Li Qingshan asked a lot of questions, and the child answered one by one as if he could not lie, nodding or shaking his head, but he could only answer simple questions. If it was a complex question, he would be stunned.

When he asked what his name was and where he came from, he kept shaking his head, and when he asked the witch what tricks he had, he stood there in a daze.

Even so, Li Qingshan figured out a lot of things. The child was indeed killed by the witch and was refined into a devil for her to drive him. He was originally able to speak, but after being given a bowl of medicine by the witch, he would not speak anymore.

Li Qingshan guessed that the witch had brought the child, and was afraid that he would talk nonsense on the way, so he would silence him. As long as he mentioned the witch, the child would look scared.

Li Qingshan said softly: "Don't worry, I won't hurt you, I will kill that old witch and let you be free."

Before he knew it, the child approached Li Qingshan, raised his head and looked closer on his little face.

Li Qingshan showed a soothing smile and wanted to touch his head, but his hand passed through his body and froze.

The child's expression suddenly faded, and he lowered his head and cried silently.

Li Qingshan suddenly felt sad and roared to the sky. Why are there always so many unfair things in the world? Humans harm each other, isn't it crueler than any monster?

The child was stunned and looked at Li Qingshan in surprise.

Under the moonlight, the young man with a firm heart had a little crystal clear corner of his eyes.

Li Qingshan laughed at himself: "It turns out that a man doesn't cry easily, but he hasn't reached the sad place, so he makes you laugh."

The child stood on tiptoe, reached out his hand and touched Li Qingshan's face, took off a little tears, and carefully sucked them in the palm of his hand, looking a little heavy.

"Stop holding it!" Li Qingshan's face turned red, and suddenly understood Qingniu's embarrassment. How could a man's tears be handed over to others at will?

I remembered the Qingniu that a weak ghost has no substance. Only by practicing to a certain extent can we gradually turn into reality and pick up real things. This child is so weak that he must be able to pick up extremely light things.

The child just looked down at the transparent liquid in his palm.

Li Qingshan was helpless and looked around, wondering why it was so dark today? Although the scenery around the hut was a little dim, it was still clearly visible.

But when he looked up at the moonlight, he suddenly realized that it was not that it was dark late, but that his eyes became brighter. Not only could he see things at night, but it also seemed like he had wiped off a layer of dust from the window, and he felt extremely clear when he saw everything.

Li Qingshan murmured to himself: "Brother Niu is indeed a monster, and tears have such a wonderful use."

"It's getting late, I'm going to go to bed because you didn't have a good rest yesterday and you still have something to do tomorrow. You can't help but not maintain your energy."

When Li Qingshan went back to his room to sleep, the child squatted in front of the door, his figure was shining under the moonlight, and he felt a little translucent, just like the tears in his hand.

Li Qingshan slept very hard this time. He woke up when the sky was bright and felt comfortable all over. The child had already left and thought he didn't dare to move during the day.

He washed up and practiced "Bulle Demon's Powerful Fist" casually. He picked up the thick-backed steel knife he got from Li Fugui, thought for a while, picked up a few pieces of mutton, and left.

Three rascals were sitting facing each other with a frown. After Liu Laili died, their small gang lost their backbone and lived a difficult life in the village. Almost a mouse crossed the street and everyone shouted to beat him.

How could I learn how to learn Liu Laili's arrogantness or Li Qingshan's fierceness? Even eating became a problem, let alone eating wine and meat. I could only go to Manager Liu's house to work as a helper, barely making a living, and I could not be as free as before.

At this time, Li Qingshan suddenly came to the door, and the three thugs quickly met him. He looked cold, holding a knife in one hand and flesh in the other, and naturally showed a sense of power. No one dared to underestimate her because of his age.

The three ruffians also let down a little lighter and praised Li Qingshan's actions yesterday.

Li Qingshan ignored these flatteries and put down the meat in his hand: "There is another thing to bother you. This meat is a reward, and it will be a piece of it last time."

"How can you be so embarrassed? Erlang, you say something, brothers, you are in a sea of ​​fire." The three thugs said this, and they hurriedly caught the mutton.

As last time, Li Qingshan said, "Come with me!" and left. However, this time, he no longer bluffed, but an unquestionable order.

The three ruffians did not hesitate and followed him step by step.

Li Qingshan first borrowed a hoe and iron shovel from the nearby farmers' homes, and then went to Li Fugui's home.

It was almost noon, and the villagers had finished their morning farm work. It was just when they were finishing work and went home for dinner. When they saw Li Erlang, who was very popular in the village, borrowed tools with three rascals. They didn't know what to do, and they followed curiously, which almost alarmed the whole village.

When I saw him coming to Li Fugui's gate, I thought to myself that he was going to teach the drunken man a lesson this time? I wonder why the drunken man offended him. But I felt a little ashamed. Relying on the large number of people and power, bullying a poor and dilapidated house, was a completely opposite behavior to calling the village chief in charge of the Liu family compound. One was not afraid of violence, and the other was bullying the weak.

But the three rascals were very happy: "I've long seen that this old drunkard is not a thing." They patted their chests and volunteered: "I'll pull him out now." They haven't been so proud for a long time. This time they were about to establish their power with Li Fugui, and beat him up in front of everyone.

Li Qingshan glared at them and shouted loudly: "Can you come?"

Just when everyone was surprised, Li Fugui ran out of the house and gritted his teeth and said, "Come on!"

His expression was surprisingly sober, which made the villagers feel strange. Li Fugui looked drunk, but he didn't know that after Li Qingshan left, Li Fugui didn't drink a sip of wine. He thought about it day and night, but he didn't expect that Li Qingshan came to him the next day.

This time, the people in the village were even more confused and their excitement became more and more tempted.

Li Qingshan nodded, walked in front of him with his head held high, leading a group of people to the witch's blue brick house. The door was closed tightly, obviously alarmed her, and ordered the three thugs to say, "Smash it open!"

The three thugs suddenly became timid. No one in the village was afraid of this witch. Even when Liu Laili was there, they did not dare to offend this blue brick house with the function of a temple, and they had a mysterious and sacred color. They had heard of the strange things that happened in this room for a long time.

When the other villagers saw that he was actually asking for trouble for the witch, they were also in a hurry.

Someone advised: "Erlang, don't do anything nonsense!"

Some people also threatened: "If you disrespect God, you will be punished." This is a person who is extremely loyal to the witch. If he had not feared the knife in Li Qingshan's hand, he might have to come up to argue with him.

Without saying a word, Li Qingshan kicked the wooden door open with a "bang". The door bar as thick as an arm broke and made a loud noise, which shocked the villagers.

Li Qingshan turned around and ordered the three rascals: "Please wait outside and don't allow others to come in."

The three rascals responded with a stern tongue, and at least they didn't have to go in.

Li Qingshan crossed the threshold, walked into the yard with big strides, came to the door of the main hall, and was about to kick the door.

The door automatically separates the two sides. It was clearly the sunny noon, but there was a dark hole in the door, and a cold air came to the face.

The witch was wearing a brightly colored witch robe, sitting on the sacred platform, and said in a strange voice: "Li Erlang, do you know your guilt?"

With a clang, Li Qingshan pulled out the thick-backed steel knife and shouted: "Come on your life!"
Chapter completed!