In ancient villages without technology, the nights were not noisy; the busy farm work and livelihood were enough to take away a person's youthful energy.

But not everyone is like that. The village bully, Zhao Er, who had practiced a few martial arts moves and was strong, gathered a group of henchmen to drink and make merry in his house, and also called one or two widows to serve him.

"Oh my, my handsome young man, I'll drink this wine!"

The room was bustling with activity. Seven people gathered around the cold water drawn from the ancient well, covered themselves with cloths to cool off, and sat eating meat and drinking wine with their chests exposed and only wearing leggings.

Two lonely and dependent widows danced half-naked in the center, their movements neither particularly beautiful nor professional, but the amusement they created drew cheers and applause from those around them.

A crispy chicken, served on a lotus leaf, was placed on a square cutting board. A large hand picked up a chicken leg and began chewing on it, bone and all. This person sat on a bamboo bed in the center, with the others following him. Even the young woman's eyes were drawn to him.

Zhao Er, the local tyrant of Woniu Village, is an outsider who rose to power by stepping over the corpses of previous tyrants. He has gathered a group of people through some tricks and is considered a menace in the village.

Woniu Village is his private territory, so in theory he should be the one to have the final say. Unfortunately, what he says can become two-faced. As for the village chief, that old fellow has been around for a long time, seen a lot, and is a seasoned veteran. His son is also capable, so he can't be touched for the time being.

Secondly, there was the herb gatherer, Niu Che, who had eaten unusual fruits since childhood. He was also quite skilled and knew many people. He was not easy to move, and fortunately, he is dead.

This was a happy occasion, so today he brought his brothers here to drink and make merry like the big shots in the city. His brothers were happy, but he felt increasingly uncomfortable.

"Brother, are you angry at that damned fake leather?"

The thug with the pointed mouth and monkey-like face naturally won Zhao Erxin's heart as he asked, the chicken leg in his hand making him look even more like a weasel.

"That guy deserves to die. If he hadn't stopped her, it would have been Little Green Sprout who jumped today! Just thinking about that scene makes me want to go and throw two stones at him right now."

These words resonated with others, as everyone knew that Xiao Qingya from Woniu Village was a renowned beauty in the entire Sanniu Township!

It's only because that little sprout's father was somewhat capable that she became a landlord's concubine long ago!

Now that Brother Zhao has gained the favor of a noble person and is about to turn Little Green Sprout into Little Green Flower, that Pi Zi comes out to cause trouble. If Brother Zhao hadn't said not to kill him, he would really be dead!

"Of course I'm angry at that skin, but it's still useful. No matter how angry I am, I can't kill him. But that guy is also an idiot, not even realizing he's being used as a scapegoat and a cash cow by women. Ha, but it's good, it lets us brothers make money! Make big money! Then each of us can get a little green sprout!"

The villagers weren't very cultured and didn't have any particular interest in appreciating literature, but the townspeople and city folks certainly had their own needs. Those storybooks were worth countless sums of silver and fame. Little Green Sprout gained the reputation of a literary lady. Zhao Er didn't care about fame, but he could give them to influential people who did.

He couldn't kill the skin, so he didn't. It was a pity that he didn't catch the little green sprout; it ran away too fast, which was indeed annoying. After all, such a piece of trash had to be bought with silver at the Spring Night Pavilion, and it was like a yellow flower in the ground that could be broken open with a single pry.

With this annoyance, Zhao Er drank a few more mouthfuls of wine, and his drunkenness gradually subsided. The unhappiness also faded somewhat; there was still hope for the future, and there would always be a chance to taste the best wine.

Hearing Zhao Er's words, the henchmen naturally laughed heartily. Thinking of the good future ahead, they were so engrossed in their drink that they reached out to the widows.

Once the intoxication sets in, what one sees becomes a hallucination; when the mood strikes, one becomes groping and groping, taking turns to satisfy their desires according to size.

As for whether the person they were talking about would gain anything from this, no one thought that coward would do such a thing. What a coward! Even a cornered dog will jump over a wall, but that guy would only crawl through a dog hole!

As the night deepened and the heat intensified, after a bout of revelry, the group fell asleep. Zhao Er was the last to sleep, nestled among the people.

Holding a widow close to his chest, warm but solid enough to be difficult to cut, Zhao Er knew he was hated, so he naturally became even more careful.

However, no matter how careful he was, today was the day he would be punished. By the dimly lit window, a person who had been squatting for who knows how long was only shown in a fleeting shadow.

The sounds at night should be natural sounds, with far fewer human sounds. After the effects of alcohol wear off, the body naturally needs to excrete waste.

The door opened and closed repeatedly, two times, four times, five times… six times… Zhao Er, whose head was still half-asleep, remembered the sounds.

Just as a cool breeze suddenly blew through the room, and Zhao Er felt something crawling onto his body, he snapped awake and pushed the widow off him.

Even though the lights went out for some reason, in the remaining moonlight, Zhao Er saw a scene that made his soul tremble: a thin worm was crawling into his exposed manhood!

Seemingly sensing that Zhao Er had woken up, the insect immediately sped up its burrowing speed. Instantly, the excruciating pain from below made Zhao Er pause slightly in his attempt to tear the insect off.

"Idiot! Wake up and help me!"

Zhao Er, holding the insect by the tail, pulled and wrung, enduring the pain, to wake the widow. At the same time, he realized that the Manchu house, which was originally occupied by the two of them, was now empty except for the two of them!

Recalling the sound of the door opening earlier, Zhao Er instantly knew that it was either a human or a ghost trying to harm him, and the widow who had been awakened screamed at that moment.

But the next second, Zhao Er kicked her hard. He yelled for the widow to fetch the oil lamp, but the widow, terrified by the scene, was not quick to act.

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