The sky is slightly brighter, and the stars in the sky have not disappeared.
That family in the village didn't sleep all night. It wasn't until dawn that people rushed back to their homes one after another, hoping to get some sleep.
Dong Qingqiu slept in Zhao Yali's room. The room was elegant and fragrant, making people fall asleep quickly. Dong Qingqiu did not dare to sleep too hard and opened his eyes several times a night.
Li Shou's affairs had kept him from sleeping well. When he opened the door of Zhao Yamo's room, Zhao Yamo was sitting on the bed looking at him.
"Lord Taoist Immortal!"
Dong Qingqiu said "hmm" and motioned for Zhao Yamo to come out with him.
"Take me to see Mr. Li's body."
Zhao Yamo tried her best to open her eyes, which had not fallen asleep all night, walked out of the room and glanced at her sister on the ground, then opened the door and led the way with Dong Qingqiu.
"Master Daoxian, I'm afraid there are wild wolves around at this time." Zhao Yamo said slightly awkwardly
"It doesn't matter!"
Seeing Dong Qingqiu like this, Zhao Yamo could only bite the bullet and lead the way, making every step difficult.
When passing by the entrance of the village, Dong Qingqiu glanced at the big stone placed by the road, which read in block letters - Wushui Village.
The sky was completely bright, and Dong Qingqiu also arrived at the place Zhao Yamo mentioned.
Li Shou's body disappeared, and there was no blood on the ground along the way. There are no traces of wild wolves dragging Li Shou's body here.
Dong Qingqiu glanced calmly at Zhao Yamo, who was standing shivering behind him, and he understood roughly.
I smiled bitterly in my heart and said: How can I trust a person who can even give up on his own sister? It seems that everything must be done by one's own hands, otherwise it would be really ridiculous if it was neglected on trivial matters.
Dong Qingqiu turned around and grabbed Zhao Yamo's neck with his left hand, pinned him to the ground, and asked calmly: "Is Li Shou's body here?"
Zhao Yamo squeezed Dong Qingqiu's hand with her hands and said with difficulty: "I'm afraid I was dragged away by a wolf."
"I can just leave. We are not relatives to begin with. As for your sister's death, it was you who caused it yourself." Dong Qingqiu said nonchalantly.
"I thought it was too far, so I threw Grandpa Li into the well."
Upon hearing this, Dong Qingqiu stepped on Zhao Yamo and drew blood, clapped his hands, turned around and left.
Zhao Yamo clutched her stomach, her legs kept shaking, gritted her teeth, and yelled: "I know you are not a Taoist immortal, but if you are willing to help me take revenge, then you are a Taoist immortal. Now you are injured and you can't walk far. Yes, if I die, you won't survive. It may not matter if your sister is dead, but if you kill Grandpa Li, the people of Wushi Town will not let you go."
Dong Qingqiu turned sideways, the morning mountain wind blowing the hair on his forehead, his tall body stood firm in the cold wind, his face was calm, and he said in a deep voice: "Really? I want to see who can kill me. .”
In the silent mountain forest, the whistling wind blew through every big tree. The big trees with withered yellow leaves are like soldiers in readiness. In the tense and tense atmosphere, they are all ready to attack. The sound of the leaves rustling is like a sword rubbing against a shield.
"You can't kill me." Zhao Yamo looked at him with cold eyes, as if he would kill him the next moment. He swallowed nervously and said hurriedly: "Many people saw Grandpa Li walking with me yesterday. If they If I don’t see Grandpa Li, people from the Huichun Hall will definitely come to my house to look for me. When they find out about my dead sister, they will definitely report it to the police. Grandpa Xu has also seen you. Master Daoxian, you can’t run away."
A leaf fell and slowly fell from Dong Qingqiu's eyes.
Dong Qingqiu played with the small sickle in his hand. Li Shou's ill-fitting clothes made him visibly stooped.
The leaves fell to the ground, and Dong Qingqiu showed a happy smile and laughed out loud: "You are giving me more and more surprises. A small waterless village can actually give birth to a genius like you. I will learn from you." ." He clapped his hands and stared at Zhao Yamo with a smile.
"Master Taoist Immortal, we are now grasshoppers on the same rope, sharing weal and woe." Zhao Yamo added: "In other words, we are the same kind of people."
"You and I are not the same kind of people." Dong Qingqiu clasped his hands, glanced at Zhao Yamo, walked down the mountain, stretched out his hand to catch a maple leaf, "You didn't sleep all night last night, right?"
"Yes." Zhao Ya finally said.
Dong Qingqiu smirked: "If you do something wrong, of course you won't be able to sleep!"
"My sister tastes good, right? If I had known, I would have left my head to you!" Let go of the leaves in your hands and let them fall with the wind.
