The thin and thin young man was stumbled all the way without stopping.

Its bright red tongue was exposed like a dog, and its face was black and only its teeth exposed from time to time looked extremely white.

He tightened his arms tightly and bandaged the wounded strips, looked back, and continued to run to the train station not far away without any stop.

The large patches of blood on the black and ragged clothes showed an inconspicuous dark red color, and the roads running behind them were also dripping blood from stars.

Fortunately, there were not many people in the morning, and they were all listless and sleepy.

If a careful person could see the young man's injured hunting rifle wrapped in torn clothes in his left hand, he might scream and call the police.

When we were about to arrive at the train station, the young man with a black face finally slowed down.

He glanced around vigilantly and quickly walked into the public toilet.

Fortunately, no one was there, so the young man endured the pain and washed the wound deep in his arms with water. He rebanded it.

I carefully washed my face and the blood stains on my clothes in the glasses were not too obvious.

He sucked the air conditioner in a big mouthful and gently wiped off a layer of fine sweat beads that were rising from the pain on his forehead.

The young man didn't delay too long, and took a deep look at the earth-made double-barrel hunting rifle that he put into the toilet, and turned around and walked out.

If you don't smell it carefully, you will still not smell the faint bloody smell of the young man in the cold and dirty air in the early morning.

If you don’t look carefully, you won’t be able to see that the young man’s pace of extremely empty body due to pain and long-term running is somewhat unusual.

After all, it was a bone-breaking pain, and the young man gritted his teeth tightly, which made his expression a little stiff and ferocious.

The young man took out money from his obviously fat and ill-fitting pants and bought a Shanghai hard-seat train ticket from a middle-aged woman selling scalpers everywhere.

When I was paying for it, some cinders were brought out from my pocket, and the young man's newly washed hands were stained with a faint tiny blackening.

As the middle-aged woman said, this train in Shanghai was the earliest train to leave next.

The young man half lay and half sat on a hard seat beside the window, looking at the slowly retreating platform and the gray sky outside the window, breathing a long sigh.

However, the severe pain from the left arm made the young man's face pale, and the fine beads of sweat finally flowed down his cheeks and dripped on the already faintly bloody clothes.

The young man gritted his teeth hard without making any sound. He tried to arch his body instinctively, as if this would relieve some pain.

He gasped for breath like an injured dog hiding in the corner and licking his wounds.

If you weren't afraid of being discovered, the young man might have licked his wounds!

Less than ten minutes after the train to Shanghai left, several Changhe vans roared by. Opening the door, all the strong men wearing black T-shirts and shaving their heads were shaved.

A strong man with a thick gold chain around his neck, who was in the lead, growled fiercely: "Find out that little bitch for me!"

The strong man in the lead was irritated around in the spot, like a tiger who chose people to eat, roaring constantly.

If someone who knows him will naturally know that he is a tiger tattooed on his body, and Wang Xiangfa, known as the King of Tiger.

"Brother Hu! I found this in the station bathroom!"

A strong man walked quickly with a double-barrel hunting rifle wrapped in clothes! He walked to Wang Xiangfa and whispered:

"Brother Hu, I asked, that little bastard bought a ticket to Shanghai. Now he has already gotten on the bus."

Wang Xiangfa looked at the double-barrel hunting rifle that was found from the toilet and was still stinking with a little slutty and smelly. Before he could speak, his younger brother came to report it again.

"What? Run!"

When Wang Laohu heard this, the blue veins on his forehead swelled up and his eyes widened.

"Yes, yes, Brother Hu."

The little brother lowered his head and replied carefully:

"Bastard! A bunch of bastards! Useless things! Even a bastard can't stand it! A meal bucket!"

Wang Laohu beat and scolded, and slapped the little brother so hard that he could see Venus all over his eyes, and his face was swollen.

"Good boy, don't let grandpa meet you again, otherwise you will be beaten up!"

After a while, Wang Laohu looked at the railway tracks in the distance, spitted hatefully and said:

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Under the dim mine pit, black coal blocks were scattered everywhere.

The ferocious wolfdog's teeth shining under the scorching sun, and the whip stained with pepper water brought blood marks on her thin spine.

The blue smoke rising from the double-barrel hunting rifle brought a pungent smell, and the strong man screamed and cried and rolled in tears.

The snow-white blade that shook his eyes, the head that was blown away was splashing like tofu and the brains were everywhere.

