Hebei Road, Taiyuan Prefecture, Gujiazhuang.

There are about a hundred households in the village, and there is a dilapidated thatched house at the eastern end. The wormwood is scattered on the roof and the mud walls are cracked. In this season when it is warm and then cold, this thatched house makes people feel cold at the first glance.

I don’t know how the people in the house spent the whole winter.

The thatched cottage is not big, with an earthen kang built in the middle. Lying on the kang is a man with pale complexion. He looks quite young, but he has his eyes closed, as if he is sleeping. The thatched cottage is extremely simple, but the bed is well-washed with clothes and pillows.

It's clean and the house feels spotless.

It was a rare sunny day in the afternoon, and the sunlight poured warmth into the room, giving the dilapidated thatched cottage a hint of life.

With a creak, the firewood door of the thatched cottage was pushed open, and a woman in Jingchai and a sarong walked in. She put down the bundle of firewood she was carrying on her back, and before she could take a breath, she was busy lighting a fire to cook. But she used a wooden bowl to cook in the rice vat.

After taking out the bowl for a long time, she could hear the collision between the wooden bowl and the rice vat. When she took out the bowl, there was only a handful of millet in it. She was startled and couldn't help but shed a tear. She immediately wiped it with her sleeves.

Remove the tears, divide the millet in the bowl into three parts, boil one part, and take some dried vegetable bark and cook another part into a bowl.

After a while, she brought a bowl of thin millet porridge to the bed, helped the man on the bed up, and slowly fed him to drink. The young man drank slowly, but his eyes were still closed, and he was still unconscious.

Only the instinct to eat remains.

After the woman served him, she ate a few mouthfuls of something made from dried vegetable bark. Then she picked up a wooden bucket and prepared to go out to fetch water. But looking at her weak body, she didn't know if she could lift it.

Move such a big bucket of water.

As soon as she opened the firewood door, she suddenly saw two large pieces of cassava lying on the ground in front of the door. She hurriedly went out to look around, and saw a figure at the end of the road that flashed and disappeared. The woman sighed softly, hesitated for a moment, and then looked towards the bedridden man.

She looked around and finally put away the cassava. When she was about to go out, a tall and fat figure suddenly appeared at the door, blocking out the sunlight.

Without raising her head, she said coldly: "Butcher Zhang, what are you doing here again?"

Although Butcher Zhang had a foreign surname in the village, he had seven or eight brothers in his family. He was usually very brave and fierce, and most people would not want to provoke him. Hearing the woman's question, Butcher Zhang grinned widely and said:

"Let me see if there are any shortcomings in the eldest sister's house? Is your sick husband still alive?"

The woman's face grew colder and colder, and she said, "Get out of the way!"

Butcher Zhang's sharp eyes saw the cassava placed on the stove in a blink of an eye. He immediately smiled and said: "It seems that your cousin has helped you again. When you left the Gu family, you said you would never treat the Gu family again."

First line, right? What, now you have forgotten what you said in front of the whole village? Is it true that if you don’t collect these things, your damn husband will starve to death?"

"Are you going to let me or not?" the woman gritted her teeth, her hand holding the barrel too hard and her knuckles turned white.

Butcher Zhang suddenly grabbed her left hand, caressed it in his fat palm, and said with a playful smile: "A little person like a flower and a jade, now these hands are covered with calluses! Again, why don't you start from

I will make sure you don’t suffer this kind of sin again in the future. I’ll also raise your dead-sleeping husband, what do you think?”

The woman tried hard to withdraw her left hand, but Butcher Zhang was too strong. She tried several times but couldn't pull it back. In desperation, she yelled, "Don't even think about it!" She didn't know where she got the strength. She swung the barrel towards Butcher Zhang.

Hit it on the head!

Butcher Zhang was caught off guard and was hit squarely on the forehead by a barrel! Naturally in pain, he let go of her hand, then reached out to touch her head, and saw blood on her hand.

Butcher Zhang was originally a vicious man, but now that he saw the blood, he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, and evil grew in his guts. His flesh and blood rushed to the top of his head with his anger, and he said with a ferocious smile: "You ignorant bitch! Today I

It’s up to you, you have to obey even if you don’t obey!”

He reached out with his big palms, grabbed her clothes with his breasts, and pulled hard. With a squeaking sound, the not-thick winter coat tore apart along with the coarse cloth inner clothes, revealing the thin skin underneath.

Body and plump breasts that are somewhat disproportionate to the body.

