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- I don¡¯t know whether it was because I had practiced some Qi-holding techniques when I practiced classical massage before, or because when I was killed, the man named Hua Zhongkui didn¡¯t use all his strength. Anyway, I don¡¯t know how long it took, Fang Jingzhai He woke up in a daze.
He felt severe pain in his neck and his body was sore and weak.
It was dark in front of me, and the surroundings were very depressing. If I moved left or right, I would hit the wooden board.
You can hear the rumble of thunder outside, but you can't feel the rain. The air is also very thin, and you feel like you are suffocating at any time.
"Wife, son" Fang Jingzhai calmed down, and suddenly thought of his wife and child who died tragically, and he sat up suddenly.
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The head was knocked on the top of the head.
It was then that he realized that he was in a coffin, buried in the soil
"I'm not dead? Am I dead?"
He yelled hysterically.
"Why did you go so far in the rain to treat an old scoundrel? Why did you save a stranger who had fallen into the water? Why did you let an abnormal-looking person into your home! Fang Jingzhai, you deserve to die, you've already died!"
Fang Jingzhai roared and wanted to die. He hit the wooden board in front of him and fell down again.
Tick ??tock, tick tock! After an unknown amount of time, the water that seeped into the coffin lid dripped on his face, and Fang Jingzhai woke up again with a bloody face.
The cold rain woke him up. He sat up like crazy, sucking the insignificant amount of dirty rainwater along the cracks of the coffin with his chapped lips.
"I can't die like this, I have to find the devil named Hua Zhongkui."
"I don't want to go to the Lord of Hell to complain. I have to do my own thing. I want to take revenge myself."
Fang Jingzhai secretly swore in his heart.
After drinking enough water, my weak body finally regained some strength.
¡°Perhaps the fate was not meant to be cut off, as the rainy days washed away most of the newly raised grave. Fang Jingzhai tried his best inside and managed to open the flimsy coffin lid. When he dug out of the grave in the mud with his face covered in blood, another heavy rain had just ended.
He stood in the cross-flowing sewage and looked around. There was only such a small grave here. Where were his wife and son buried? He was clearly the only one in the coffin. Could it be that they were not dead?
As soon as the idea came up, he became excited.
Yes, if they died, how could they not be buried together? Maybe I didn't see clearly at the time, but they were actually still alive!
Fang Jingzhai ran home crazily. There were a few people wandering around at the entrance of the village. When they saw him, they ran away as if they had seen a ghost. He originally wanted to grab someone and ask if it was as he guessed. But these people thought he was a fake corpse and didn't give him a chance
He ignored the explanation and ran home in one breath.
Unexpectedly, when I opened the door, I saw a stranger in the yard. This man was cutting down the peach tree planted by himself.
"What are you doing!"
"What are you cutting down the trees for?"
¡°Let¡¯s cook some meat over a fire!¡±
Fang Jingzhai yelled: "Who are you and why are you in our house? Cut down my tree."
"Your house? This is a poor house. I bought it!" The other party looked at Fang Jingzhai coldly and asked, "Who are you?"
Just in time, the village chief came in from outside and was startled when he saw Fang Jingzhai.
Fang Jingzhai didn't give him a chance to escape, so he grabbed him and asked: "Village chief, what's going on"
"Doctor Fangyouare you dead or alive"
"What do you think?" Fang Jingzhai shouted, "Where are my wife and children? What's going on with this house?"
Knowing that Fang Jingzhai was alive, the village chief immediately calmed down. He waved Fang Jingzhai's hand away and said, "I was scared to death. I thought you were pretending to be a corpse. You're so lucky, you're still alive. Where can I go to reason with you"
"Stop talking nonsense, let me ask you, where are my wife and children?"
"They are dead, don't you know?" The village chief said, "All three of your family are dead, and I was the one who buried them. Your coffin was the one my family prepared for the old man before. But this coffin only I can bury you alone, but your wife is not from the village, and the child is not yet an adult, so she cannot enter the family tree, so the village decided to give them a water burial, bundle them with stones, and lower them into the river."
