It was late at night. Song Desen was awakened by the rain. At this time, he felt as if he had fallen from heaven into hell. After a while, he used great strength, opened his eyes, and realized that he was lying in the "corpse gang".

This "chaotic corpse gang" is a road away from Ganyu City. The "criminals" who starved to death in the prison cells, and the accusers who died under heavy punishments, were dragged into this evil place. For many years, the eagles living in this generation had green eyes, and the dogs that came out of here had red eyes. Song Desen, who woke up from a coma, knew everything in his heart, but his body was like being poured into lead water, weighing thousands of pounds, and he couldn't move.

A woman's cry came violently: "Ah, ah, ah! Oh my God, my cruel man! I don't want you to sue, but I want to sue, but if you don't sue it, you will die! You leave the old and the little ones behind, and tell me how to live......"

This strange cry has not yet disappeared, and Song Desen's ears sounded the familiar voice of his wife again: "Jiliu is big, you have never sued, you must be careful everywhere!" When you get to the 'second master Wang', you must just be reasonable, don't play tricks. When it's over, no matter if you win or lose the lawsuit, you must go home early, and don't let us adults and children worry about it......"

These are the last words of Song Desen's tearful instructions when he got up early and entered the city, and his own woman Aunt Song led her child Jiliu and others out of the village, and broke up with tears.

At dusk. A handsome young man climbed up to the small branch fork of the top of the big willow tree at the head of the village, and made a pergola with his hands.

The little child's face was beaming, and he looked into the distance, staring at the black dot in the distance, and his heart was full of hope. He waited and waited, waited and waited, waited for a while, and was disappointed. He was disappointed again and again.

Who is this child? He is Song Desen's son - Song Jiliu.

Since my father left home early in the morning and entered the city, Jiliu's mother has become panicked. She fidgeted and waited until dark, and when she didn't see the man come back, she couldn't hold her breath. Song Jiliu saw the tears in his mother's eyes, and the sadness on his face became more and more, and his heart was as uncomfortable as a knife.

How he wished his father could come home safe and sound!

Song Jiliuwei walked around the village, begged for a little food, and when he returned home, he was surprised to see that his mother was not there. When I entered the house, I saw that my mother was in the house, and there was an adult lying on the bed.

"Big?" Jiliu was surprised and pounced.

The person lying on the bed was none other than Song Desen, who had come back from the dead......

Haizhou is a large town with a relatively developed area on the Longhai line.

The walls were made of large stones and bricks, so high and thick that they could be seen from twenty miles away. The battlements on the city wall are like a big centipede with its face up, and there is no end in sight.

In the evening. A bare-back teenager appears in the middle of the street. It's the liveliest place in town.

All kinds of stores, one by one. Many of the signboards made of cloth, wood or stone are painted in a variety of colors and are very dazzling. The doors of each house are full of big words that grab people's eyes. These words, in addition to the vulgar auspicious words and Lao Wang's melon sales, have added many fashionable foreign terms.

At this time, a bare-backed young man came over begging for food.

He was carrying a broken bag on his back, holding a broken water scoop and a pair of branch "chopsticks" in his hand, walking, knocking, and singing: "The dynasty has changed, the generation has changed, the trafficker market is easy to trade; The shopkeeper also wore silk and satin, and the poor boy wore a ...... on his straw head Big boss, don't be angry, I'm the one who asks for food now, you get rich and I will get clean, and I will drink soup if you eat meat......"

After a while, the boy walked into the place where storytelling and big tricks were played. The storyteller is talking about "Zhongba Troubled Sea", and there are many listeners. The storyteller has a deep sense of art, his voice is even louder, and the words he spits out are like magnets, attracting many "book lovers".

The entire storytelling field was so quiet that even the big needle on the ground could be heard. On the storyteller's table, there is a pot of tea. It wasn't until he got up to drink water to moisten his throat that people hurriedly seized this gap and said a few words:

"The good man Zhong Zhaoju is really good!"

"There should be more such heroes in this world now......"

As soon as the storyteller's drum sounded, it was time for the jumbled chatter to stop. The bare-spine boy stood on the side and listened attentively, so he picked up most of the green bricks, sat on them, and listened to them in a serious manner. Just now, his stomach was still rumbling with hunger, but as soon as he heard it, he was not hungry.

Who is this teenager? He is Song Jiliu who escaped death. One night, as soon as Song Jiliu gave Da Da the medicine, the mourning star led a few little villains to chase him out of the door. Jiliu's parents and several younger brothers couldn't run. So he gave half of the two pistols and some bullets that he had in his house to his eldest son, who was thirteen years old, and told him to run as fast as he could.

By this time, the dog villains had arrived at the gate. The clever Jiliu, using the shooting skills he usually learned, raised his hand to be two guns, and the two villains fell in response. These two shots scared the bad guys out of their minds, and they kept backing back, and Jiryu took advantage of this favorable opportunity to rush out and lure the bad guys away. When Jiliu shook off his tail and went around the village again, when he returned home, he found that the house was already empty.

"Big, mother, brother, don't worry, I will definitely avenge you!"

After he finished speaking, he stomped his foot and left.

From there, he walked and walked alone, without any purpose. When you are thirsty, you pick up the water from the ditch and drink it with a round belly; When it was cold, he picked up the dead man's clothes and torn paper that others had thrown away, and put them on and wrapped them around his body; When he was hungry, he caught some frogs, mice, fish and shrimp and burned them on the fire, and devoured them. Catch up with good people, ask people for stuttering.

Some people's lives, from one period to another, are very calm, relaxed and calm. However, for Song Jiliu, a child who still doesn't know the life and death of his parents and younger brother, the days of life change are a big deep ditch like the Dasha River.

In the past two years, Jiliu seems to have grown not by two years, but by more than ten years. In the past two years, he has tasted the ups and downs of the world, experienced many things that he has not experienced, and in his naïve mind, there is also a new idea that he must ride on the three bad species.

It was getting dark. Storytellers and entertainers all closed the scene. The noisy urban area has become quiet and sparsely populated, and the crowded streets and alleys seem much more spacious.

Song Jiliu stayed overnight and traveled during the day, along the Qingkou River, formerly known as the Xiaosha River, and walked slowly to the west. Where is he going? He wants to go to a place where there are no big landlords, no big fishermen, and no oppressors! Later, he heard that there was no such bad thing in Haizhou City, so he walked to Haizhou while asking. Who knows, the rich man in Haizhou is as bad as the big landlords and big fishermen in the countryside - he has never eaten enough since he entered Haizhou Mansion.

Song Jiliu tightened the belt of the rag rope and lay down under the wall on the left side of the Qiyang Gate. Under his head, he had a large pistol wrapped in a food bag. The breeze caressed his dark and purple chest. He stretched out his arms and legs, and the bones and joints of his body rattled. He flashed a pair of big watery eyes, looked at the night sky full of stars, and his heart was like a loose horse, reverie with the flickering of the stars......

He hoped that one day, he would be able to practice as good kung fu as Zhong Ba to avenge his parents and younger brothers, and all the oppressed. He also hopes that he can participate in the green forest, be a good man who kills the rich and helps the poor, and comes to "Jiliu Haohai", killing the three bad seeds, Wang Zuoliang, Fumen Xing and other big bad guys, and eliminating harm for the people.

Song Jiliu thought about it and fell asleep. He dreamed that he had grown up, rode on a flying horse, flew, flew, and flew to the Jing family compound to take revenge......