The next moment, the scythe that was stuck deep in his shoulder trembled, and the man holding the wooden stick seemed to shake violently in fright under such a gaze.

However, he clearly did not show any hostility or murderous intent, and the young man holding the wooden stick met his gaze and turned pale.

It was a half-old child beside him, whose eyes were clear, and said with reluctance:

"Brother, what did this person do wrong, you want to treat him like this, obviously when the hooligan leper of the Wang family bullied you yesterday, you didn't even have the courage to wave your fists, why did you come to bully others today?"

The young man's face suddenly turned fierce, and he was about to draw his scythe: "What do you know! That hooligan bully of the Wang family, no matter how bad he is, will only bully and bully an honest person like me! A dead ghost like this sick man is the most harmful." ”

Who knew that the palm of his hand had just been strengthened, but the sickle could not be drawn, and he raised his eyes in horror.

Seeing that the ugly monster who was unable to sit on the ground had the strength out of nowhere, he held the blade, and the blood in his palm was gushing wildly, and his face was expressionless.

The man was so frightened that he drew his scythe and cursed angrily, "Filthy pariah!"

Someone immediately shouted: "I don't know when I will kill him if I smash him like this, and we will not suffer from the sins of this death, go and lead a horse!"

No one wants to touch the sick homeless.

When Qi Yu heard the words of leading the horse, he suddenly knew in his heart what this group of people were going to do?

The rope around his neck tightened suddenly, and he was dragged to the ground, while the long pole was tightly tied to the horse's belly.

The old villager smoked a cigarette stick, and said with disgust and compassion in his eyes: "We are all honest people who eat honest food, even if you are a sinful pariah, you will inevitably have some evil consequences on your hands, and now your life and death will be decided by this beast, if the night passes, and you are still alive, it is that God will not accept your life, and we will not dare to kill you casually, so we will let you live." ”

The old man was evidently very well-known in the village, and his words were exchanged for praise and praise for his kindness and kindness, and for always leaving room for his work.

The rope around Qi Yu's neck suddenly tightened, and he was dragged behind a horse amid the cheers and cheers of the people.

He crawled in the dust and mud, slowly raising his head, his blood-stained eyes revealing a flat gaze.

The horse in front heard his master whistle and neigh, and subconsciously raised his front hooves to run.

But as soon as the front hooves were raised, they were suddenly retracted, and the horse looked back at the bloodied figure, and a pair of dark eyes stared at him deeply.

His gaze was calm.

Its eyes were very gentle, and it slowly lowered the horse's hooves, turned around and walked in the direction of Qi Yu.

The cheers of the crowd stopped abruptly, and someone angrily said, "What are you dead beasts doing!"

You can also touch sick ghosts! Lao Tzu raised you so big, but he didn't let you get contaminated with these dirty diseases. ”

The horse's owner raised his whip and left a trail of blood on his buttocks, preventing it from turning back.

The horse was in pain, and subconsciously ran two steps in the opposite direction of Qi Yu, Qi Yu was dragged, and the flesh rubbed on the ground for a distance before hearing a trace of aggrieved neighing.

The horse turned forward, but sat on the ground and refused to go.

The master was furious, and waved a few more whips, but to no avail, but the sick man could not let it go, and with a ruthless heart, he took out a small knife to cut melons and stabbed the horse in the buttocks, and the blood stimulated the ferocity of the animal after all.

At this moment, he ran wildly between the mountain roads as if he were crazy.

Qi Yu didn't say a word, he was dragged all night, his arms and chest were dragged into a bloody blur, and his already unrecognizable face was even more miserable.

Rao is like this, he still can't die.

The body of the ghostly beast, which had lost its strength and decayed, was still haunted by curses, and he could not die.

After running all night, the horses were exhausted, wheezing and foaming at the mouth.

Of course, the owner was reluctant to let the horses he had at home die of exhaustion, and quickly untied the ropes.

