Suddenly, from life to death, from death to life, Song Xishi was reborn.

And, and Yang Wei, who went from being confused and frightened to smiling and ecstatic.

The two who came to their senses were like being beaten with chicken blood.

It is inadmissible to say that those who rushed to the blood and fainted to death, among the crowd.

This Yang Wei, who is already strong and powerful like an ox.

was stimulated by his previous words Yang Xiaobao, which was carrying one on his shoulder and one in his hand.

It is easy to be at ease, calm and relaxed, and walk like flying.

Towards the house, which was only a dozen steps away, he Yang Xiaobao, the broken tile house with four walls and was so poor that it clanged, ran away.

Seeing this situation, she Song Xishi was not to be outdone.

Don't look at her Song Xishi, she looks small and exquisite, beautiful like a flower, looks soft and weak, and has no power to restrain the chicken.

The power of love is so great.

At this moment, she Song Xishi simply used the power of the wilderness, holding one in front and one in the back.

It was a big opening and closing, his face was not red, he was not panting, and the wind was blowing under his feet, and he also rushed towards his Yang Xiaobao's broken house.

The two of them are like this, racing against time, scrambling, and enjoying a few back and forth.

And a dozen people who were lying on the ground, staggering from side to side, vomiting blood until they fainted to death.

There is nothing left to move, and it is all clean.

Left, a group of people standing with their big mouths open, stunned, messy in the wind.

looked confused, the egg hurt and hurt, and the old and young masters of Yangjia Village doubted their lives.

And, on the ground, it's messy and dazzling.

It makes people see a creepy and shocking bloody picture.

In the end, everyone was holding back their anger, evil fire and bathing fire...

They all broke up happily.

It's each going back to his own house, each hugging his own baby, and doing that little bit of that has remained the same.

I also vented the anger, the evil fire and the bath fire that I had held all night.

And in the night, there is still a tall, but lonely figure, standing out from the crowd

It looks depressed, lonely, and full of anger and murderous intent.

and another, like a dead dog, slumped to the ground.

His face was full of horror, his expression was dull, his expression was in a trance, his spirit was sluggish, and he was in a state of collapse.

And the face is yellow and thin, skinny, like a dry corpse, a terrifying and terrifying figure.

These two are really terrifying, they are real brothers and sisters, and they sympathize with each other.

Now, it can be regarded as the same enemy.

is also the end of the world...

It is even more pitiful, pathetic, hateful, ridiculous, bitter, precipitous, and miserable.

One is Yang Xiaobao, a five-year-old kid who doesn't even grow hair.

To hate the root of the teeth, grit teeth, and be angry, as a hatred that does not share the sky,

And, he loves and hates Yang Dabao, the village party secretary Yang Youfu.

The other, who is also Yang Xiaobao and Yang Dabao, is the village chief Yang Fugui who loves, hates and fears.

At this moment, he Yang Youfu, that facial features are upright, full of wrinkles, and he can be regarded as an old handsome man's old face.

It is hideous, terrifying and terrifying, distorted and deformed like a hungry ghost Shura.

The deep, eagle falcon, bloodshot, with resentment and angry eyes.

His eyes were split, and he stared deadly.

Not far away, he Yang Xiaobao and Yang Dabao, who were so poor that they were tinkling, and their homes were surrounded by four walls, and they were poor and white.

He was furious, gritted his teeth, and said loudly to himself.

"Yang Xiaobao! Even if you are a prodigy, everything you say is true, everything is true. ”

"I, Yang Youfu, don't believe in the sky, don't believe in the earth, don't believe in gods and ghosts, and I don't believe in it, from your Yang Xiaobao's mouth, what you say is that the destiny of heaven must not be disobeyed. ”

"The fate of my Yang Youfu has always been determined by me. ”

"I, Yang Youfu, for the sake of my loved ones, and the happiness of the second half of my life, I Yang Youfu, I am blessed, I go against the will of heaven, what if I go against the sky?"

"Anyone, if you dare to stop me Yang Youfu from pursuing the happiness of the person I love and my happiness, I Yang Youfu will kill him. ”

"Even if it's you Yang Xiaobao, or your awesome father Yang Dabao, it's no exception. ”

"In this life, I, Yang Fugui, can't get you Chen Yuhuan, what is the joy of life, and what is the fear of death..."

"What's the difference between living in this world and the walking dead, and what's the point?"

See this, hear this.

Yang Fugui looked at the front of him, this one was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Yang Youfu, the village party secretary who made him creepy and terrified.

His face was full of horror, as if he were looking at a monster, and he panicked and got up from the ground.

While lying on the girl, he ran into the darkness without his life.

On the one hand, he fell into madness, yelling, and talking madly.

"Crazy! You're all crazy, you're all crazy..."

"Hahaha!

"I, Yang Fugui, must be crazy myself, and I am also the craziest hopeless madman in the world..."

"It's a dead madman who even goes crazy with his wife and daughter. ”

............

A week later.

Unconsciously, three major events occurred in Yangjia Village, which shook Yangjia Village, and even the entire Shenlong Town, ten miles and eight townships, and everyone.

It can be said that there are two sorrows and one joy.

It can also be said to be a matter of two joys and one sorrow.

The two sorrows are because of the 'death' of two people.

I am happy because of the self-exposed second child, self-abandoning martial arts, self-cutting tendons, no people, ghosts and ghosts, unrecognizable, spurting blood and squirting unconscious, half-dead waste man Yang Dabao.

Yang Fugui, the former village head who immediately took over from him, is going to be the head of Yangjia Village.

The first tragedy is that Yang Youwang, who was shot in the head by Li Tie, was drenched in blood, his brain burst, and he was blind.

He Yang Youwang, who was also a native of Yangjia Village before his death.

After his death, the body was lying at home like that, no one cared about it, and no one went to help Zhang Luo and Yang Youwang's funeral.

No one came to the door to mourn him.

Fortunately, it is March, the spring flowers are blooming, and the climate is not very hot, so it can be said that it is still a little cool.

Otherwise, without any freezing measures, he Yang Youwang's body.

I'm afraid, it's already stinking and full of maggots.

Rao is like this, his Yang Youwang's corpse is also blue, purple, black, and even begins to emit a disgusting corpse odor.

And he Yang Youwang, a luxury villa worth tens of millions.

Except for it that began, stinking, raw maggots, rotting corpses.

Alone, lying out there.

And these days, for him Yang Youwang, this beast father who has done all the bad things in his life and no one cares about him after his death.

It was running from place to place, running all over Yangjia Village, all the families.

It is to beg grandpa, worship grandma, wash his face with tears, and beg bitterly.

Her natural beauty, gentle and cute, still in high school, only 18-year-old baby daughter Yang Baoyu.

But as a result, either to her Yang Baoyu.

It's a sigh, either ignoring it, treating it coldly, or just blasting people out of the door.

But without exception, no one cares and no one helps.

No one is even more sorry for him, who is pitiful and hateful, sad and lamentable, ridiculous, shameful, who died tragically under his Li Gang's gun, and his father Yang Youwang, who died blindly, presided over his posthumous affairs.