Wu Zhijun, who was covered with scales, relied on his waist strength to stand straight out of half of his body at the mouth of the mud altar. His hands hung limply, like two towels. However, the middle finger of his right hand trembled involuntarily.

Ten years ago, in the late spring and early summer, Wu Zhijun bought about a dozen dead sheep from Mongolia, as he did last year, skinned them and quietly brought back the copper – the raw material for his meat buns. At that time, meat was still relatively scarce, and Wu Zhijun's meat buns usually put more meat, which was also the reason why his business was better.

He bought two high-end cigarettes and took the dead mutton to the butcher's factory.

Before the collapse of the Copper Company, it was a large state-owned enterprise established earlier. Enterprises like this are usually big and comprehensive -- they don't believe in society, they run their own schools, their own processing plants, their own railway transportation...... In short, you can think of anything that the conditions allowed at that time, and these large state-owned enterprises would make their own set. Not to mention large state-owned enterprises, it is some small state-owned enterprises whose economic benefits are not very good. ”

Therefore, under the name of the copper company, there is a meat factory. The meat factory has a cold storage, and of course being a cold storage administrator can only rely on dead wages to eat, but people are not opposed to making some extra money. Wu Zhijun sent two cigarettes, and the administrator agreed to let him freeze the meat in the cold storage and take it as he pleased.

Coming out of the meat factory, Wu Zhijun felt that he was really business-minded, and it was a matter of time before he made a fortune. At the same price, I put more meat on my own, and of course others will like to eat his meat buns. Can this business not get bigger and bigger?

He pushed his bicycle towards Hulu Alley, laughing as he went.

Four or five young men gathered around.

Wu Zhijun was timid, looking at the four or five young people, he knew that he had encountered something, and he shrank his neck and was about to go back.

One of the thinnest young men, who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, rushed to the front, didn't say anything, jumped up and kicked it, and before he could kick Wu Zhijun, he lost his balance and fell to the ground, crying "ouch, ouch, ouch".

"How long can you endure it? Dare to hit my brother. Another tall young man grabbed Wu Zhijun in his chest.

"I—I didn't hit him. He fell on his own. "Wu Zhijun really didn't make a move.

The young man slapped me, "You make me blind!" Did you fight or not? ”

Several other people also stepped forward and started their hands. Wu Zhijun's physical fitness is not as good as that of ordinary people, how can he be the opponent of these four or five people? was beaten and screamed.

There were a lot of onlookers, but some people laughed and some said cool things, but no one stepped forward to help him.

After only a few moments, Wu Zhijun was beaten and knelt on the ground with his face covered in blood.

"Let me ask you again, did you beat my brother?" The tall young man squatted in front of Wu Zhijun and asked loudly.

"Hit, hit." Wu Zhijun was afraid of being beaten, so he could only follow the other party's words. But the middle finger of his right hand kept jumping, and he wanted to kill these people.

"For the sake of life, I can endure it!" Wu Zhijun secretly warned himself in his heart, "I am different from them, I have to work very hard and be very careful to live, I can't fight with them." ”

"Go and admit your mistake to your little grandfather." The young man commanded.

Wu Zhijun honestly knelt in front of the little kid, "Little grandpa, I was wrong. You have a lot of them, so spare me this time! ”

"Aha!" Those bad youths applauded and laughed, thinking that Wu Zhijun had said it well. Some of the other onlookers despised it, some ridiculed it, and some felt that there was no drama to watch and slowly left.

Behind the crowd, there was a woman in red, with a goose egg face, extremely beautiful appearance, she also shook her head speechlessly, feeling that this deaf martial artist was surnamed Wu, and she didn't even have a little temper, what kind of surname is Wu.

Wu Zhijun saw the woman in red, and he also understood the contempt on her face, he looked at the woman blankly.

At this time, Wu Zhijun thought of his mother, the doctor who stayed abroad. If she hadn't abandoned herself, then her identity would be equal to this woman, and maybe she would have grown up in this city, maybe she would still be good friends with these little gangsters, at least she wouldn't be so humiliated by them as outsiders?

"Mom, why did you abandon me?" Wu Zhijun thought so in his confused head, and muttered out loud in his mouth.

"Hey! Xiao Guo, he calls your sister Mom! Teach him a lesson! The tall young man said with a smile.

Xiao Guo is the fourteen or fifteen-year-old young man -- in fact, he is not a young man, he is just a teenager. He grabbed Wu Zhijun's hair and fought headlessly.

People who don't know how to fight must think that these children don't have much strength, and they definitely don't fight well. In fact, the opposite is true, the more you can fight, the more serious your attack will be, and you know how to avoid important parts and not beat people to a very dangerous level - except for drunkenness, of course. The more you can't fight, the less serious your attack is.

