"Rebel, don't follow me back soon. The old man said, while stepping forward to pull the young master's wrist, the young master knocked the old man to the ground with a fist, and everyone hugged the old man to rub his heart, and it took a long time for the old man to recover.

"Ah, isn't this the heavens going to kill me?" he was disappointed, and this young master was still the same as me. Everything that could be sold in the family was sold, and in order to gamble and drink, he began to work as a traitor, and the neighbors were so disturbed that they all moved away.

So, the surroundings are empty, as long as he goes to the street, it is like a rat on the street is everyone shouting and fighting, his stubbornness is also reflected in many aspects, now, people are afraid of him, one night, finally in the dead of night, he arrived at home.

The housekeeper and the master were discussing how to tide over the difficulties together, but they heard the door outside creak open, the master thought that the robber was coming, and stood at the door with a steel knife for self-defense, and a staggering figure came sneakily, and the man saw that the person who came was not a robber, but his own son.

When he saw this, he was so discouraged that he was about to throw away the steel knife, but how did he know that he had a quarrel with his son, and after a short period of discord, the drunken young master didn't know what the reason was, and died in the hands of the master, and the old man sighed and began to cry in grief.

"Ah, sir, you...... You killed the young master. "The established facts can't be changed, the housekeeper is just promoting the actions with the master, but he has no compassion for the young master who died, not only him, but everyone applauded after knowing this.

Although it was manslaughter, but the lord was also angry after all, and then, this resentment with the wind, it became a resentful spirit, the resentful spirit is the most terrifying, he can often remember the things before death, and even keep taking revenge on everyone who has hurt him.

His revenge was so mad, that in the unfolding plan, everyone became the target of his hunt, and over time, the people were once again overwhelmed, and began to move again, and in a few moments, the building was already empty, and one night, after taking revenge on all the neighbors, he finally arrived at his house.

The old man waited eagerly, as if he had telepathy, he had not known the prophet, he would come tonight, he was waiting at the door, and the man in his old age was still the same, holding the steel knife in his hand, waiting.

In the moonlight, his pale hair made the old man look much older than usual.

"Master, let's move too, if we go on like this, it really won't work. The servant was afraid that the young master would harm the innocent, so he suggested a word, and the old man sighed bitterly and said, "If others leave, then that's it, how can you and I leave?"

"After all, no. The implication is that there is still an attachment to the young master after all, and I hope that the young master can indeed reform himself, although the servant does not understand the good intentions of the master, but he knows that the master is burning, so he can only nod gloomily.

In the middle of the night, Fan Wuxu got drunk, drunkenly banged on the door, and came towards the house. Xuan Shitian saw that at this moment, Fan Wusu was simply unscrupulous, passing by the alley, kicked the pumpkin on the ground away, scolded and scolded, walked for a while, and finally arrived at the door of his house.

The sound of "bangbang

"Ah......" The old man's eyes were full of stars, and the moment he pushed the door open, the steel knife in his hand was also stabbed. Said that it was too late, it was fast, the steel knife was extremely sharp, and it was very fast, and it had already stabbed the oncoming Fan Wushu, and when Xuan Shitian saw this, his mood became very complicated.

He wanted to go over and help him, but it didn't happen, and besides, it was just an illusion, what else could he do but wait for what would happen next? He shuddered, and the people on the ground trembled with him.

"Master, ah, master—" First of all, it was the frightened boy who was frightened, his face was pale, his teeth were clenched, and his whole body trembled. Actually, the master didn't know that the one who came in now must be his son, which was unexpected just now.

So much so that now the old man himself was stunned, and when he saw Fan Wuxu's trembling figure on the ground, his mood became very heavy, "Son, you have done a lot of evil, you are really a retribution in the world, and you actually let Lao Tzu kill your son, ah......"

The old man was terrified, and began to cry hard, the boy was already stunned, and it took a long time to recover, and in the face of the dying corpse, the old man howled and cried, making him look even older.

"Pity the hearts of the parents in the world" Xuan's nose was sour for ten days, he put himself in Fan Wusu's shoes, and felt that what the old man did was very necessary, at this moment, seeing the old man caressing the corpse and crying bitterly, his mood may be as heavy as the old man, and he didn't want to see it.

But this story is obviously just a prelude, "Daddy...... Daddy, you...... You actually ......" Although he had fallen to the ground, Fan Wuxu still reached out and covered his wounds hard.

The wound was so large that the blood was already gushing out like a fountain, so that although his broad palm had covered the wound, it still did not help against the impending death, and his voice was intermittent.

