The show begins!
The afternoon sun illuminated the ridges of the fields brightly.
Feng Shui master Lao Ning ran wildly on the dirt road like a frightened mouse, one foot deep and one foot shallow, his lungs aching.
A dozen meters behind him, two young police officers were caught in an embarrassment.
Two old villagers with white hair clung to them tightly. One of them simply sat on the ground with his arms locked around the police officer's ankles like an iron hoop, while the other almost hung on the police officer's waist, howling at the top of his voice:
"Someone's been beaten to death! The officials are bullying the common people!" The police officer was spitting in the face.
The other old woman covered her forehead, which hadn't been hit at all, and said in a voice so sharp that it could have pierced the sky: "I feel dizzy! He just hit my head with his elbow and smashed it. Ouch—"
Old Ning glanced back at the chaotic scene, a sinister arc forming at the corner of his mouth as he whispered venomously through his teeth, "Damn, that cop has a sharp nose... He actually managed to find his way into this place."
He spat fiercely: "You dare to come to my territory and act wildly? I think you are grabbing the offering fruit from the table of the King of Hell, you are seeking death!"
At this moment, a rickety motorcycle roared towards him, kicking up a cloud of dust. The rider was a young man with dyed yellow hair: "Uncle Ning! Get on!"
Lao Ning jumped onto the back seat nimbly, and the motorcycle suddenly rushed out of the road, bumping up the narrow ridge of the field.
He turned his head and watched the policemen who were being held tightly by the old man and roaring in vain becoming smaller and smaller, and finally a look of wild pride appeared on his face.
The motorcycle engine roared as it sprinted madly on the narrow ridge of the field, splashing mud and water as it sped all the way.
Coming towards us, a skinny old man was walking slowly towards us, leading a strong yellow cow.
Seeing the motorcycle, his cloudy eyes lit up and he hurriedly moved aside to make way, pointing anxiously at the distance with his dry hand: "Quick! Quick! There are no police here! The road ahead is open!"
The cigarette butt in the yellow-haired boy's mouth flickered in the wind. He felt like the assassin escorting Mr. Key in the movie. He was so handsome, so fast, and no one could stop him!
He tossed his head with a carefree and proud look, causing a few strands of yellow hair on his forehead to fly up. "Alright! Thanks, old man!"
However, just as the motorcycle brushed past the old ox——
The docile and silent ox suddenly shook its head without any warning!
The hard and huge bull horns were like a precisely calculated battering ram. With a dull "clang" sound, they hit the side frame of the motorcycle firmly!
The world is spinning!
The enormous force directly blew the high-speed motorcycle away!
The man and the car drew an awkward arc in the air!
Then there were two sounds of "plop!" and "plop!"
It crashed heavily into the muddy and watery rice field next to it!
"Ugh!" Lao Ning fell face down into the mud. The cold smell of humus instantly rushed into his mouth and nose, choking him and making him see stars.
He struggled to raise his head, his face covered with black mud, and a few green rice seedlings were comically stuck in his hair, making him look like a failed scarecrow.
The little yellow-haired boy was even worse off. His legs were crushed by the heavy motorcycle and he struggled in vain in the mud and water like a turtle with its lid up.
The old man was terrified and tried to get the man out of the fields in a panic, muttering, "Oh my! What's wrong with this cow today? Why is it trying to imitate the little yellow-haired boy and shaking his head at this critical moment?"
But just as he took a step forward, the old ox that caused the accident slowly moved sideways, like a steady mountain, blocking his way.
It lowered its head, and its wet nose almost touched the old man's face.
Two huge nostrils "huffed" out two streams of hot air with a grassy smell, and the cow's eyes as big as copper bells stared at him without blinking.
All the old man's movements froze instantly, and his arrogance disappeared completely.
He was so scared that he quickly raised his arms to protect his chest, his voice changing: "Don't... don't hit me!"
"Old man, we are family!"
"If you hit them, you can't hit me anymore!"
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