Wu Zhijun didn't dare to fight back, and was beaten by a fourteen or fifteen-year-old little hairy boy with a blue nose and swollen face.

"I just want to start a small business to support my family, have I offended anyone? Don't fight anymore, don't fight again. "Wu Zhijun really shed tears.

That Xiao Guo was also tired, and pointed at his nose and scolded: "There are rules for doing business, Lao Tzu beats you, he teaches you the rules!" ”

Wu Zhijun covered his bleeding nose and asked, "What rules, you say, I will abide by them." "He thought it was all about money, and to be honest, he was not less extorted money.

That Xiao Guo was completely brainless, and announced loudly: "My rule is that when you meet me in the future, you have to call me grandpa, and when you meet my sister, you have to call grandma!" "I don't want this grandparents to be husband and wife at all, and it doesn't match his sister and brother!

The people around also heard that something was wrong and secretly laughed.

Xiao Guo's sister also heard that something was wrong, "Brother! Come home with me, don't be embarrassed here. ran into the circle and dragged Xiao Guo away.

Wu Zhijun knelt on the ground dejectedly, and heard the woman in red encouraging: "My brother has grown up...... This deaf man is really annoying, he is a person like shit, and he dares to look at me with sinister eyebrows. Hum! ”

Xiao Guo said: "I will beat him twice more in the future......"

The sister and brother walked away with a smile and a smile.

Wu Zhijun's right hand lying on the ground was beating very violently with his middle finger. In fact, he carried a knife in his arms, which he had bought specifically for self-defense. He tried to pull out the knife countless times, rushed over and stabbed the little kid to death, and told his sister, "I'm a man too!" But he held back again and again.

Because his dream is to make a lot of money, to be successful, and to make everyone look up to him. He can't turn himself into a murderer for the sake of these little things.

Before he killed the woman in red Guo on May 26, 88, he was beaten four or five times by Xiao Guo and others, and each time he was extremely humiliating, and even once he even spilled urine on his head.

That morning, he sat in his little house with a barbecue and steamed buns, which was also his bedroom, and thought about it for a long time. Can the business still go on? Really, those thugs don't care if you're dead or alive, they just want to humiliate people and gain a sense of superiority.

Do you really want to leave the city? No, never, he believed that his mother, Su Tiemei, was still in the city, and he had to find her.

He took out a small knife and sharpened it on the whetstone for a long time.

Then, as usual, he grilled a pot of meat buns, put them on the back rack of his bicycle, and pushed the bicycle out the door.

It was a windy day, and the wind and sand in the northwest were very strong, and in weather like this, he would have taken a day off because business was not very good. But today, even a meat bun can't be sold, and he has to go out.

Because he wants to kill. He wants to prove that he is a man, a man with a temper.

Guo's family is indeed a relatively wealthy family and owns several houses. Guo - that is, Xiao Guo's sister lives in a yard because she is an adult.

Wu Zhijun pushed his bicycle and walked the streets and alleys as usual, and soon came to Guo's yard.

Xiao Guo is only fourteen or fifteen years old, so he is relatively close to his sister, and it is very likely that he is in this courtyard.

At the beginning of the yard, Wu Zhijun leaned his bicycle against the wall and slipped into the yard.

eavesdropped outside the door of the inner room for a while, but heard Guo's happy singing.

Wu Zhijun closed his eyes and shook his head silently, thinking of the picture of Xiao Guo bullying himself for a while, and thinking of the mother who ruthlessly abandoned him. When he opened his eyes, his eyes were already full of murderous energy.

He slammed the door open and stepped inside.

"Wu Deaf?" Guo turned around and said disdainfully: "What are you doing here?" Get out of here, or I'll tell my brother to clean you up!" ”

"You bitch! Why forsake me! Wu Zhijun roared angrily and pulled out his knife and pounced on Guo.

"Help!" Guo was finally a little scared, and while shouting, he jumped up and fought with Wu Zhijun.

Wu Zhijun just stabbed with a knife frantically, and he didn't feel a trace of fear. Even if he died, he would kill the hateful woman in front of him before he died.

A person with a will to die is not afraid of anything.

Guo fell in a pool of blood, and there was no life in her eyes now, only fear. She couldn't understand until she died, why was a useless person like Wu Deaf was so terrible?

Wu Zhijun looked at Guo's corpse and let out a sigh of satisfaction, and he gracefully shook off the blood on the blade. At that moment, he even hoped that someone would come, because he wanted to kill a few more.

However, no one came.

He calmly wiped the blood stains on the knife on Guo's body, and then poured hot water to wash his hands.

That day, he didn't sell a single meat bun, but he was smiling all day. The feeling after the killing was too relaxed and comfortable.

Ren Qiuling had already thrown away the pistol, pinned the flashlight behind her waist, and opened the posture of free fighting to prepare to teach Wu Zhijun a lesson.

