashed coldly, and he stared hard at the robber who was about to rush towards him.
"Hmph, you are not overestimating your own abilities, what do you think..."
Before Scarface could finish speaking, he suddenly saw a big knife flying toward his head, and more and more blades appeared in his pupils.
"You're lucky. I originally wanted to torture you for a while, but now it seems I don't have time." Wu Xi looked at Scarface's body indifferently, and the next moment he knelt down on the ground.
He had no extra strength to support his body, his head drooped weakly, his back turned to the group of bandits, and he closed his eyes.
The sound of the sword breaking through the wind became louder and louder, and the sword wind could be vaguely felt on the neck.
"Haha, I'll stop here." Wu Xi laughed at himself.
"Pfft." The sound of a sharp weapon penetrating flesh and blood.
Wu Xi fell down in response.
