Chapter 17: Vicious

The old village chief suddenly turned his head, glared at someone, and shouted, "Zhang Ertie, get out of here."

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

At this time, Zhang Ertie was so scared that his face turned pale and terrified, and he subconsciously wanted to retreat.

But the crowd automatically moved away from him, and the area around him quickly cleared, forming an empty circle.

Zhao Dahu rushed over without saying a word, 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 surrounded Zhang Ertie with ferocious looks, punching and kicking him.

“Ouch, ouch~”

Zhang Ertie curled up on the ground with his head in his hands, screaming like a pig being slaughtered, and soon his head was bleeding.

"Old village chief, spare my life!"

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 Lao Er caught it. I wanted to give it back to you, but I was very hungry and got sick from the rain, so Lao Er wanted to nourish me, 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 sideways to the ground and fall into the mud.

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

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

In this situation, the villagers were silent.

At this time, Zhang Datie stood up, knelt down in front of the old village chief, kowtowed and said: "Old village chief, my brother made a mistake, we admit our guilt and punishment, we will compensate you for the chicken."

"pay?"

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

Zhang Datie said in a tearful voice: "There is still some food at home."

That was the food he got in exchange for selling his daughter.

The old village chief glanced at his son.

Zhao Dahu understood what he meant, picked up Zhang Datie and pushed him to get food.

Zhang Ertie and his wife continued to be beaten.

The Zhao family didn't stop beating until Zhao Dahu came back carrying half a bag of food.

When everyone looked, they saw that Zhang Ertie was covered with bruises, his hands and feet were badly bent, most likely broken bones, it was a horrible sight.

His wife was also in a terrible state, with needle marks all over her body and blood all over her body.

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 all saw it. This is the result of doing bad things and trying to deceive me! I also have a big rooster, which was also stolen. Whoever did it should stand up, otherwise, Zhang Ertie will be a lesson for us!"

The villagers shuddered and no one answered.

The old village chief frowned and asked Zhao Dahu, "Have you searched everything?"

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

The old village chief's eyes flickered and he sneered, "Go and smell their breath. If they have eaten meat, the smell in their mouths will definitely be different."

“Yes, yes!”

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

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

Soon, Zhao Dahu walked in front of Fang Zhixing.

"Big Bull!"

Zhao Dahu looked at Fang Zhixing deeply, a hint of disgust appeared between his brows, and he said coldly: "Open your mouth."

Fang Zhixing cooperated very well and opened his mouth and exhaled.

Zhao Dahu sniffed it, then suddenly raised his head and stepped back, pinching his nose and yelling, "Why is it so smelly? What the hell did you eat?"

"That's not stinky, it's the smell of medicine."

Fang Zhixing explained, "I was sick, so I just picked up some herbs in the mountains and boiled them up to drink."

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

He quickly pushed her away and scolded her, "Get away from me, don't f*cking infect me."

Fang Zhixing went home on his own.

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

Fang Zhixing looked very solemn, and said with gritted teeth: "You can escape the first day, but you can't escape the fifteenth!"

The night passed quickly.

The next morning, there was a sudden cry in the village.

Zhang Ertie didn't make it and died!

His wife also fell into a deep coma and may not survive.

It didn't rain today, the sky is still a little 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 tended to get worse.

Fang Zhixing could still hold on for the time being, but Xigou's condition was getting worse and worse, and he even staggered when walking.

They gritted their teeth and persevered, leaving the village as usual and planning to go into the mountains to hunt.

"Big Bull!"

Suddenly, someone called him from behind.

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

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

Zhao Dahu walked forward and said with a smile: "Danniu, let's go hunting?"

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Fang Zhixing said, "Go try your luck."

Zhao Dahu nodded and said with a smile: "Uncle wants to discuss something with you. We don't have enough arrows. How about you lend us some arrows?"

Fang Zhixing's heart skipped a beat, then he quickly took out his quiver and handed it over, smiling apologetically, "Uncle Zhao, you're too polite. What do you mean by borrow? These arrows are useless to me, so I'll give them all to you."

Zhao Dahu raised his eyebrows and said happily: "Boy, you are very loyal! So, if we hunt something today, we will give you a share."

Fang Zhixing said: "That would be great, thank you very much."

Zhao Dahu stopped talking nonsense, picked up his quiver and left, and the group of people were talking and laughing.

Fang Zhixing watched them go away, his face becoming increasingly gloomy.

Xigou said angrily: "This is too much, they are robbing openly! Damn it, they don't even need to act!"

Fang Zhixing transmitted the message: "The old village chief and his family have become even more aggressive. They want to destroy my livelihood."

The dog asked, "What should we do? How can we hunt without a bow and arrow?"

Fang Zhixing touched the hunting knife and sighed, "I can only rely on this."

A man and a dog walked into the mountain. After they had walked about seven or eight miles, the thin dog suddenly lay on the ground.

"I can't do it anymore, Fang Zhixing!"

The dog groaned in pain and whimpered, "I have stars in my eyes and my head is dizzy. I can't hold on any longer."

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

“Oh no!”

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

Just then, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him.

Fang Zhixing turned around suddenly and saw two people walking towards him. He couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.

"Third uncle?"

Fang Zhixing knew these two people.

One is in his fifties and the other is in his thirties. They are the village chief’s third brother and his son Zhao Dazhi.

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

Fang Zhixing held the small dog in his arms, stepped back, and said with an apologetic smile, "We came out to hunt. Why are you here?"

Seeing this, Uncle Zhao's smile turned cold and he sighed, "Daniu, I thought you were a fool and it would be easy to kill you, but I didn't expect you to be so careful and slip away from my hands again and again."

Fang Zhixing felt awed and said with a simple smile, "Uncle, what are you talking about? Why don't I understand?"

“It’s best if you don’t understand!”

Uncle Zhao smiled and sighed to himself, "When I was young, there was a famine that was even worse than this time. People were eating their own children. Have you ever eaten the flesh of a child?"

Fang Zhixing shuddered with fear and slowly put the little dog down.

Seeing this, Zhao Dazhi thought he was going to run away, so he drew out his hunting knife and said grimly, "Don't move, I'll kill you!"

Fang Zhixing put down the broken bamboo basket again.

Uncle Zhao chuckled and sneered, "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 on the ground.

“Ahhh~~”

(End of this chapter)