Let's say that after Shaoqiu was picked up by Widow Liu from the mountain, he stayed in the house for a while, not daring to go out. After the lightning strike, he collapsed and became weak. He looked like he was about to leave. If Widow Liu hadn't carried him back, he might have died long ago.

He died on the mountain.

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 to do.

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. He did not dare to sleep at this time, for fear that if this group of people broke in

It is extremely inappropriate to enter your own house and stab yourself when you are not paying attention.

Moreover, he was suffering from lung disease at this time. Even if people did harm to him, he would only suffer death and would not be able to fight back. Thinking about this, would it not make people feel frightened? What if he and Widow Liu had not done something shameful on the mountain?

Why was he struck by lightning?

"Bad guy, get out!" People stood in front of Shaoqiu's door, shouting, and some even knocked on his door to prevent him from coming out. This 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 was to

I'm staying in this dilapidated house. I don't know what to do for a while. I want to sleep for a while, but I can't. Get up. My body is so sore and I don't have any strength at all. How can I get out?

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Someone even threw a stone in, breaking Shaoqiu's desk, and another person directly broke Shaoqiu's head. Through the window, you can see that his head was bleeding. Some

The woman took one look and felt that it was too bloody. She didn't dare to look at it, slipped out of the crowd, and gradually disappeared without knowing where she was.

Shaoqiu was lying in bed at this time. His lung disease had not recovered. He was struck by lightning and his skull was smashed. He was almost dead. Since he had not rested for several days and nights, he coughed up blood again.

, the violent coughing caused people to be silent for a while, as if they felt that a scholar should not be treated like this, but more people were not sympathetic, and some 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 confirms that there is something going on between him and Shaoqiu. Otherwise, why would he be so hard-working to persuade her at this time? Wouldn't he be so protective if he didn't kill her relatives?

In the disdainful eyes of the people, 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, she suddenly became angry.

This is the only way to go.

People believed those rumors even more. 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 the door of the house and stood in front of Shaoqiu.

In front of Qiu, he saw that the man was already breathing out but not entering. He originally wanted to make a move, but immediately stopped because this man could no longer 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.

, and 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. People in some deserted villages did not dare to beat him because they felt that Shaoqiu was protected by gods. Otherwise, the person who beat him would have fallen to the ground unconscious.

Woolen cloth?

Those who were beating people at that time did not dare to hit. Not only did they not hit, they even gently stroked Shaoqiu's body, and some people started to feel itchy. Some gentle women even started to itch Shaoqiu.

After covering him with a quilt and giving him a bouquet of flowers, he left angrily and returned to his room, seemingly never daring to come out again.

Some other people felt that they could not beat the scholar, and for a while they stood in front of his bed, kowtowing to him, and begging for his forgiveness. After saying this, they also left, and there was a young man.

Qiu's house, he swept away the rubbish on the floor, clapped his hands, and then went back.

At this moment, the shocked man who had fallen on 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 violently than before.

, which made some people at the time say it was addictive.

"If you fight well, you should fight." Someone commented.

"Fight me to death!" said the older people.

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While people were murdering Shaoqiu, a villain quietly left the crowd and walked on the road towards the black bandit's house. Soon after, he came to the door of the black bandit's house.

"Hey, brother is here, what's the matter?" the black bandit asked.

"Let's talk about it after we enter the house." The villain replied.

The black bandits set up a banquet at this time, and the two of them drank small drinks while chatting about the past. Gradually, they started talking about Shaoqiu.

"Shaoqiu is about to die." The villain said with a slightly red face after drinking for three times.

"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 the problem with that scholar?" the villain asked.

"That's not true, but my woman liked him during his lifetime and always spoke well of him. Otherwise, I wouldn't have thought of a way to punish him." The black bandit spoke 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 approached 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 people even threatened to demolish his house. Shaoqiu didn't say anything, he just stayed in his house silently and read a book. As a scholar, he couldn't stand it if he didn't read for a day, let alone Shaoqiu.

Qiu has not read a page of the book for several days.

"The gangster is coming." Someone said this. After saying this, he made a way for the gangster to stand in front of the scholar.

When the black bandit stood in front of the door 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 he was here.

On the way, someone blocked his way, otherwise, the gangster would not 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 would be 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 black bandits quietly standing in front of his house. He was tired from studying.

At this time, he coughed twice again, 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 he do?

While I was studying, I found that the door of the room was broken, and someone broke in. He was holding a bloody knife in his hand. Isn't the person holding the knife a gangster? The gangster saw Shaoqiu studying.

, maybe he is chanting some spell again. I didn’t believe it at first, but people say so, so I can’t help but not believe it.

"Damn it, you're still chanting the curse!" Before the black bandit could finish his words, he chopped off Shaoqiu's head with his knife.

When he was about to make the second cut, he found someone in front of the door kept 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, not to kill anyone.

If so, you will 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 just 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. "It's fate that makes people happy." When he left, he did not forget to leave these words.

talk.

Shaoqiu was lying on the bed, shaking constantly. Today's injury 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 realized that 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 while, outside the dilapidated house, there were no doors and no one was around. It seemed that only the wind was whispering constantly, telling some desolate stories.
Chapter completed!