Zhao Yamo did not get angry after being exposed by Dong Qingqiu, but asked calmly: "Then everything that happened last night was all caused by Master Daoxian?"
"No!"
Dong Qingqiu was not very interested in this matter, so he replied coldly and walked quickly down the mountain on the flat road without looking back.
Zhao Yamo, who looked indifferent just now, froze on the spot. Looking at Dong Qingqiu walking away, his wrist began to hurt. A gust of cold wind blew by, making the hair on my body stand on end, and there was a constant sound of feet stepping on leaves.
"Sister, you are already dead, why bother pretending to be a ghost anymore?"
Zhao Yamo smiled guiltily, not daring to look back, and followed Dong Qingqiu desperately. Let the biting cold wind invade you.
Dong Qingqiu and Zhao Yamo walked on the cold and windy road, as if Zhao Yamo was following behind his sister. The only difference was that Zhao Yamo was shivering from the cold.
Dong Qingqiu walked in front, his eyes becoming more and more murderous. He was actually threatened by a child. If he continued like this, he would be discovered before his injuries recovered. If Zhao Yamo blames everything on herself, it will be a wedding dress for him and he will use it in vain. The condition of his injury is not optimistic either. Li Shou's clothes are too obvious, so now he can only rely on Zhao Yamo, the bastard.
Dong Qingqiu looked at his pus-filled wound and gave Zhao Yamo some money to buy him some suitable warm clothes to prevent the wound from continuing to become inflamed.
When Zhao Yamo was about to open the door and go out, she suddenly turned around and asked, "I will trick Wang Peng into coming when I go out this time. I hope Master Daoxian will make preparations in advance."
Dong Qingqiu said: "You don't need to talk much, just do your own thing!"
Zhao Yamo smiled when he heard this and said, "I also hope that Master Daoxian can also do his own thing well."
Dong Qingqiu nodded with a smile and watched Zhao Yamo leave, who dared to threaten him. He picked up the firewood that was still burning, removed the bandage on the wound, and pressed the firewood onto the wound without hesitation. Wisps of black smoke and the sound of burning flesh instantly emitted.
When the firewood in his hand went out, Dong Qingqiu, who was already sweating profusely, picked up the bandage on the table and bandaged the wound skillfully.
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Wushi Town is particularly weird today.
Many people on the street were whispering.
"Hey! Don't you know that Zhang Dian's son in Wushui Village was killed?"
"Really? What's going on?"
A woman was cracking melon seeds in her mouth, as if she was talking about something casual: "Who knows! In the morning, she and her father went to the fields to dig sweet potatoes to eat, but they didn't come back all day. When they found out in the evening, My grandfather and grandson have long since died."
"That's right, all the flesh on the doll is gone!" another woman who was watching the fun added.
Zhao Yamo held the silver in her hands and walked silently on the road. At this time, a voice rang out: "Broken Shoes Zhao, Mr. Li, did you see it? I heard the guy in the store said that he went out with you yesterday."
A middle-aged man with a big belly and a lot of fat, followed by several servants, surrounding him. It’s Liu Yin’s father, Liu Wancai.
Zhao Yamo smiled flatteringly and said, "How could I know this? Grandpa Li hasn't come back yet?"
"No, the guys at Huichun Hall said they didn't see Mr. Li all night. They said they left with you in the end, so I asked." Liu Wancai put his hands on his waist and two servants supported him.
"Grandpa Li treated his sister yesterday, didn't he come back?" Zhao Yamo asked with a worried look.
Liu Wancai changed the subject and asked with a smile: "Baoxie Zhao, has your sister's Hualiu disease recovered?"
Zhao Yamo was stunned. She grabbed Liu Wanchai's soft sleeve and asked hurriedly: "Mr. Liu, what did you say? Hualiu Bing, my sister?"
The servant on the side reminded: "Sir, the master said that you should avoid bad words, so that your health will be good."
Liu Wancai seemed to be waking up from a dream and quickly waved his hand to drive Zhao Yamo away. He took a bunch of servants and continued to look for Li Shou.
Zhao Yamo felt as if she had been struck by lightning. When did my sister get sick of flowers and willows? Why don't you know? You won't have it yourself, right? Dead people shouldn't be infected, right?
Zhao Yamo seemed to have lost her soul at the moment, wandering on the street.
A fragrant smell suddenly came, and Zhao Yamo looked up in frustration, and saw that there were many children watching. Chirping, while the boss wasn't paying attention, he reached out and touched the braised pork in front of him, sucking the juice on his fingers with satisfaction.
Zhao Yamo felt cruel, walked forward quickly, slapped the money she was going to buy Dong Qingqiu's clothes on the chopping board, and said loudly: "Give me a pound of pig head meat, as long as it is thin, not fat."
He crossed his arms boldly across his chest, not looking at the envious eyes around him.
"Get it!"