The woman screamed. She didn't expect that Butcher Zhang would suddenly commit an attack. In a panic, he just wanted to cover up her exposed breasts. When Butcher Zhang heard her scream, he was also startled, but at this time, he was thinking about it all day and night.

The body was in front of him, where could he stop? He opened his bloodshot eyes, and with another force, he tore off a piece of cotton robe and stuffed it into her mouth, silencing the screams below.

Go back. Then, like an eagle carrying a chick, he lifted her hands above her head and held them with only one left hand. He waved his right hand up and down, completely tearing off her cotton robe in a few strokes, and then lifted her like a white sheep.

Pressed firmly on the Tukang.

Butcher Zhang's heavy breath couldn't help but spray on her face and neck, and his ferocious smile couldn't go away in her ears: "Little bitch, if you don't drink a toast, you'll have to drink a fine wine. Today I'm right next to your damn husband."

I’m going to fuck you! I’m not happy to see you feel good! Damn it, if you move around again, I’ll stab your damn husband first, and then I’ll fuck you slowly!”

After hearing this, the woman's whole body froze suddenly, and then tears welled up in her eyes, but she struggled even more fiercely.

Although Butcher Zhang wanted to make him unconscious, he really didn't dare to kill anyone, and the woman's struggle was ultimately no match for his brute strength, and she was suppressed. Looking at her helpless struggling little face, and her delicate and white neck, Zhang

The butcher loved it so much that he stretched out his fat tongue and licked it.

Just as the salivating tongue was about to touch her flesh, the finger-width gap suddenly turned into an insurmountable chasm.

Butcher Zhang felt an irresistible force coming from the bun on top of his head, slowly lifting his head up. When he was about to rush forward, it was as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head, and he couldn't help but roar with rage.

Said: "Which grandson dares to disturb your grandfather's good deeds?"

When Butcher Zhang looked up, he suddenly gasped and saw that the young scholar who had been bedridden for a year actually sat up, with a faint blue light shining in his eyes, and a weak-looking hand holding his hair. Look at him.

That frail look could not be related to the powerful force he felt. The young man's face was expressionless, and his whole body exuded a ghostly aura. His green eyes were incomparable to those of a stranger, and his body was filled with inhuman power.

It seemed to be confirming this point. Although Butcher Zhang was not afraid of heaven and earth, he still had some fear of ghosts and gods. He couldn't help but trembled: "You... are you a human or a ghost?"

The young scholar ignored his question at all. He flipped his wrist and twisted Butcher Zhang's head, turning his body half a circle until he faced the door. The strength of the young scholar was so great that Butcher Zhang was completely unable to resist.

, he could only hear his neck bones cracking, and his whole body could not help but rotate with his head.

The young man's hand shook and he screamed loudly. Butcher Zhang's fat body slammed through the firewood door and flew out of the house. In the young man's hands, the body weighing 1,780 kilograms was like a piece of rag.

Just say it's lost.

There was a loud thud outside the door, followed by Butcher Zhang's howling like a pig being slaughtered. After a while, Butcher Zhang's hateful voice came: "Sun Guo! If you dare, just wait here!"

The young man didn't seem to hear the scolding that was going away from outside the house. He looked around the house carefully, then got up and got out of bed. But as soon as he took two steps, he stumbled, almost fell, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

.There was some surprise on his face, and he couldn't help but frown.

The woman was stunned with shock, but when she saw him vomiting blood, she came back to her senses, burst out crying, rushed over and shouted: "Mr. sir! You finally woke up!"

The young scholar frowned even more tightly. He wanted to wave the woman away, but after thinking about it, he patted her back gently and said, "Don't cry now. Since I'm awake, I won't fall asleep again."

Was it me that person called just now? What was your name again?"

The woman was startled and said, "Have you forgotten everything? My husband's surname is Sun Mingguo, and he is the only one with the surname Sun in Gu's village. He married me two years ago. My surname is Gu, and my given name is Sushui, which is a common surname in this village.

The daughter of the Gu family. But it’s not surprising that my husband can’t remember her. It’s been more than a year since my husband suddenly fell asleep last year.”

The young scholar's eyebrows were almost locked together, and he murmured: "Why is it still Sun Guo? Is there really God's will in the dark?"

After thinking hard, he looked around again. The thatched cottage with four walls, the empty rice vat, the woman's delicate face, delicate skin, thin body, tattered cotton clothes and calloused hands all seemed to be telling the past.

It was such a hard year. Looking at her appearance and figure, it was obvious that she had never lacked food and clothing when she was young. Everything she saw in front of her quietly made a small stone fall in Sun Guo's heart.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside the door, and among the shouts and curses, Butcher Zhang's voice was particularly loud: "Sun Guo! Aren't you pretending to be a ghost and pretending to resurrect the corpse? The sun is shining brightly outside now. Your Grandpa Zhang is not afraid of you.

