Chapter 460 Wan Lao Er helps catch the thief
The man was knocked backwards by the sheep, and several sheep from behind trampled on him. He had no choice but to roll around in the flock to avoid them.
Wan Laoer ran over in a hurry and saw the thief rolling on the ground. He wanted to pounce on him and subdue him, but at this moment he suddenly saw a flash of cold light on the man's body, and he seemed to be holding something in his hand. Wan Laoer's movements suddenly paused.
By this time the woman was already running over with a torch in her hand.
"Brother, the fire is coming."
The woman had seen the thief in the light of the fire, but she could not see his face clearly. He was lying on the ground with his face down.
The woman wanted to turn the thief over, but Wan Laoer grabbed her and made her step back.
"Sister-in-law, don't get close. He has a knife in his hand."
Wan Laoer has now figured out why the old sheephead in the sheepfold screamed in the end even though he was holding a whip. He must have been hit by this man's dagger.
The woman turned pale. "What? There's a knife? The kid's father..."
The woman simply couldn't imagine what the old sheep-head was like now. She felt a little shaky and the sudden change made her feel a little exhausted.
While everyone was looking at the thief, Fubao ran into the sheep pen.
When she entered the shed, the light became very dim. Fubao was unfamiliar with the surrounding environment and almost tripped. She called out softly, "Uncle? I'm Fubao, where are you?"
The old sheep head was covering his shoulder and fell in a pool of blood. He was whipping the bull with all his might just now, but the man grabbed his bull whip and stabbed him with his backhand. He argued with him for a long time, but still let the man run away.
At this moment, he suddenly heard the little girl's cry. The old sheep was a little surprised. Why did this girl come?
"Little girl, I'm here, don't come in, it's dirty in here, just wait there, uncle is fine."
The old sheep head felt a little guilty. Thinking of the words he had just used to scold Fubao outside, he suddenly blushed.
He supported himself on the ground with one hand and barely stood up, while the other arm hung naturally, obviously unable to move. His face was covered in sweat, and blood was dripping down the back of the hanging hand.
Fubao obediently stood where he was and didn't go any further.
Finally, she saw a vague shadow getting closer, and she quickly took two steps forward and grabbed the corner of the old sheep's clothes.
"Uncle, are you hurt? I just heard you scream."
The old sheep head lowered his head to look at the little one. The little one was not even as tall as his legs, but was so sensible, which made people feel a little distressed.
"Uncle, it's okay. He just got a little injured. It will be fine after a bandage. We shepherds are tough, so getting injured is common. It's no big deal."
Although he said so, the old sheep head did not feel good at all. The wound was in so much pain that he almost fainted.
Fubao held the corner of the old sheep's clothes and followed him carefully. He said softly, "Uncle, the thief is still in the yard. Don't worry. My father will help you catch him. My father is very powerful. We sent a few robbers to the government office a few days ago, and they were all caught by my father."
The old sheep was a little surprised, "Your father doesn't look like someone who knows Kung Fu, but I didn't expect him to be so powerful."
Fubao nodded affirmatively, which made the old sheep head feel much more at ease.
A big and a small person slowly walked out of the sheepfold. There were torches outside, and the yard was much brighter.
Wan Laoer asked everyone to step back, so as not to be hurt by the thief who suddenly went crazy, especially Fubao. Wan Laoer asked her to step back as far as possible.
The thief lay on the ground motionless, leaving the men at a loss as to what to do.
"Sister-in-law, go find me a stick."
The woman handed the torch to Wan Laoer, turned around and ran away quickly. She also wanted to see who this man was and why he was so bold.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the woman left, the thief suddenly jumped up and stabbed Wan Laoer with a knife in his hand.
Wan Laoer had been on guard against him. The moment the other party got up from the ground, he swung the torch in his hand towards the other party.
The torch hit the man right on the back, sparks flew everywhere, and a piece of the man's clothes was burned by the torch.
In winter, everyone wears cotton clothes, so once a fire breaks out, it is difficult to put out.
The man was smart. He quickly lay down on the ground, rolled a few times, and put out the fire.
The torch in Wan Laoer's hand was half extinguished by the previous blow, and the fire was no longer as big as before.
At this time, the woman brought a stick, and Wan Laoer returned the torch to the woman and asked her to stay away.
Wan Laoer took the stick and started beating the man on the ground. The man had just put out the fire on his body when he was suddenly attacked. He had no time to dodge and was hit several times by Wan Laoer.
Wan Laoer was originally a peasant, so he had a lot of strength. He did not hold back his strength and beat the man to death. The man rolled back and forth on the ground several times, screaming loudly.
At the same time, the knife in his hand began to fly around wildly. Wan Laoer was cautious, so his movements were not as agile as before, giving the man an opportunity to take advantage of him. He quickly rolled to the side and rolled under the belly of a sheep.
The sheep was standing there in a daze, and was suddenly rolled under the thief's crotch. It was frightened and started kicking and jumping around. The man's face was stepped on by the sheep's hooves several times. The pain made him take out the knife in his hand and slashed the sheep's belly several times. The warm sheep's blood sprayed on his face, but he didn't stop, as if to vent his anger. He didn't get up until the sheep fell to the ground, dying.
However, he didn't expect that Wan Laoer had already taken advantage of the time when he was killing the sheep and came over. When the man got up from the ground with blood on his face, Wan Laoer hit the man's neck directly with the stick in his hand. The man's eyes rolled back and he fainted, and fell to the ground with a thud.
The woman and the old sheep chief were both frightened and distressed. The sheep that was stabbed to death was an adult ram weighing 150 kilograms. This damn bastard actually stabbed their sheep to death.
"Aunt, please come and help uncle, he can't hold on any longer." Fubao shouted from behind.
The woman then turned around and saw the old sheep head standing behind her, looking shaky.
"Dad, what happened to you?" The woman didn't know that her husband was injured.
"Aunt, uncle is injured and his hands are covered in blood." Fubao answered for the old sheephead.
When the woman heard this, she felt like the sky was falling. What would she, a woman, do if her man fell?
"Dad, don't scare me." The woman no longer cared about the sheep and ran over to hold the old sheep's head.
The old sheephead's injury was not actually serious, but he had just seen the sheep he had raised with great effort lying in a pool of blood. He was a little angry, and he had lost too much blood, so he almost fell down.
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