Supervisor Qu felt ice-cold all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his hands trembled slightly as he hung down.
Blood kept flowing down, and the nose was filled with the smell of blood. Was he about to collapse and die at any moment?
He felt all his strength drain away, his legs went weak, and his mind was racing, quickly recalling everything from when he was three years old to the present.
But it seems we haven't reached that point yet. Is he relying on his willpower to sustain him?
On the other side, Da Yong and Zhao Lizheng had already pinned Wang Hu down. Wang Hu was a burly man and not easy to subdue.
It was just that the unexpected turn of events caught him off guard, which is why things went a bit more smoothly.
To prevent him from resisting, Da Yong cut his heel, injuring a tendon. He knelt on one knee, struggling, unable to stand up.
Da Yong immediately tied him up with a rope and kicked him to the ground.
The villagers were stunned by how swiftly these people acted, from rescuing Chief Qu to subduing Wang Hu in just a few moments.
Qiao Lian'er saw that Supervisor Qu was frozen, and the blood flowing from his head down to his feet, a red patch.
She knew why Chief Supervisor Qu reacted this way: he wasn't sure if he would survive, and he feared that the slightest movement would plunge him into an irrecoverable darkness.
If it had really hit his head, then Chief Supervisor Qu would be down by now.
Moreover, she had clearly seen that the stone axe had only grazed her scalp for a moment before being knocked away.
She looked down and searched her purse, secretly adjusting her spatial storage to take out a stack of gauze.
He handed it to Supervisor Qu: "It's just a scalp injury; use these to press and stop the bleeding."
"Really? Really?"
Supervisor Qu breathed a sigh of relief, but asked uncertainly.
"Why would I lie to you? If you don't believe me, feel it; the bones are perfectly fine."
Supervisor Qu actually touched it, and although his hands were covered in blood, it was really just a scalp injury; the head was still round, without a single crack.
Having lived for over forty years, he really wanted to cry his heart out.
It's like dying once and coming back to life.
Before he could even see what it was, he immediately pressed it against the injured area.
It worked really well; the bleeding gradually stopped.
Supervisor Qu took a deep breath. He sat on the ground, his eyes somewhat dazed, as if he hadn't come to his senses yet, his heart filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.
"Girl, thank you so much this time."
Otherwise, if a large stone axe were to come down, his head would be split in two.
I can't even imagine what it will be like then, with red and white colors.
His life came to an end there.
Supervisor Qu pressed one hand to his head and covered his face with the other, lowering his head.
"This time, I was wrong too."
When he saw so many villagers rebelling, he wondered if the tax collection was too heavy or if it was too opportunistic.
These villagers will never cross the line as long as they have enough to eat and wear.
They were indeed encouraged, but they were also living a difficult life and were filled with anger.
Now that he has been spared, he can reflect on his actions more deeply.
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