"Daddy, you...... You actually killed me, you killed your son. Every word he said was extremely heavy, and the old man cried bitterly - "It's all because you have done a lot of evil, this is God's punishment for you, and God is also God's punishment for me, it's really ......"

"It's really yellow and green plums, I ...... But if you die, I really hope you can be a good person in the next life, you have become a rat on the street now, and everyone shouts and beats yourself, don't you know? ”

The old man's voice was low, almost like a lullaby, "No, no, I can't die, I can't die." He stretched out his hand, his muscles were like the mountains of the Wolong, his voice was trembling, his palms were trembling, "I can't die, I can't die......"

"I'm going to get revenge, I'm going to get revenge. As he spoke, he stared hard at his eyes, but after all, he still ignored it, and when he saw that Fan Wusu was finally dead, the old man sighed.

"It was unexpected, and hopefully, his soul would not retaliate. "The lord is not afraid of being retaliated against by evil ghosts, what he is afraid of is that he will never get lost, after all, it is the shore to turn back. The boy came, helped the old man up, sighed, and began to comfort him.

Just a series of things, just like a nightmare, made the child have an unpleasant shadow of fear, now, everything has passed, the clouds are light and the wind is light, the child only then supported the old man's body of the wind and candle, "Master, you are a knower, don't cry with grief, now ......"

He looked at the messy scene in the courtyard, the young master Fan Wuwu's body was like a broken sack, and the blood on the ground was like a cockscomb, he thought, now, he must shoulder the responsibility of taking care of the master.

"Master, now you don't have to cry like this, people die like lights go out, we need to take care of the aftermath for the young master." After this outsider's reminder, the old man suddenly realized, yes, yes, you can't cry, crying won't help.

Things have happened, and the only thing that can be done now is to let the young master settle in the ground, the two of you look at me, I will look at you, the old man nodded. "Yes, yes, it matters after the funeral, he has been evil all his life, this is not a pity to die, and if he dies, it is not a good thing for the whole people. ”

Yes, the old man is sad, but there are more important things, his face is shrouded in a solemn dark cloud, the child has been busy with the arrangement, and found a neighbor to come to help, when the neighbor knew that the master killed his son Fan Wu by mistake, they all secretly clapped their hands.

However, the so-called good neighbors, they don't dare to do this in front of the master. Since Fan Wusheng had it, he didn't go to the house for three days, and when he reached adulthood, he was simply a rotten person, and now, this rotten person finally has evil retribution.

Still dead, although they came to this funeral, but they were all emotional. Their faces are always filled with a kind of energetic smile, and everyone's joy is reflected in the corners of their eyebrows and eyes.

So, soon, the news of Fan Wushu's killing has spread, and this village is quickly boiling, not only this village, but also several surrounding villages are boiling, it is conceivable that the death of this young man is such a good thing for most people.

They danced with joy, they couldn't be more happy, they began to celebrate with joy, and began to reorganize their homes, and those who left here came back one by one, and those who came back could live and work in peace.

Although they felt that Fan Wusheng's death was unexpected, everyone felt that the old man was very wise and martial, and they all secretly admired the old man's righteous annihilation.

"How many days is it?" The sky was very dark, very dark, almost dark clouds were hovering outside, and on the canopy, it was dark and dreary, and the depressed mood was equally heavy. The old man looked sideways and looked at the dark clouds outside.

The color of the dark clouds seemed to be able to smudge everything, and even the courtyard looked black, and the bamboo and wood were black, and the cold wind blew through, making the bamboo and wood dance wildly like ghosts, and then you could hear some animals chirping in the dark.

The mournful cry was like a cuckoo crying blood, and the mournful cry was like an ape wailing. The old man shuddered, and everyone also felt a little frightened, a cold wind blew out the candle in front of the master, and Yan Qiong fell into absolute darkness.

"Back to the master, it's been a change. "The child has experienced a lot of things since he was a child, and there is nothing to be afraid of except sleeping at night, today, although it is a thrilling day, it is also an unforgettable day, but after all, it is still in the past.

After he finished speaking, the old man groaned for a moment and stood up slowly, as if today, he had lost all his strength. He subconsciously held the window lattice, and his old and tired eyes looked through the streets and alleys, looking into the distance, in the distance......

I don't know who is setting off firecrackers, the sound is crackling, and it seems to be showing off, the sky actually explodes one by one red, the sound of cannonballs comes and goes, and Xuan Shitian also saw the lively and peaceful celebration scene.

Then, Xuan Shitian had a happy smile on his face.