The people gathered around again and poked with their sticks at the dead man who was lying motionless on the ground.

Qi Yu's cheeks were buried in the bloody dirt, feeling the malicious temptation of the few wooden sticks on his body, and he felt like he had come down the mountain for the first time to the world, and when he saw a country child bullying a stray and weak dog, he poked the dying and dirty thing on the ground with a branch in his hand.

Now, in the eyes of people, he is even more disgusting and disgusting than the stray dog.

He rolled over and looked up at the sky.

Immediately, many people exclaimed: "Oh my god! How can this person be dragged by a horse all night and still alive!"

"Monster!

Qi Yu turned his eyes slightly sideways, and looked at this group of cloth-clothed villagers with a cold gaze: "It's dawn, I'm still alive, so do you plan to fulfill your promise and let me go, or continue to torture me for Tianxingdao." ”

"Phew!" a woman spat on the ground and said angrily, "You filthy thing, you might as well burn it with a fire, who is willing to waste its strength to torture you!"

"Yes, yes, Aunt Liu'er reminded us of this, go get the tung oil torch!"

Sure enough, this group of people still didn't keep their word.

When the cold tung oil sprinkled on his body like rain, it dipped into the wound and hurt fiercely, like a sharp knife, picking apart his erosive flesh.

What is unbearable is that the greasy and disgusting feeling is really unpleasant!

Boom!

The torches came and set the earth on fire, and the fire burned his hair, his clothes, and his skin.

Dawn is sometimes more than just breaking through the darkness to bring people a warm glimmer of light.

The fire of dawn can destroy everything.

Qi Yu lived for twenty-five years, suffering from the cold curse, and today he can realize that this fire torture is also very difficult.

He struggled to prop himself up, his skin still turning a charred color in the blazing skylight, and the bloody skin cracked through the blood-red flesh as he struggled to get up, tearing out scarlet blood.

Staggered, under the frightened eyes of everyone, he fought!

He looked at the rows of people on the road in front of him, his head staggering weakly, his voice hoarse from the fire, his lungs aching as if they were about to be roasted, and the mere act of speaking became a great pain.

He said, "Get out of the way, get out of the way." ”

So, people get out of the way.

He was covered in fire, and the people were afraid and did not come near.

Just watched him sway, staggering, and walking towards the depths of the forest with his body staggered.

The people looked at each other and followed each other closely, until when they saw the sick and dead ghost walking over a hillside, he finally rolled down weakly, and the dust extinguished the fire on him, and the whole person leaned on the hillside in a decadent manner, and it seemed that the last bit of spirit had been worn away.

People seemed to be captured by the shocking scene before them, because from the beginning to the end, from the stone to the fire, the man did not make a single sound of pain.

It wasn't until the figure fell that an unrealistic feeling suddenly rose in their hearts.

Perhaps, this person will lie there, or it won't be long before he will continue to get up and walk away.

It is clear that the remnants of his body have been defeated, it is clear that the road ahead is not reserved for him, and it is clear that there are more malice waiting for him on the road in the future, but why, people think that he can go far.

No one dared to continue to embarrass him, but a little girl sighed, pointed to the small hill behind Qi Yu, and said, "That's the Emperor's Slope......"

Hearing the word emperor, the eyelids of the person lying there motionless seemed to lift, but he never had the extra strength to open his eyes, so he had to slowly hook the corners of his lips, with a bit of interest: "Emperor...... But what is the allusion? ”

People immediately covered the little girl's mouth, as if they felt that such a pure and innocent child would pollute himself by saying a word to this sick person.

But the little girl dodged flexibly, a pair of innocent big eyes full of little stars, and said excitedly: "This is the Emperor Slope, haven't you heard of it? It's so useless, this is the land of heroes." ”

Qi Yu really didn't know how this ordinary little slope overgrown with weeds had become the place of heroes that the little girl longed for, and he smiled weakly.

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