"Zi Chong, Zi Chong, your father was beaten to death." The shrill cry woke Lin Zi Chong up. He stood up suddenly and saw a familiar room with white walls painted by farmers themselves, a simple wardrobe and a big bed, and a cheap desk by the window.
On the table was a gaming computer bought from a second-hand market, a dirty mechanical keyboard, and an ashtray and a mineral water bottle filled with cigarette butts.
How do I go back to the past...
There was a flash of confusion in Lin Zi Chong's eyes, and his head felt dizzy, as if he had a hangover.
Hangover...By the way, he went drinking with some childhood friends in the village yesterday. Recently, the whole village has been in turmoil because of the land requisition issue.
Land acquisition is a matter of strength and some are happy while others are sad. For those who work away from home, it is better to be able to exchange the long-abandoned fields for some money than to leave them idle.
But for some middle-aged and elderly people who have relied on the fields for their living all their lives, it is heartbreaking. The uncles and aunts have been working in the fields for their entire lives and have long been accustomed to this kind of life. In addition, they do not have the ability to work outside, and their age does not allow them to do physical work all year round.
Seizing land is tantamount to taking their lives, so a fierce conflict broke out between the two sides. Now the developer has hired a group of thugs armed with sticks to guard the excavator.
If any villagers dare to come, I will beat them one by one.
Many of the young and strong men in the village were arrested by the Public Security Bureau for fighting with weapons, and the resistance forces in the village quickly weakened.
Recalling this, Lin Zichong's mind became completely clear.
"Zi Chong, your father was beaten to death..." The shrill cry was heard again, and an old farmer with blood all over his head and half of his body covered in mud ran in. His eyes were red and his expression was sad and ferocious.
"Uncle, what did you say?" Lin Zichong was startled and jumped up from the bed.
The old farmer grabbed Lin Zichong's wrist tightly, tears streaming down his face, "Your father was beaten to death by those bastards."
Lin Zi rushed out like crazy, rushed out of the village, came to his own field, and saw a
A group of people gathered there, and the villagers and thugs were divided into two groups, clearly separated.
Lin Zichong pushed through the crowd and saw the strong old man covered in mud, lying in a pool of blood.
His graying hair was matted with mud and blood.
The back of his head was a bloody mess, and he didn't know how many times he had been beaten with sticks. Lin Zi's father's face was pale, and his heart was aching. This kind of heart-wrenching pain was very familiar, as if he had experienced it before.
When the gang leader saw Lin Zi Chong rushing over, he immediately shouted: "We didn't hit him, he bumped into us, that's right, he bumped into our sticks.
"Stop talking nonsense. This is what will happen if you dare to cause trouble again. Boss, let's just call the police and let the Public Security Bureau handle it. This is a civilized society now."
Lin Zi Chong collapsed beside his father's body. This stubborn old man who insisted on his principles could no longer stand up straight and do anything.
He died in a life of labor
The soil of his son's field was stained with his blood.
"Zichong, your father died tragically. He was beaten to death." At this time, the uncle came over and sighed, "You have to avenge him. You can't be as weak as last time."
He couldn't be as weak as last time. Lin Zi Chong hugged his head in pain. He remembered it, he remembered it first, it was the most humiliating thing in his life.
That time, he watched his father die on the ridge of the field and saw the thugs shouting. He weakly chose to endure and surrender. He went to file a complaint, thinking he could get justice.
As a result, his mother was killed, and he regretted it for many years.
There is a god above us, and justice is in the hearts of people. In the middle of the forest, his eyes became redder and more ferocious. He roared and rushed towards the gangsters. He wanted to avenge his father and fight these murderers to the death.
The thugs surrounded him and knocked him to the ground with a club. Then sticks rained down like a torrential rain, and no one in the woods got up again.
………
Closed command room.
Secretary Zhou stood in front of the blackboard with a pen in his hand, facing the voice channel, and said calmly: "Each team reports on the battle situation, each team reports
war"
"Team One reports that the wanderer has been shot dead. We discovered that he was secretly colluding with the drug hunters from the Nanming branch. The drug hunters saw that the plot was exposed and resisted arrest. Qian has been killed. We have lost two teammates. Report completed!"
"Team Two reports, the Sweetheart Red Devil has been killed, no losses to the team, report completed!"
"Team Three reported that the teacher had been shot dead. We found the complaint materials in his room and they have been destroyed. The team suffered no losses. Report completed!"
"Team Four reports, head coach Lin Chong is confirmed dead, died in a dream, the team suffered no losses, report completed!"
"Team Five reports, Fang Fang has been killed, the team lost one person, the smoke from the battle affected ordinary residents, six died and thirteen were injured, the situation is under control, report completed!"