"What did you say?" Fang Jingzhai swayed and grabbed the village chief's neck.
The village chief said: "What are you so anxious about? I can't help you."??, the village is so poor that they can't even get three coffins together. You've all been dead for three days. If you don't bury them, you'll all get maggots. What can I do? It is my mercy to give you a coffin. "
"Then this house"
"Hey, I thought you were dead. If this house is empty, it means it has been sold by the village. I will give all the 800 yuan to the village to build the embankment! You have to understand, Sacrifice the few and fulfill the many, this is such a noble thing."
The man on the side said: "Hey, village chief, I gave you one thousand, why is it eight hundred!"
"Ahem, what's 1,800 yuan!" The village chief coughed lightly, winked at the other party, grabbed Fang Jingzhai and said: "The house has been sold, so how about it, you live in the village headquarters, I will give you a house Quilt, you will open a medical clinic there from now on, and give fifty percent of the money you earn to the village As for the house, it should be equal to the coffin I gave you, and the Yang house and the Yin house will be equal. After a few years of saving, you can make it yourself How wonderful it would be to build a house, get a wife, and be a fat boy again, but if the old ones don¡¯t go away, the new ones won¡¯t come in!¡±
After the village chief finished speaking, he left with his hands behind his back.
The new owner of the house also pushed Fang Jingzhai out of the door like a dog.
Sitting under the eaves, where the queen of flowers sat that day, Fang Jingzhai was even more miserable than the queen of flowers at that time.
He didn¡¯t understand how he could end up in this situation. He paid for the bridges, embankments, and roads in the village. When people in the village got sick, he never asked for money for medical treatment. Even if he had cornmeal and steamed buns, he would always give them to those who were passing by begging for food. When walking, he would not trample an ant to death, but why was it so miserable?
The apprentice is gone, the child is dead, the wife is dead, and now the house belongs to someone else.
? ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Out of the gold belt was a murderer and arsonist, but there were no corpses in building bridges and roads?
He just sat there with eyes wide open until it got dark and the smell of meat wafted from the new owner¡¯s food in the yard, before he figured it out.
"Perhaps, there are no madmen in the world. If there are too many people who are forced, there will be madmen.
He stood up, pushed open the courtyard door and walked in again. At a glance, he saw a yellow dog skin hanging on the outer window sill.
That is Dazhi¡¯s skin. Dazhi is a dog that I raise, a pastoral dog that greets me when I return every day.
He stepped into the house and saw the bloody kitchen knife on the chopping board. He put it on his waist by mistake and walked straight into the house with an expressionless face.
The new owner is holding a large piece of dog meat and feasting on it.
"Why did you come in again? Don't be so embarrassed, I tell you, I bought my yard with real money. If you are not convinced, go to the village chief!"
Fang Jingzhai looked at the dog meat in the basin and said, "Why did you kill it?"
"Haha, this dog was sold to me along with the yard. It is my dog, but my dog ??bit me. Do you think I should kill him and eat the meat?"
Fang Jingzhai slowly took out the kitchen knife.
"Youwhat are you going to do?" The other party suddenly became anxious and shouted: "Don't think that I don't know who you are. Aren't you just that country man Fang Jingzhai? Have you ever killed a chicken? I advise you to keep it quiet. Be sensible. If you dare to take action, with our body type, it¡¯s not certain who will be hurt!"
Fang Jingzhai said coldly: "When A Liang died, my kindness was gone; when A Zhen and Xiao Ci died, my innocence and compassion were gone. Now that Dazhi is dead too, they are all gone, and I still have to act rationally." Well? The former Fang Jingzhai is dead, brother, bear with it, it hurts!"
Like a gibbon, Fang Jingzhai jumped onto the kang with one step. Without giving the other party any time to react, he slashed the kitchen knife into the other person's neck. But for him, this still did not satisfy his hatred. He pressed the man's head on the table and stabbed him twice, until the spine was broken and the head and body were separated (remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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