You damn ghost! Come out and let me break your legs. Maybe if you feel better, I will spare your life!"

The young scholar squinted his eyes and looked out against the sunlight. He saw seven or eight strong men surrounding the room, each holding a stick and a pitchfork in his hand. Each of them had a fleshy face and a ferocious appearance. These were all members of Butcher Zhang's tribe, and they came together to look for them.

There were many villagers watching in the distance, but they were afraid of the ferocity of this group of people, so they all stood at a distance and did not dare to come over. Speaking of which, Gu Sushui was also the daughter of Gu's family, just because of Sun Guo and

The Gu family cut off all contact with her, and no one in the Gu family wanted to provoke rogues like Butcher Zhang for her sake.

Seeing that her brothers from the same clan did not dare to stand up, Gu Sushui's face turned pale. Sun Guo sneered, stood up, and went out. She glanced at the blood on Sun Guo's front that had not yet dried up, a trace of determination flashed in her eyes, and she said calmly:

"Ms. sir, you are weak, so don't get along with them. I will take care of it!"

She was already out the door as she spoke, and the kitchen knife on the stove had already been hidden in her sleeve.

Seeing the woman running towards him, Zhang Tutu, who was still struggling to walk, laughed and said, "Is it possible that you still want to renew your marriage with me because things just haven't ended yet?"

Before he could stop laughing, a cold light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, and a kitchen knife had been chopped off at the head! Butcher Zhang was so shocked that he rolled on the spot, only to be able to survive the knife! Gu Sushui bit a strand of hair in his mouth

, swung the knife and slashed, but her wrist was gently held by someone. The hand was pale and slender, but its strength was unparalleled. She turned around and saw that it was Sun Guo.

At this time, a distant cousin of Butcher Zhang shouted and rushed forward. In his eyes, Sun Guogan was thin and small, a weakling who could be beaten away with one punch. Even if he held a piece of dry wood in his hand, it was just a piece of wood.

dishes.

But as soon as he took a step forward, he saw the firewood rapidly expanding in front of him. Before he could react, a bloody light burst out in front of his eyes, and then the world began to spin, and darkness rushed towards him.

The firewood was not very hard, but it was about the thickness of an egg. The young scholar swung it casually, and the firewood hit the butcher cousin Zhang's face. The first half of the firewood completely exploded into wood fibers. This shows how powerful the blow was!

The Zhang clan members who were watching felt their teeth sore and their chests tightening. Almost everyone thought about what would happen if they were hit in the face, and they could hardly draw a breath.

Butcher Zhang's cousin fell to the ground, his face was bloody and bloody, bones could be seen, and one eyeball was knocked out of its socket.

Sun Guo frowned and said to himself: "It's broken? It seems that this body is really weak from a long-term illness and cannot use its exquisite strength. Forget it, just replace it with a stronger one." He dropped the firewood in his hand and

He leaned over and picked up the wooden stick in the hands of Zhang butcher's cousin.

Butcher Zhang was the first to come to his senses, and with a roar like a slaughtering pig, he howled: "Kill...kill him!" Only then did all the Zhang clan members remember that they were outnumbered, and they saw that Sun Guo was thin and looked pale.

He was pale and looked like a sick man, so driven by courage or fear, he shouted, wielded sticks and pitchforks, and surrounded him.

Sun Guo sneered, and the wooden stick in his hand flew up lightly. The sound of cracking flesh and bones could not help but resounding. After a few breaths, all seven Zhang clan members fell to the ground, fighting with Zhang's butcher cousin from before.

There was a ball. The hands and legs of those who fell to the ground were all twisted and deformed. They only had the strength to scream and roll, and none of them could stand up.

The people of Gujia Village who were watching screamed in surprise. Could it be that Sun Guo was possessed by a demon? How come that in the blink of an eye, seven or eight strong men had their hands and feet broken?

However, all the villagers gasped again! Sun Guo was expressionless as he walked around the Zhang clan members on the ground. He raised the wooden stick and dropped it, breaking everyone's hands and feet, and then killed Butcher Zhang.

He was picked out from the crowd and struck down on him with a stick.

Butcher Zhang's pig-killing howl couldn't suppress the muffled sound of the wooden stick when it fell on him! Sun Guo patiently and meticulously smashed his limbs inch by inch until finally, he smashed Butcher Zhang's lower body with the stick.
To be continued...