"Team Six reports, Farewell My Concubine has been killed, the squad has no losses, the battle affected ordinary residents, three died and seven were injured, the situation is under control, report completed!"
"Team seven reports..." Secretary Zhou listened while crossing out the portraits of those who had been killed. In the end, only four people were left: Xiao Yuan, Kou Beiyue, Liang Chen chose his master and killed him, and Zhao Xintong.
Secretary Zhou turned off his headphones, took out his phone, and sent a message: "It's time to wrap up!"
Jinshan City.
“Ding Dong!”
Chang Lao Nutao Wuqing of Baila Branch heard the message prompt, he took out his mobile phone to check the message: [Secretary Zhou: It’s time to wrap up!
Nu Tao Wuqing put away his phone, turned around and ordered the team members behind him, saying coldly, "Immediately start the drone remote monitoring. If you find any violent conflict, immediately report to the two accompanying Chang elders, and then block the nearby streets."
"Yes!" the subordinate replied in a low voice.
Nu Tao Wuqing turned his head and looked towards the community in the distance. He had a handsome face and pale skin. At the age of fifteen, he was already an elder in the Bai La branch city.
Baila City is close to the capital and at the feet of the emperor, so it has a bright future. But Nu Tao himself knows that if there is no large-scale death of the overlords, he will not be able to enter the headquarters for at least ten years.
The branch chief Chang Lao is a local lord. No matter how great his power is, it is still limited. Only by entering the core will he have the opportunity to serve as the secretary of the Ten Elders in the future.
The secretary is the elder’s agent and spokesperson, and his power is unimaginable.
Now, Mr. Cai Chang promised that as long as he completed the task, he would be transferred to the headquarters within five years.
The goal is to kill the evil professionals lurking in the Chonghua Community in Jinshan City, as well as anyone who comes to rescue.
"Mr. Cai Chang has ulterior motives." Who will come to the rescue? Hunting down these sewer rats can lure out Yuanshiwu Tianzun. This is the message conveyed by the Dark Night Rose.
Cai Changlao's real target is Yuanshi Tianzun. In order not to scare him off and ensure the success rate of the operation, Cai Changlao arranged three masters this time. Two of them were lurking in secret. With their blessings, there was no way Yuanshi Tianzun could detect it in advance.
Wait until this boy shows up and then attack together.
At that time, it would be no mistake to kill the leader directly on the grounds of colluding with evil professions and obstructing law enforcement officers from handling cases!
Nu Tao Wuqing's body quickly turned into mist, and the white mist drifted towards the Chonghua Community not far away.
There are two tables side by side in the bedroom, with two computers connected.
"Are you a loser?" Kou Beiyue threw the mouse away angrily and glared at the fat boy beside him. "You can't even concentrate on playing a game."
"Boss, isn't this you who's just wasting your time? You don't push towers when you're a shooter, you don't fight in a jungle, you go with the flow when the wind is favorable and you go against the wind when your teammates scold you." The little fat man said aggrievedly, "How can you blame me?"
Kou Beiyue slapped his scalp, "You dare to talk back, you dare to talk back" He stood up angrily, "I'll go get some juice from the living room, what do you want to drink?"
Ever since Master Wuhen went into seclusion, Xiaoyuan has followed Yuanshi Tianzun's instructions and stopped them from going out to deliver express packages.
"Farmers love water!" the little fat man said without hesitation.
Kou Beiyue went out immediately, walked to the door and turned back, not satisfied with the fight, and scalped his head, saying: "We'll play all night, you have to fight me hard, if you lose again, I'll make you a midnight snack." Kou Beiyue went to the living room with a chuckle.
The living room was pitch black. His and your fat boy's room was in the north, while Xiaoyuan and Zhao Xintong's room was in the south, with the living room separating them.
He recently thought that it would be nice to live here with trees all the time.
I can play games with my brothers every night, and I can see Xiaoyuan's door when I go out. Zhao Xintong is a girl with mysophobia, and the hygiene of the house is her responsibility. She does her job very efficiently.
He cherishes his current life and hopes it can continue forever. Kou Beiyue came to the refrigerator and was about to open it when he suddenly heard Zhao Xintong coughing from the room opposite.
Coughing and hoarseness.
"Huh? This girl is sick?" Kou Beiyue thought subconsciously, and then, a coughing sound was heard from Xiaoyuan's room.
There was a sound of "thump" behind him. Kou Beiyue turned around in shock and saw the little fat man falling to the ground, gasping for breath.
No matter how slow he was, he realized that something was wrong. He looked around vigilantly and saw a dark shadow sitting on the sofa in the living room.
"He has a good physique, seems to be a bewitching demon?" The figure on the sofa in the living room smiled.
