The scene in the dog pen was shocking. There was blood on the dry grass, and no one knew which of the two men it came from.
One of the two young men raised his head and the other raised his leg.
Just as I was about to take action, I heard a scream.
The young man's face was pale, his lips were trembling, and he was staring at his lower body with a distracted look.
The wolfhound tore off a piece of flesh from his leg and private parts.
Lu Zhiye stood in the crowd and looked at the miserable condition of the young man, and couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.
Well done! I'll have to give some big bones to the dogs later.
Before leaving, I had to ask the village chief if he had any more puppies of this kind so that he could adopt a few and keep them in the yard.
After all, I have a wife and children at home, and it makes me feel at ease to have a few dogs to guard the house.
Lu Zhiye didn't know that his action made his son the dog king of the entire village!
The two young men had just put the young man down and were about to pull another person, but they found that he was already dead.
When they turned the man over, the two young men were so frightened that they took several steps back.
The man's eyes were wide open, half of his face was covered in blood, and the most terrifying thing was the big bloody hole on his neck.
"Go call the people from the bullpen over and ask them what's going on."
A man wearing a hat squatted beside the young man and asked in a deep voice: "What are you doing in the dog pen?"
The pain in the young man's legs made him sweat profusely and he wished he could faint immediately.
He looked at the capped branch secretary with trembling lips and said with a sad face, "Someone knocked us out and threw us over here.
It must be those people in the cowshed who deliberately lured us out and then knocked us out. Secretary, Secretary, you...”
Before the young man could finish his words, he felt a sharp pain in his injured private parts, as if he had been hit by a small stone.
This was the last straw that broke the camel's back.
He cried out in pain, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
This frightened the man in the hat, and he quickly raised his hands and said to everyone: "I didn't do anything!"
A young man looked at the blood on the ground and said to the village chief nervously: "Village chief, this man needs to be sent to the hospital. Otherwise, he may not survive with this injury."
The village chief took off his hat, scratched his head fiercely, looked at Wang Da and the others, and finally sighed: "The nearest county hospital is 400 miles away from us.
By the time we get him there, he might be dead. Let's ask the barefoot doctor in the village to take a look first. If we can save his life, we'll do it.
There is nothing we can do if we can’t protect it!”
The young man quickly arranged to send the person to the village entrance.
About ten minutes later, all the people in the cowshed were brought over, still sleepy.
They all huddled together, not daring to look up.
We are no longer surprised to see so many strangers in the village.
The best way is to pretend to be deaf and dumb so that you can live longer. Otherwise, in this sparsely populated area, if you are really killed by someone, you can only seek justice from the King of Hell!
"Have you had any conflicts with these two people recently? Did you hear any noise tonight? Are you all sleeping in your rooms?"
Three questions in a row confused everyone in the bullpen.
Someone bravely looked in the direction where the village chief pointed, and was stunned on the spot.
Wen Wangqiu and his wife also looked up, and their eyes met Lu Zhiye not far away. To be honest, Wen Wangqiu felt uncomfortable for a moment.
He didn't expect Lu Zhiye to be so cruel, but on second thought, these two people deserved it.
Being kind to your enemies means being cruel to yourself.
Wen Wangqiu noticed that the father and son looked at his wife with a strange look in their eyes.
Lu Zhiye was also a little nervous, fearing that his father-in-law might be too kind-hearted and create a rift between the two of them.
An old man in his fifties living in the cowshed saw the miserable condition of this man and burst into tears.
He was happy, since these two men had stolen his winter clothes and then went even further, even taking away most of his food.
The old man is so old, it is not certain whether he can survive the cold winter even if there is food.
What's more, he is now penniless. He is so angry that he wants to hang himself at the door with his belt.
Now he kept muttering: "God has eyes, retribution!"
After some questioning, no one heard anything.
The village chief looked gloomy and couldn't get any information out of him, so he turned around and glanced at Wang Da and the others.
Noticing their nonchalant attitude, the village chief was completely relieved.
He raised his hand to send the man away, then walked up to Wang Da and the others with a smile on his face: "I'm so sorry to have made a fool of myself in front of you."
Wang Da waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "It's nothing, we have seen a lot of dirty things in the surrounding villages.
The village chief can handle it himself, we didn’t see anything.”
The village chief's old face suddenly turned into a flower with a smile. Just when several people were about to go back, Lu Zhiye pretended to mutter casually: "Several people in our cowshed have been rehabilitated.
There are too many people in this bullpen, and I don’t know if anyone will be vindicated by then.”
Although the village chief's Chinese was not very good, he still understood part of what was said.
He rolled his eyes and followed quickly.
"Captain Wang, do you mind if I say something to this little brother?"
Wang Da waved his hand, signaling Lu Zhiye to go and come back quickly.
The village chief rubbed his hands and said honestly: "Is what you just said true, little brother?"
Lu Zhiye glared: "How could it be false? Everyone in the village knows it."
The village chief thanked Lu Zhiye and walked quickly towards the village entrance.
The curve of Lu Zhiye's mouth widened even more. It would be so boring to die all of a sudden.
Lying half dead in bed, being bullied by others, is the best torture for the evil people.
They have bullied so many people, so they must have a taste of being bullied.
The village chief ran as fast as he could, his legs shaking, to the barefoot doctor's house and demanded that he save the patient.
My goodness, many people have returned to the city. If the families of these two people come looking for them again, he, a small village chief, will not be able to bear it.
Half dead and hanging on for life, he tried hard to call for help, and no one dared to say anything against him!
The barefoot doctor looked at the village chief in embarrassment: "This wound is too deep. I'm afraid that the leg cannot be saved."
"If I can't save my legs, I'll save my life."
The village chief walked around and called the young man over, saying, "Don't let the people in the cowshed go to control sand so early recently.
If they die of heat in the desert, we won’t be able to explain ourselves.”
The young man nodded repeatedly. Although he didn't quite understand why the village chief said that, the village chief always had his own reasons.
At this moment, in the cowshed, the old man ran into the father and son's room and took back all his things.
Seeing this, the other five or six people also bravely went out to look for their own things.
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