Chapter 5 Sigh the misery of the world

On this day, at the south gate of Fuliu Town, three young people and a man wearing a cloak who couldn't tell his age came. Of the three young men, two were men and one was women. A man smiled, a man yawned. The woman standing next to the two of them had a cloudy face and a heavy heart.

The smiling man wore a purple crown, and he turned over and dismounted, and stepped into the town first. The short-haired man behind him hesitated for a moment, then dismounted as well.

So only two of them were still on horseback.

"Qin Yushan killed more than 100 martial artists, isn't it indiscriminate killing of innocents?" The woman looked at the direction where the smiling man left, and her voice was cold.

"What they asked for is not bad rules. A careless old voice came from the other horse behind him.

"Qin Yushan killed thirteen members of their family before, does it count?" the woman's eyes were gloomy. 、

"Isn't it just a few mortals, kill it, kill it. The tone was flat and unemotional.

The woman's face was like frost, and the old man on horseback was wearing a cloak, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

Twenty miles away, in the mountain valley, there were more than a hundred corpses. All the corpses were pale, and it stands to reason that these dead people were seriously injured, so there would be a thick bloody atmosphere and tragic blood stains in the canyon, but strangely, there was neither the smell of blood nor the traces of blood in this canyon.

In addition to the sound of the wind, there was the lonely breathing of the horses.

On the ground in the center of the canyon, there is a broken halberd, and on one side of the broken halberd, there is a man who is dying, but not dead. And here, it is the only place in the entire canyon where there is blood.

He was slapped and broke the halberd and half of his throat, and the person who did it did not directly kill him, the purpose was to let him die in the most painful situation.

The man was lying on the ground, the piercing breathing sound came from his throat, his eyes were completely invisible, the blood in his ears kept flowing outward, he couldn't shout, he couldn't hear, and he couldn't move. The man pressed one hand on the left side of his neck. In one hand, he holds a small stone. The last thing he could do was hold the little stone.

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Ten years ago, Fengkou Village.

"Daddy, look at this stone that Tuan Tuan picked up for you, is it beautiful?" A little girl carved in pink and jade held a small stone high in front of a man, her eyes narrowed into a small crescent.

"It's good-looking, the things that Tuan Tuan gave to my dad are all good-looking. This is also the answer that fathers all day over the world say to their daughters.

The little girl pouted, a little dissatisfied with her father's answer.

"You look good every time I give you something, huh!"

"I won't find you something nice next time!"

The crop man scratched his head, he really thought it was very good-looking.

The little girl looked at her father with a dull look and laughed.

The farmer looked at his daughter and laughed, and he laughed too.

This one big and one small, like two fools, keep having fun.

The little girl was dressed in a shabby cloth dress, but she was smiling happily.

There are dozens of families in Fengkou Village, among which the farmer's family is the largest family in Fengkou Village, with a total of 14 people, old and young.

As the saying goes, "The tree is divided, and the child is divided." ”

It stands to reason that their family should be the same, except for large families such as rich people in a village, ordinary people will not have such a large portal scale.

But the three brothers of the farmer couldn't bear to see their old man alone, he had suffered all his life, he was about to leave when he was old, and his sons were all separated, what is the matter.

So the three brothers thought about serving the old man first and then talking about the separation of the family, which is strange to say, the old man, who was not as good as the day by day, looked at the seven or eight little grandchildren in the family, and his spirit was actually getting better day by day.

So this big family has become the largest family in Fengkou Village.

And early that morning, two people came to the village, two weirdos. Two young men with old faces.

Their eyes were bloodshot and their sockets were pitch black. The two of them had young faces, but they had black and white hair. The two of them came to the entrance of the village, breathing heavily, and they shook their heads and sniffed something with their noses, like beggars who had been hungry for days, smelling the smell of food.

A man with a hoe passed by them wearing a hat, and as he passed, he looked sideways at them, and as if they were destitute and asked for food, he didn't pay much attention to it, and went to farm.

When the man with the hoe left, he thought that he must catch a few little crabs for his little girl today, and every time he went out, he sent something to his father, so he had to send something to the little girl today.

The farmer smiled in his eyes and went to farm with satisfaction.

It wasn't until dusk that the hat man came back, not wearing the hat, but hanging it behind him. When he arrived at the entrance of the village, his face was tired, but he looked happy.

The man carried a hoe in his right hand and a small basket in his left hand, which he had made improvised from rattan and contained a few small crabs that he had caught for his family.

He carried his hoe into the village, and thought it was strange, because it was usually this time of the day, when all the laborers in the village had gone out to farm, they had returned.

And today, it's unusual.

The man had a bad feeling in his heart, so he quickened his pace. When he got to the house where he could see his house, he saw that the lights were dense in front of his house, so he threw down his hoe and ran instead.

rushed to the door of his house in one go, and found that the door had been surrounded by people from the village. So he pushed away with his hand those who were in his way, and when they saw that it was a man with a hat, they all got out of the way.

He frantically pushed through the crowd until he reached the front of the crowd. I didn't enter the house, but I saw my own house, there were officers and soldiers standing, but I didn't see my daughter. Thinking about it further, two officers and soldiers stood in front of him:

"Idlers are not allowed to enter. The voice was cold. Then each stretched out a hand to stop the man.

Then the two officers and soldiers were pushed out by the red-eyed officers and soldiers. The officers and soldiers who stood up were about to draw their knives to arrest people, but they were held down by a hand.

"It should be the survivor of this family, let him go. A voice came from behind the officers and soldiers.

The officers and men who were about to make a move heard that it was their own leader, and put away their knives again

The man rushed into the house, saw what he saw, and the basket containing the crab in his hand fell to the ground.

Then the people outside the house heard the man's heart-rending cry.

All night, the people of the village listened to the man's cry in pain to the marrow until dawn the next day. But it's not that the man didn't cry, it's because his voice couldn't make a sound.

The man's memory came here, and then he silently finished a sentence in his heart.

In the end, he lost his breath.

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Today's Fengkou Village.

Since thirteen people died in that family, Fengkou Village has become much colder. On this day, a dark-skinned old man carried a jug of wine to the east side of the village.

To the east of the village is a hill, which is not high. The old man carried the wine from the foot of the mountain and walked step by step to the top of the mountain.

At the top of the hill, there are graves, fourteen.

Old Khan opened the seal of the jug and sat down on the edge of the fourteen tombs. Here, there is one of the smallest tombs.

And the owner of this tomb is the one who built the fourteen tombs here. By the time he was gone, he had already built his own grave.

He placed two bowls in front of the smallest tomb, and after pouring two bowls of wine, Old Khan picked up the bowl in front of him. He slowly raised his hand and took a small sip of wine.

The liquor enters the throat, sighing the misery of the world, in the heart.