"You!" Kou Beiyue was shocked and instinctively grabbed a weapon from the inventory.
"Cough cough!" So he covered his throat and coughed hard. First his forehead felt hot, then he felt dizzy and vomited. This feeling reminded him of the time when he had a stomachache and a high fever when he was a child.
"Clang", the weapon in his hand fell.
Kou Beiyue leaned against the refrigerator, slowly fell to the ground, looked towards Xiaoyuan's room with difficulty, and shouted in a weak and hoarse voice, "Xiaoyuan, hurry up!"
Inside the room, Xiao Yuan forced herself to get up and staggered out of the room. There was a broken cell phone beside the bed.
She would never ask Yuanshi Tianzun for help again.
In another room, Zhao Xintong took out the mobile phone from under the pillow with trembling hands, and dialed Yuanshi Tianzun's number while her consciousness was blurred.
In the illusion, Master Wuhen held his heart with one hand, pinched the rosary with the other, and recited the Diamond Sutra. Behind his head was a blazing, clear sun.
The pure and domineering golden light evaporated all the resentful spirits that swooped down from the sky. The power of the sun was the most domineering power in the world, which repelled all spiritual powers of all attributes and was not affected by any spells.
Therefore, even the secret of the origin of the moon cannot erase the existence of the power of the sun.
The only thing that can defeat the power of the sun is the power of the sun. Of course, the leader of the Southern School can transform into something more powerful.
But the nature of Sun's divine power is that it does not distinguish between friend and foe, so this is tantamount to helping the past without a trace in disguise.
The full moon in the clouds hung quietly high in the sky. After the Mad King of the Moon's power was born, endless resentful spirits were spawned and evaporated, one wave after another, and in the end it became a contest of spiritual power.
Whoever's spiritual power runs out first will be defeated. However, the darkness in Master Wuhen's palm gradually faded, and the blood color prevailed. He was about to suppress the evil thoughts in the black sphere, and when his heart completely restored its blood color, he would become a phantom god.
Moreover, he is a phantom god who can suppress evil thoughts. Neither Lingtuo nor the leader of the Southern School are in a hurry, and they are all lurking quietly.
At this moment, Master Wuhen suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance. He sensed Xiaoyuan's call for help, but when he was about to look in the direction of the message, his connection with the Dream Jade Talisman was hidden.
At this time, in the dark void, the strange voice of the Southern Sect leader, which was difficult to distinguish between male and female, came with a cold smile: "Do you really think you can win?"
"That would be too much of an underestimation of the Lord of Taiyin's ability to plan. The past is without a trace, do you want to see what happens to your disciples?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a large picture appeared in the void. It was a scene of a wanderer in the world being shot in the head.
The scene of a role model teacher being pierced in the heart, the scene of the sweet red devil being burned by fire and turned into ashes, the scene of Aunt Fang being beheaded, and the scene of Lin Chong dying in pain in his dream.
The heart in Master Wuhen's palm quickly turned black, and the golden Buddha that had existed from the beginning to the end opened his eyes.
There was no mercy in his eyes anymore, the devil flames were raging, and Master Wuhen roared like a madman, "Lingtuo!"
A light laugh was heard amidst the rolling black clouds.
In a retro-style theater in the capital, Cai Chang stood on the high trapezoidal viewing platform, looking at the empty stage and spoke loudly.
"Palace Master. I have something to report. Wang Shi Wuhen failed to be promoted to a phantom god and is about to go crazy. For the safety of the innocent people in Jinshan City, please kill this thief."
From behind the stage curtain came a soft and charming voice: "Got it."
In the Xie family's old house, Zhang Yuanqing was full of wine and crabs, and he was arm in arm with Xie Su, chatting and laughing with the old ancestor.
"Old Ancestor, please wait for me to hide for a month. After that, I will come out and marry the girls from your Xie family. I want to marry ten of them."
"I've drunk too much. I've drunk too much." Xie Su patted his future son-in-law on the shoulder and said, "Xie family, you can only marry Lingxi!"
"This is your fault, father-in-law. Aunt Xie is so beautiful, why don't you give birth to a few more daughters and marry them to me when the time comes?" said Zhang Yuanqing.
Xie Su was silent for a moment and pushed him away in disgust, "Lingxi said that you are a loyal man. When will this girl's eyes be fixed? She really lacks social experience."
The old ancestor scolded his great-grandson, "What's the crime of having three wives and four concubines?"
Zhang Yuanqing raised his glass and said, "Old Ancestor's words are still pleasant to the ears. After you finish this glass of wine, I will go back."
At this time, the cell phone in his pocket rang. The caller was: Zhao Xintong.