The boss chopped up the steaming pork head and wrapped it in oil paper, carefully handed it to Zhao Yamo, and then slowly found the change.
Zhao Yamo, who was waiting for the change, had the steaming, wrapped pig head meat in her hand suddenly taken away.
Zhao Yamo ignored the change and hurriedly turned around and grabbed her own pig's head meat. What she saw was a familiar figure.
"Zhao Yamo, your sister was busy last night, wasn't she? She actually had money to buy you pig head meat?"
Zhao Yamo quickly let go of his hand, like a puppy meeting an acquaintance, surrounding him, and said to please: "Boss Wang Peng, this is all to honor you."
Wang Peng opened the pork head wrapped in oil paper, carefully picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, chewing it slowly and reluctant to swallow it all at once.
"You are a sensible kid. If anyone dares to bully you in the future, just say my name."
He took the money from the boss and stuffed it all into Wang Peng's palm.
"Thank you, brother! You can take this little money. I wonder if you can lend me a step to talk?"
Zhao Yamo swallowed her saliva and did not look at the package of pig head meat in Wang Peng's hand. Instead, she followed Wang Peng to a deserted place.
"If you have any shit, hurry up and poop. When I finish eating this pack of pig head meat, I will leave." Wang Peng said impatiently while eating the pig head meat and wiping the oil on his fingers.
"Brother, do you want to play with women?" Zhao Yamo raised her eyebrows at Wang Peng with a bad intention on her face.
"Think about it, why don't you want to? I'm already thirteen, and I've long wanted to taste what it's like to be a woman."
Speaking of this, Wang Peng didn't even bother to eat the pig head meat. I wish I could have a woman fall from the sky and crawl into my bed at night.
Zhao Yamo saw Wang Peng lying next to her ear and whispered, "Do you want to play with my sister?"
"I think so, why don't you want to? But can your sister agree?"
This made Wang Peng extremely excited. He looked like he had eaten it in his mouth, and he had endless aftertaste.
"Why don't you agree? In fact, my sister has told me many times in private that she has liked you since she was a child, but she was afraid that you would dislike her." Seeing this, Zhao Yamo hurriedly added fuel to the fire and said with more jealousy.
Wang Peng heard this and quickly waved his hand and said: "Your sister is beautiful, but my father said that you cannot marry such a woman as your daughter-in-law. If you marry her, your ancestors will be ruined for eight generations. You can still play for fun. .”
Zhao Yamo looked like her words made sense, took Wang Peng's hand, and walked towards her home.
Wang Peng became panicked: "Are you really going?"
"Are you still afraid that my sister will eat you?"
"Whoever is afraid, go!"
Wang Peng shook off Zhao Yamo's hand and strode forward, feeling already hungry and thirsty in his heart.
As for why Zhao Yali is like this, she doesn't have the time to think about it now. She can think about it slowly after playing.
The sperm is in the brain, and it is difficult for gods to save it.
In the Spring and Autumn Period, people saw the world with their heads. In the Han and Tang Dynasties, they looked at the world with their hearts. In the Song and Yuan Dynasties, people had a heart but not a heart.
If a man doesn't have something in his crotch, there is no way to change his heart.
Along the way, Wang Peng always changed the topic coyly and kept talking. Zhao Yamo grabbed Wang Peng's hand and dragged her home desperately.
When he finally saw his house, Zhao Yamo shouted excitedly: "Sister! Sister, I'm back. I brought Wang Peng to you."
When Wang Peng saw Zhao Yamo's appearance, he was frightened. He stood there like a stubborn donkey, unable to pull him any further.
"It's not what you shouted. Aren't you afraid of being heard?" Wang Peng lowered his head and blushed, pretending to be angry.
"Oh, why are you ashamed? Who in the village doesn't know?" Zhao Yamo looked as if she was making a fuss, grabbed the awkward Wang Peng, walked home, and suddenly shouted: "Sister, what are you doing? ?Everyone is here.”
Wang Peng was pulled by Zhao Yamo, half pushed and half pushed to stand at the door.
The door originally opened with a push, but Wang Peng indicated that it was better to knock first.
Zhao Yamo praised Wang Peng for his carefulness and knocked on the door heavily with his hand: "Sister! Open the door quickly!"
There was still no sound inside, and Wang Peng asked worriedly: "Is there someone at home? I'd better come tomorrow."
Wang Peng turned around and was about to leave. This made Zhao Yamo extremely anxious. How could a sheep entering the tiger's mouth escape at the critical moment?
He simply grabbed Wang Peng's hand and kicked the door open. He grabbed his wrist with both hands and suddenly pulled him into the room, then hurriedly closed the door.
Wang Peng was caught by Zhao Yamo like this, and he rushed forward. He suddenly tripped under his feet and fell heavily to the ground.