The young man woke up with a scream, spitting out his sour water from his stomach, and his head was covered in sweat, wet his hair into strands.

The young man felt wet all over his body, and he felt the bone-broken cold without the wind, and from the inside out. The cold young man couldn't help but tremble.

"Young man, are you having a nightmare?"

A hoarse sound like a broken bellows sounded. The young man turned around and saw a middle-aged man with a middle-aged part comb and a head full of glossy head sitting next to the empty one.

The dried orange peel was like a pair of triangular eyes on the face, which had experienced vicissitudes, and the cracked mouth was filled with black and yellow teeth, and some overnight vegetable leaves were still vaguely stained on it.

The young man was obviously a little stunned, but his eyes were more alert.

Looking at this stranger who was dressed in a sloppy and vicissitudes of life, the young man reluctantly smiled and replied, yes!

Uncle Vang Sect smiled a few times, but did not answer.

Just a pair of spinning triangles with some fun and funny eyes.

The young man felt like he was on a cold winter night, his whole body was chilling, but the wound on his arm was still burning and painful. The young man, who didn't dare to move, was sweating all over his head, but he was still trembling strangely.

Even though his body was extremely weak, the young man still cheered up and looked around. He saw the middle-aged man who had just answered him with a sloppy answer next to the seat where there was no one.

A man in his 30s sat in the seat opposite, with a flat head, strong and cold, quiet to the point of being dull.

The man was sitting in front of the window facing the young man. He was sitting in a girl holding a drawing board. Because she was wearing a baseball cap and was constantly painting the drawing board in front of her, she couldn't see her face clearly.

It can be seen from a white and slender finger holding the drawing board that I am not too old.

When the young man looked at the girl, he clearly felt the cold and vigilant gaze cast by the man beside her.

"Come on, young man, take a sip."

The sloppy uncle rummaged through a woven bag beside him for a long time and finally flipped through a glass bottle without any packaging. It looked like a bottle of white wine, but it was really a bit turbid.

The young man was about to say thank you, but when he refused this uncle's origin that had even more unknown origin, the sloppy uncle whispered meaningfully: "Drink some wine to warm up."

"You have no money, and I won't rob you of your sex. What's the point of being afraid of?"

Seeing that the young man was still a little wary, the uncle said impatiently.

After hearing this, the young man thought for a while, he simply raised the bottle and took a bite.

"Ahem."

Two redness immediately appeared on the young man's pale cheeks, and he felt like fire from his throat to his stomach.

The young man who was not shiver at first felt much warmer immediately.

It doesn’t matter what wine the bottle used to contain, but it is definitely not the wine that young people drink now. How can there be such a strong wine?

It's almost caught up with alcohol.

"You can pour some sterilization on the wound."

The sloppy uncle said casually again. The young man almost instinctively stood up, but he just touched the wound and sat down with pain.

After thinking for a while, the young man simply took another sip of white wine and poured some white wine on the wound through his clothes.

The alcohol invaded the wound and caused severe pain. The young man suddenly burst into blue veins and kept twitching.

The right hand holding the bottle was so eager to hold the bottle to pieces, but he still refused to make any sound.

After a while, the young man was breathing heavily and thanked the thin and sloppy middle-aged man hoarsely.

The middle-aged man who had been sitting quietly opposite him saw this scene with a cold look that showed some undetectable appreciation.

"Youngsheng, what's your name?"

"Yang Qingwu."

"Ah! Young man, you are so amazing! You are a good face in all directions!"

The sloppy uncle with a middle-segment looked at the young man carefully for a while, and then muttered for a long time and suddenly spoke to the young man:

"Good face? I've never had a full meal and even called him a shitty face!"

Yang Qingwu replied with a slightly astringent face:

"Your younger generation, you are the rich and noble life that has accumulated good deeds for ten generations and allowed you to enjoy a lifetime of glory! Ordinary people will definitely say that you are a person with short life and poor fortune, but how can they understand the secrets of heaven!"

The sloppy uncle pulled Yang Qingwu's right hand like a charlatan and looked at the palm lines and said:

"Tsk tsk! It's interesting." He nodded constantly while looking at the palm lines:

"Your life is so great! It's a pity that I can't reveal the secrets of heaven for no reason. You know that people outside of us believe in cause and effect the most, otherwise we will definitely give you a good talk."

The charlatan uncle tried hard to be like a paranormal, but the greasy and circling triangle eyes made no matter how hard he tried, it would be futile.
To be continued...