The hoe in his hand was still trembling slightly, obviously, he did not give up the idea of punishing Zhao Rui.

His hand was still tightly gripping the hoe, his muscles trembling slightly because of the excessive force, like a taut string, and the obvious green tendons were crawling on the back of his hand.

His anger, though diluted by the scene before him, did not disappear, but was temporarily overshadowed by pain and sorrow.

The entire village fell silent, with only the occasional birdsong breaking the solemn atmosphere.

Zhao Rui looked at his big-headed father, and the corner of his mouth still had that creepy smile.

The big-headed father looked up, the tears and snot in his eyes had blurred his vision, but his eyes had become extraordinarily determined.

He spread his legs and stood firmly on the ground, like a mountain that would not fall.

He clenched the hoe in his hand hard, as if he was challenging Zhao Rui, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a fierce smile, as if to say, even if you die, you will be pulled into the water.

The father of the big head looked at Zhao Rui, and the flame of revenge burned in his eyes.

His body leaned forward, as if he would rush towards Zhao Rui at any moment.

Someone started a round.

"Ari, you...... If you did it, you should apologize......" One villager began to speak, but his voice seemed to be swallowed up by fear, and became a silent whisper.

"Yes, the big head and his father are not unreasonable......"

"Don't be so tough, apologize well, it's over if you are beaten twice, don't do this in the future......"

Zhao Rui still didn't speak, his lips trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of fierce smiles.

The hoe in the big head's father's hand rose slowly, but with an unstoppable force, as if it were an omen of what was to come.

At this time, the small mountain village seemed to be shrouded in a huge clutche, and the oppressive atmosphere was almost impossible to breathe.

The air around them almost froze, and people's breathing became a little rapid.

"Dad, I beg you to !!" The Big Head's cry silenced the surroundings for a moment, and as the Big Head shouted, blood gushed from the wound on his mouth.

The father of the big head was stunned, and then finally put down the hoe and let Zhao Rui go, he shouted coldly: "Get out!" ”

Zhao Rui hurriedly turned his head and ran.

The big-headed father stood there, his eyes fixed on the direction in which Zhao Rui had fled, his heart full of pain and anger.

His hand, still holding the hoe tightly, was bruised, and the skin on the back of his hand was a little pale from the force.

He looked at his son, saw his body trembling with fear, saw his eyes that were tearful with pain, and his heart was like an awl, piercing his heart fiercely.

The people around them were silent, their eyes wandering between the father of the big head and the big head, their hearts full of doubts and worries.

The father of the big head looked at the big head, and his eyes were full of deep love and reluctance.

His hand slowly let go, and the hoe fell heavily to the ground, making a dull sound, as if all the heaviness and helplessness in his heart fell to the ground together.

He lowered his head, slowly bent down, carefully picked up his big head, gently stroked his head, and choked up and said to him, "Son, I can't help you." ”

At this time, the small mountain village was dead silent, as if even the wind had stopped blowing, and only the intermittent choking sound of the big-headed father echoed in the air.

Zhao Rui fled the small mountain village along the mountain path, his heart filled with anger and humiliation.

He clenched the knife in his hand, his eyes flashed with cunning and indifference, and a sinister smile rose at the corners of his mouth, as if to foretell an impending storm.

The sun gradually set, and only the afterglow remained, and the orange sky set everything in silence and solemnity.

On both sides of the path where Zhao Rui fled the mountain village, the sparse reeds swayed gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound.

The sound of his heartbeat echoed through the empty field, as if it resounded throughout the twilight.

At this moment, Gong Yiyu appeared beside him, her steps were so quiet as if she didn't belong to this world, she smiled, cold as snow, bright as a star.

Her voice was crisp and sharp, like the wind blowing through an open field at night, making people feel a chill.

"I can help you." Gong Yiyu's smile became even more obvious, as if mocking Zhao Rui's powerlessness.

Zhao Rui stopped suddenly, he raised his head, the pain and shame in his eyes burned like flames, but he didn't flinch because of this, but looked directly at Gong Yiyu, like a challenge.

A sneer tugged at the corner of his mouth, but it couldn't hide the horror and anger in his eyes.

Gong Yiyu's gaze was like cold moonlight, and her words were as sharp as knives, stabbing into Zhao Rui's heart:

"Some people are not human, just like some animals never want to be animals, you say, is it more terrible for people to have a heart for animals, or is it more terrible for animals to have a heart for animals?"

Zhao Rui's face changed for a while, and his heartbeat accelerated instantly, like a torrent.

The smile on the corner of his mouth was even colder, and his eyes were more fierce, like a beast in the night, with its teeth and claws, ready to pounce on its prey at any time.

He looked at Gong Yiyu, the embarrassment and shame in his eyes were overwhelmed by fierce anger, and his body tensed, like a beast ready to attack at any moment.

His fingers trembled slightly, and he clenched the knife in his hand as if waiting for something.

Gong Yiyu looked at Zhao Rui, her smile was like cold moonlight, illuminating his heart.

She slowly straightened up, her eyes looked at Zhao Rui deeply, as if she had seen through his heart.

The surrounding fields were even quieter in the night, with only the occasional sound of insects chirping in the distance breaking the silence.

Zhao Rui's breathing sound and Gong Yi's clear and audible melodious words were particularly harsh.

Gong Yiyu gently pulled out a torn book from his arms, the book looked a little old, the surface was shabby, the yellowed pages and the dull ink all revealed an old atmosphere.

Zhao Rui can't help but wonder how many years this book has gone through and how many human sufferings it has witnessed.

Gong Yiyu handed the book to Zhao Rui, he hesitated to take it, opened the page, his eyes wandered over the page, his eyes gradually deepened, as if he was deeply attracted by the content of the book.

"Where did you get that?" Zhao Rui raised his eyes to look at Gong Yiyu, and a trace of doubt and curiosity flashed in his eyes.

Gong Yiyu didn't answer him, just stretched out his finger and put it to his mouth, smiled lightly, and then pointed into the distance.

Zhao Rui followed her finger and looked, there was the grave circle of the village, and the grave circle in the moonlight looked particularly strange and quiet.

Zhao Rui's heart suddenly tightened, he looked at Gong Yiyu, and didn't know what to do.