"Zhao Yamo, you are looking for death"
Wang Peng stood up angrily, and just as he turned around, a wooden stick hit him firmly on the forehead, causing him to faint.
Dong Qingqiu threw away the wooden stick in his hand, turned around and slapped Zhao Yamo in the face.
If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have stepped behind Wang Peng from behind the door and knocked him unconscious. Otherwise, there will be a fight, and his injuries will increase a bit.
Looking at Wang Peng, whose forehead was bleeding and lying on top of his sister, Zhao Yamo stood up, kicked Wang Peng, and gave a thumbs up to Dong Qingqiu: "Master Daoxian is really powerful, he can beat people with just one stick. died."
Dong Qingqiu asked coldly: "Where are the clothes?"
"Master Taoist Immortal, you can buy clothes again, but you only have one chance. Don't miss the opportunity, it will never come back." Zhao Yamo looked at Wang Peng on the ground, clasped his hands tightly, and excitedly told Dong Qingqiu.
"So you are taking advantage of me?" Dong Qingqiu wiped the blood on the stick with his hand and looked at it carefully.
"I only know that the opportunity is lost. I wonder if I will have to wait until the Year of the Monkey next time?"
"Sister has Hualiu Disease. I don't know when I will die, so I can't miss this opportunity." Zhao Yamo retorted matter-of-factly.
"Do you think I'm a good person?"
The wooden stick in Dong Qingqiu's hand seemed to turn into a long sword full of sword energy, leaning against Zhao Yamo's temple, it would fall down at any time, smash and burst like a watermelon.
Zhao Yamo looked at Dong Qingqiu in front of him, who looked like a murderous god with lightning eyes and black tentacles all over his body. He swallowed, feeling fiercely frightened in his heart, and said in a panic: "Now that the matter has come to this, what else can you do? "
"My sister is already dead. The worst you can do is kill me. What else can you do?"
"You are just a mortal like me. You are not a Taoist immortal at all. You are just a murderous lunatic. Do you really think of yourself as a Taoist immortal?"
When I came back from the current, I was threatened for the first time, and I was still a child. If he hadn't been injured, he would have killed him long ago. Why would he be talking nonsense to him?
Dong Qingqiu smiled, as if he had really become a madman at this moment. Let go of the thick wooden stick stained with blood in your hand and let it make a sound when it hits the ground.
He threw the kitchen knife, which had already solidified into blood scab, at Zhao Yamo's feet, rolled his eyes, and said coldly:
"You expect me to kill someone?"
"I don't dare." Zhao Yamo replied matter-of-factly.
Dong Qingqiu snorted coldly and said ghostly: "Then wait until he wakes up and kill you!"
"If he kills me, you won't be able to escape." Zhao Yamo laughed ridiculously, as if threatening Dong Qingqiu.
"Although I am a mortal, it is easy to kill you!" Dong Qingqiu hunched over and opened the door without looking back, letting the cold wind blow into the house. He looked at the mountains in the distance and said with firm eyes: "The red sun is coming out of the mountains, proud. Snow cannot crush bamboo."
Zhao Yamo raised her kitchen knife, pointed it at Dong Qingqiu, and said fiercely: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"
Dong Qingqiu's snow-white face showed an angry look. He resisted the cold wind in the dust and cursed: "What a born bitch! You dare not point the butcher knife at your enemy, but stabbed the person who helped you." . Born to be pitiful, they can only live in pain under their own hypocritical masks, parasitizing on the host like a parasite, greedily sucking blood, and bringing only harm. Sad, really sad! Don’t have the courage to face the enemy You are a coward, but you have the courage to raise a sharp knife and stab your comrades. The grain you eat turns into blood and courage for others, but for you it turns into dirty and disgusting feces, supporting a worthless body."
Zhao Yamo held the kitchen knife and cried, "Who told you not to help me?"
"Hahaha! So eager for other people's mercy? As long as you are given some kindness, do you think it is what you deserve? Others owe you! You start sucking the blood from him desperately, without being grateful at all. Wait until others take it back When you are kind, you think they are targeting you! You attribute all your resentment to others, you raise a long knife, you dare not retaliate against those who bully you, but you dare to insult those who have shown kindness to you A kind person. If you want to continue to be used by you and give everything to you, you would like to squeeze out all the value in him and serve yourself as much as possible. A selfish guy like you will only be criticized by the world. Scorned and insulted, walking alone on the road, like a wild dog that froze to death on the roadside with no one to collect its body. The kindness of others cannot awaken your conscience, and only death is your best destination."
Dong Qingqiu was like a ghost at this moment. He came to Zhao Yamo in a few steps and slapped the kitchen knife away from his hand. The small sickle that appeared in his hand at some unknown time was already pressed against Zhao Yamo's neck, oozing out traces of blood.
"When a blood-sucking bug is beaten to death, the parasite's blood will flow out."
