Full level ruthless person

Chapter 17 Vicious
The old village chief suddenly turned his head, stared at a person, and shouted: "Zhang Ertie, get out of here."

Among the crowd, there was a dark-skinned middle-aged man, the second eldest son of the Zhang family.

At this time, Zhang Ertie was so frightened that his face turned pale and full of panic, and he subconsciously wanted to retreat.

But the crowd automatically moved away from him, and his surroundings quickly emptied into an empty circle.

Without saying a word, Zhao Dahu rushed over, grabbed his hair, pulled him out of the crowd, threw him to the ground, and stepped on his face.

A group of people from the Zhao family came around fiercely, punching and kicking Zhang Ertie violently.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch~"

Zhang Ertie hugged his head and huddled on the ground, screaming like a slaughtering pig. After a while, his head was broken and bleeding.

"Old village chief, have mercy on me!"

Zhang Ertie's wife rushed out, knelt on the ground, and begged: "This is all my fault. Your old hen ran into my yard and he caught the second hen. I wanted to give it back to you, but I'm very hungry." I got sick in the rain again, so my second brother wanted to replenish my health, so he ate the chicken."

As soon as she finished speaking, Aunt Zhao came over, raised her hand, and slapped Zhang Ertie's wife in the face, causing her to fall to the ground and fell into the mud.

Aunt Zhao was furious: "You bitch, how dare you eat my old hen? Who gave you the courage?"

Immediately, the Zhao family's daughters-in-law gathered around, held down Zhang Ertie's daughter-in-law, pinched her hard, and stabbed her with a needle, causing her to scream in pain.

In this situation, all the villagers were as silent as cicadas.

At this time, Zhang Datie stood up, knelt down in front of the old village chief, and kowtowed: "Old village chief, my brother made a mistake. We plead guilty and accept the punishment, and we will pay for your chicken."

"pay?"

The old village chief snorted coldly: "That old hen can lay eggs, can you afford to pay for it?"

Zhang Dati said in a tearful tone: "There is still some food at home."

That was the food he got from selling his daughter.

The old village chief glanced at his son.

Zhao Dahu understood this, lifted up Zhang Dati, and pushed him to get the food.

Zhang Ertie and his wife continued to be beaten.

It wasn't until Zhao Dahu came back with half a bag of grain that the Zhao family stopped beating him.

Everyone looked at Zhang Ertie and saw that Zhang Ertie was covered in bruises, his hands and feet were severely bent, and he was probably beaten and fractured. It was too miserable to look at.

His wife was also in terrible condition, with needle holes all over her body and blood.

Zhang Datie and his wife hurriedly lifted them up and went home.

The old village chief looked at the villagers and said with a gloomy face: "You've all seen it. This is what you get for doing bad things and trying to deceive me! I also have a big rooster that was stolen. Whoever did it should stand up for themselves. Otherwise, Zhang Ertie will serve as a warning to others!"

The villagers shuddered, but no one responded.

The old village chief frowned, tilted his head and asked Zhao Dahu: "Have you searched them all?"

Zhao Dahu nodded and said: "We searched house to house and only found chicken feathers in Zhang Ertie's house."

The old village chief's eyes flashed and he sneered: "Go and smell their breath. Anyone who has eaten meat will definitely have a different smell in their mouths."

"Yep!"

Zhao Dahu sneered, walked over, and asked the villagers one by one to open their mouths, breathe, and smell their breath.

Xigou squatted on the ground and couldn't help but look up at Fang Zhixing.

Soon, Zhao Dahu walked up to Fang Zhixing.

"big cow!"

Zhao Dahu took a deep look at Fang Zhixing, a hint of disgust appeared in his brows, and said coldly: "Open your mouth."

Fang Zhixing was very cooperative and opened his mouth to let out a sigh of relief.

Zhao Dahu smelled it, suddenly raised his head and backed away, pinched his nose and shouted: "Why does it smell so bad? What the hell did you eat?"

"That's not a smell, it's a medicinal smell."

Fang Zhixing argued: "I was sick, so I got some herbs in the mountains and drank them."

Zhao Dahu didn't believe it, so he touched Zhixing's forehead and felt hot immediately.

He quickly pushed away and scolded: "Get away, don't infect me."

Only then did Zhixing take care of himself and go home.