But Wu Zhijun was like a tree snake waiting for a bird, sticking his head straight out, and stood motionless at the mouth of the altar diagonally above.

However, he suddenly smiled. It was a satisfied smile that hung on his scaly face, so evil, so weird.

"Bone bones!" The jar resounded with the sound of insects wriggling underground.

Wu Zhijun stretched out a large part of his body from the mouth of the altar. If it were to be in normal proportions, what he was now sticking out of the body would include the area from the waist down to the tip of his toes. But Wu Zhijun was waist-length down, and he no longer had feet, and instead of them, something similar to a snake's body.

The upper part of the snake's body is still covered with fish scales, but the lower part of the snake's belly grows the same large rectangular snake scales, which are the same as the scales on the belly of the pit viper.

"Bone bones!" Wu Zhijun smiled, and more snake bodies emerged from the mouth of the altar, bending into an "S" shape like a real snake, looking ready to attack.

Ren Qiuling tried to keep her composure, but her knees trembled slightly. Now even she has no confidence in whether she can deal with Wu Zhijun without a gun. She had to admit that Wu Zhijun was indeed not what it used to be.

Wu Zhijun took in the changes in Ren Qiuling, and felt joy from the deepest part of his heart.

Because he has been abused since childhood, he can keenly feel the slightest emotional changes in others. Of course, his self-esteem is also much stronger than others'. He was desperate for respect because it was something he had never had in his life.

He was pushing his bicycle to sell at the train station, and outside the crowd, there was a woman in red who stood out. He looked at it twice, and the woman walked away with a mocking smile.

That woman, in fact, just raised the corners of her mouth slightly, but Wu Zhijun felt that he had been seriously hurt. He was familiar with that look, that look, and that he was used to seeing - contempt.

"This woman must die." He clenched the knife he had hidden in his arms.

How many women may not understand why they want to die until they die.

"Actually, I'm about the same as you, if my mother hadn't left me, I'd be at least a regular worker now, and I might be even better than you! Maybe you'll ask me to look at you, and I'm impatient to look at it. Tell me about you, what is there to be proud of? "He used to say this to a corpse that had no signs of life after killing someone.

The female corpse lay silently at his feet with staring at his empty eyes.

He wiped the blood from the knife and swaggered out of the room.

"All the women who died under my knife deserved it, because they didn't know what a respectable person I was. If they dare to despise me, I will let them die. They are too stupid to deserve sympathy at all. Wu Zhijun thought.

But there is one victim who is innocent, and that is the deceased in the 98.730 case.

He noticed the girl because she had a goose-egg face, which resembled his mother's. It was a well-behaved and cute little girl who liked to eat her own meat buns. Every time she saw herself, she would affectionately call "Uncle Wu!" Instead of calling yourself "Wu Deaf!" like other children! ”

But Wu Zhijun has seen too much, he knows that when this little girl grows up, she will still become those annoying women in red, and she will be disdainful of herself. She's so beautiful, it's something that's definitely going to happen.

Anyway, after killing the little girl, I didn't have a good time, and I was depressed for a long time. Fortunately, I met Dong Fengxian.

"Bone bones!" The sound of worms wriggling sounded again, and more snakes emerged from the mouth of the altar.

The snake body exposed outside the altar alone plus the human body is already more than ten meters long.

Ren Qiuling's eyes looked at Wu Zhijun, and then quietly aimed at the gun that was thrown on the altar, and she calculated in her heart what kind of action to use to pick up the gun back in her hand as soon as possible.

Wu Zhijun suddenly twisted his head, and his neck bones made a crunching sound - he was ready to make a move.

Ren Qiuling looked up and saw that Wu Zhijun's back suddenly stretched out two huge black wings. If you look at the shape alone, it looks like a bat's wings, and it is also a thin layer of flesh supported by a bone frame, forming wings, which are also covered with a layer of hair. Of course, Wu Zhijun's wings are much larger, with a wingspan of about six or seven meters wide.

As Wu Zhijun's wings were fully opened, the cave suddenly became dark.

Ren Qiuling rolled forward, grabbing the gun in her hand with her short-term memory, but she felt that her hair was gently pulled. This surprise was not trivial, she rolled on her side, hit the wall of the cave directly, raised the gun in one hand, and touched the flashlight on her waist with the other.

She put the flashlight and gun together again, took a deep breath, and suddenly flashed the flashlight in front of her.

"Silk!" She took a big breath and prepared to shoot as soon as the flashlight shone on Wu Zhijun.

The light of the flashlight was a little yellow, but it was bright enough, and Ren Qiuling's front was empty, and there was nothing. The mouth of the clay jar was empty. On the vent above the jar, a female corpse was blocked there, completely blocking the vent.

Wu Zhijun disappeared, and he was really a soft bone.