The killer stayed there for a while, and the deceased's friend was not reconciled, and picked up a stone on the side of the road and aimed it at the murderer. A stone goes down, and the murderer dies.

Perhaps it alarmed the gods, and the whole mountain began to loosen, and the stones that grew on the top of the mountain began to fall down one after another. And the robber was sitting on the top of the hill at this time, watching this scene, and his heart was blank, and he did not know whether to be happy or to cry.

Just as the robber felt pity for those who had died, countless people gathered around, but the moon wheel secretly burrowed out of the clouds, and the heavy rain stopped. Countless sword lights chilled the trees on this mountain, and also frightened the wolves watching from afar into fleeing far away, as if they would never dare to come to this place again. And the gods hiding in the shadows are also crying quietly at this time, but when the wind blows, what can they hear?

Only the roars of countless pursuers echoed in the heavens and the earth, and it seemed that the robber would surely die today. And the robber is not reconciled, and he does not do anything wrong, why should he be subject to such a criminal law?

"Kill him, he deserves to die, he must be killed." Someone shouted loudly, his throat was bleeding, and he ignored it, as if the blood that came out was not his own.

"He's looked at my woman, I've got to look at his bones now!" Someone roared like this, and because of the force he used too hard, he slipped on the muddy mountain road and fell into the abyss. "I die without regrets!"

For a moment there was silence again on the mountain, and only the robber sat in the midst of the people, weeping faintly, and the men's swords were raised high, and the cold light of the sword blinded one of them in one eye.

"I don't think we need to kill him, just peel off his skin, so that we can use his skin to cover the drum and warn future generations forever that we can't do such ugly things again.

"Okay." There are quite a few who agree.

And the robber remained in the midst of the crowd, waiting for them to come and skin him, but he was not reconciled, and it was impossible to escape.

"No, this peeling is not very good, troublesome, it's better to eat him directly, anyway, I dare to eat!" One of them proposed.

When the man had said this, he really took a soak of, squatted on the ground and ate it, and the people who watched him vomited incessantly.

The robber was really frightened and trembling at this time, and it was the first time for him to face such an unreasonable person. However, he also had a big stick in his hand at this time, and it seemed that it was not so easy to kill him!

In a moment the people rushed forward, and the bandit's stick blossomed in the midst of the crowd, and the man in the middle began to cry out to heaven, and the man with the severed hand went about on the hillside looking for herbs. And the cunning ones ran to the edge of the mountain, and when they saw the long vines, they slipped down the mountain with their hands and feet.

There was only one fool who stood in front of the robber, and he kept roaring, as if he wanted to kill him in the vast night.

The robber glanced at the fool, threw away the stick in his hand, took the burden on his shoulder, patted the dust off his body, and left.

The rain stopped falling, and lightning began to pierce the night sky, and a stone was struck and shattered into countless pieces. The stones blocked the robber's path, but he jumped over it, and passed away like the wind in the darkness.

Shaoqiu still stayed in his house, the sky was already cold, and it was raining outside, and the sound of the rain was like crying. Shaoqiu didn't pay much attention to the legend that there were ghosts in the house, but he still felt a little uncomfortable after staying inside for too long.

He went out of the house and stood on a broken stone in front of the door, looking out at the Grim Mountains in the distance. The moon is cold, shining on this Grim Mountain, so that this Grim Mountain is also cold, at this time anyone dares to climb this Grim Mountain?

Shaoqiu stayed in front of his house like this, and suddenly heard a cry, and this cry obviously came from the Grim Mountain, even if it was covered by the rain curtain, he could still hear it so clearly. The cry came and went, like a flickering wind, and in the midst of the wind it seemed as if someone was shouting his name.

If it weren't for the literati, Shaoqiu would really be scolding ugly things, what was his intention to call other people's names casually in such a dark night? However, Shaoqiu didn't do anything, just listened quietly, but when he listened carefully, he didn't seem to hear anything.

The next day, Shaoqiu carried a hoe and went up to his own field on the mountain, in this field, his seedlings are growing gratifyingly, and it won't be long before they can be harvested, right? Shaoqiu kept hoeing the grass in his field, and the grass in the field was too rampant at this time, and he was about to cover the crops, could he do it without hoeing?

Then he saw the flower girl again, and she was sitting on the side, constantly rummaging with a little lice on a rock. And the lice didn't know why he didn't cooperate at this time, he had to get into her place, it seemed that if he didn't do this, his life would really be gone. And this flower girl couldn't care so much, so she let go of a flat pole in her hand, and quietly lowered her pants a little, revealing a line of whiteness. She was talking like this, of course, Shaoqiu knew that she was talking about herself, but Shaoqiu didn't dare to come forward to watch anything.

The sunset was already hanging in the sky, and the evening breeze kept blowing, and I didn't know if Hua Gu's lice had been found, but it was already night.

Hua Gu finally sighed in disappointment, carried her back basket, and left along the sheep intestine path.

At this time, the dog master came out of the woods again, and the big knife in his hand kept shooting out cold light, so that this Shaoqiu did not dare to look at it directly.

The dog master followed this flower girl and went, but not far away, the flower girl sang a merry song for some reason, and a laughter echoed in the sky, of course, this laughter was not Shaoqiu's. He was toiling in his field, otherwise what would he eat, and the little flower, who had been busy on the mountain for a day, called it a day, and walked past him.

Seeing that there is still so much grass in this young autumn field, the small flowers will not leave, and if the grass is not hoeed again, it will rain tomorrow, but it will be difficult to do. And this night is coming, Shaoqiu will definitely not be able to get it alone, so Xiaohua stopped at the edge of this big field, and also walked into this field, and drafted for this Shaoqiu hoe.

However, when helping, Xiaohua just refused to talk to herself, kept her head down, and kept busy, of course she was quite enthusiastic. Shaoqiu saw her legs at this time, these legs were so white, and the light emitted was so ecstatic. There was no one on the mountain, and no birds could be heard, but the wind was constantly howling, and the fallen leaves in the trees kept falling down, which made people cry.

The grass in the field, after a day of sunburning, is already quite soft, and at night it is like a mosquito net, and the wind is mixed with a rare fragrance.

And Xiaohua was standing beside her, and the smell spread from her body made this Shaoqiu almost unable to walk, the charm of her long hair when she shook up, and the rustling sound when she mowed the grass, it was so comfortable at this time.

Shaoqiu doesn't know what's wrong with herself, is she sick?

Xiaohua helped for a while, and then left silently, so that Shaoqiu, who stayed on this big mountain, was quite melancholy for a while, and the empty grass fell to the ground, and the night was also hung in vain in the sky.

Shaoqiu hoeed the grass for a while and returned to his house.