When we got home, Xigou said excitedly: "Fortunately, you had the foresight to eat some toon to suppress the smell."

Fang Zhixing's expression was very solemn, and he bared his teeth and said: "You can escape the first grade of junior high school, but you can't escape the fifteenth grade!"

The night passed quickly.

Early the next morning, crying suddenly came from the village.Zhang Ertie didn't survive it and died!
His wife also fell into a severe coma and may not survive.

It's not raining today, it's still a bit cloudy, but it might clear up.

Early in the morning, Fang Zhixing and Xigou dragged their sick bodies out of the house.

Instead of getting better, their illnesses are getting worse.

Fang Zhixing was able to hold on for the time being, but the thin dog was deteriorating and even walked with difficulty.

They gritted their teeth and persisted, leaving the village as usual, planning to go hunting in the mountains.

"big cow!"

Suddenly, someone called him from behind.

Fang Zhixing looked back, his pupils couldn't help but shrink, and he saw Zhao Dahu and his group quickly following him.

"Good morning, Uncle Zhao!" Fang Zhixing forced a smile, nodded and bowed.

Zhao Dahu stepped forward and said with a smile: "Da Niu, are you going hunting?"

Fang Zhixing said continuously: "Let's try our luck."

Zhao Dahu hummed and said with a smile: "Uncle, let me discuss something with you. We don't have enough arrows in our hands. How about you lend us some arrows?"

Fang Zhixing's heart skipped a beat, then he quickly took off the quiver and handed it over, saying with an apologetic smile: "Uncle Zhao, you are too polite. Why are you borrowing them? These arrows are useless if I keep them in my hands. I will give them all to you."

Zhao Dahu raised his eyebrows and said happily: "You boy, you are so loyal! In this way, if we hunt something today, we will share it with you."

Fang Zhixing said continuously: "That's great, thank you."

Zhao Dahu stopped talking nonsense and left with his quiver in hand. The group of people were talking and laughing.

Fang Zhixing watched them go away, his face darkening little by little.

Xigou said angrily: "It's too much to bully others, they are clearly robbing me! Damn it, I won't even act anymore!"

Fang Zhixing sent a message: "The old village chief and his family have become more aggressive. They want to cut off my livelihood."

The thin dog asked: "What should I do? How can I hunt without my bow and arrows?"

Fang Zhixing touched the hunting knife and sighed: "I can only rely on it."

One person and one dog walked into the mountain. After walking about seven or eight miles, the thin dog suddenly lay down on the ground.

"I can't do it anymore until I know how to do it!"

The thin dog groaned in pain and whined, "My eyes are filled with stars, my head is dizzy, and I can't hold on any longer."

Fang Zhixing was speechless for a while, then he picked up the thin dog and suddenly felt that his whole body was hot, his heart was beating like a drum, and his breathing was extremely heavy.

"shit!"

Fang Zhixing looked helpless, his brows knitted into a knot.

At this moment, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him.

Fang Zhixing turned around suddenly and saw two people walking over, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Third Master?"

Fang Zhixing knew these two people.

One is in his 50s and the other is in his thirties. They are the third brother of the old village chief and his son Zhao Dazhi.

Uncle Zhao San smiled and said, "Daniu, what are you doing here?"

Fang Zhixing hugged the thin dog, stepped back step by step, and said with a smile: "You are out hunting, why are you here?"

When Uncle Zhao San saw this, his smile turned cold and he sighed: "Daniu, I thought you were a fool and I could easily kill you. I didn't expect you to be so careful and take advantage of me again and again. slip."

Fang Zhixing felt awe-struck and said with a naive smile: "Third uncle, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand you?"

“It’s best if you don’t understand!”

Uncle Zhao San smiled and thought to himself and sighed: "When I was young, there was a famine. It was even more serious than this time. Everyone exchanged children for food. Have you ever eaten the flesh of a child?"

Fang Zhixing shuddered and slowly put down the thin dog.

Seeing this, Zhao Dazhi thought he was going to run away, so he drew out his hunting knife and said solemnly: "Don't move around, I'll give you a good pleasure!"

Fang Zhixing put down the broken bamboo basket again.

Uncle Zhao San said with a sneer: "You can run if you want, but can you outrun us?"

Fang Zhixing took a deep breath, suddenly pulled out his hunting knife and stabbed it into the ground.

"Ah woo~~"

(End of this chapter)