The next moment, the sickle deeply stuck on the shoulder trembled, and the person holding the wooden stick seemed to be so scared that he shook hard under such a gaze.

But he clearly did not show any hostility or murderous intentions. The young man holding the wooden stick met his eyes and his face turned pale.

However, a half-aged child beside him had a clear look and said with unbearable feelings:

"Brother, what did this person do wrong? You should treat him like this. Obviously, when the gangster of the Wang family bullied you yesterday, you didn't even have the courage to waving your fists. Why do you come to bully others today?"

The young man suddenly looked ruthless and was about to pull out his sickle: "What do you know! The gangster bully of the Wang family, no matter how bad he is, he will only bully an honest person like me! This tuberculosis who is full of illness is the most harmful."

Unexpectedly, the palm was just exerting force, but the sickle couldn't be pulled. He looked up in horror.

He saw the ugly monster sitting on the ground with nowhere to come from the strength, holding the blade, blood gushing in his palm, and his face was expressionless.

The man was so scared that he pulled out his sickle hard and cursed: "Dirty Untouchable!"

Someone immediately shouted: "If you continue like this, I don't know when I will kill him. If you beat him to death, we will not suffer any sins. Let's lead a horse!"

No one wants to touch refugees who have dirty diseases.

When Qi Yu heard the words of Qianma, he immediately knew what these people were going to do?

The rope around his neck suddenly tightened, and he was dragged to the ground, and the long pole was tied tightly to the horse's belly.

The old villager smoked a cigarette pole, and said with disgust and compassion: "We are all honest people who eat honest food. Even if you are a sinful untouchable person like you, you will inevitably suffer from some bad luck in your hands. Now your life and death will be decided by this beast. If you are still alive overnight, then God will not accept your life and we dare not kill you casually, so we will let you go."

The old man was obviously very famous in the village. After a few words, he had a lot of talk and made friends everywhere, praising him for being kind and kind, and always leaving room for his work.

The rope around Qi Yu's neck suddenly tightened, and he was dragged behind a horse as people cheered and chatted.

He crawled in the dust and slowly raised his head, his eyes stained by blood showed a plain look.

The horse in front heard the owner whistle, neighing, and subconsciously raised its front hooves to run.

But as soon as the front hooves were raised, they suddenly took them back. The horse turned around and stared at the blood-stained figure, with dark eyes staring at him deeply.

His eyes were very calm.

Its eyes were very gentle, he slowly lowered his horse's hooves, turned around and walked towards Qi Yu.

The cheering sound of everyone stopped abruptly, and someone said angrily: "What do you do with a dead beast? You can touch that diseased ghost! I raised you so big, so I didn't let you get infected with these dirty diseases."

The horse's owner raised his whip and dropped a blood mark on his buttocks, stopping it from turning back.

The horse was in pain and subconsciously ran two steps in the opposite direction of Qi Yu. Qi Yu was dragged, and the flesh and blood rubbed against the ground for a distance and then heard another awkward neigh.

The horse turned forward and sat on the ground and refused to leave.

The master was extremely angry and waved a few more whips, but it was still fruitless. But the sick ghost must not let it go. He took out a knife to cut melons and stabbed the horse hard on the butt. The blood finally stimulated the animal's ferocity.

This time, he was completely running wildly between the mountain roads.

Qi Yu didn't say a word, was dragged for a whole night, his arms and chest were fuzzy, and his face, which was beyond recognition, was even more terrible.

Even so, he still can't die.

The body of Youzu, which had lost its power and rotten, was still plagued by curses, and he could not die.

After running all night, the horse was exhausted, gasping and foaming at the mouth.

Of course, the owner couldn't bear to let the horses raised in his home die of exhaustion and quickly untied the rope.

People surrounded them again and poked the sick dead man who was still motionless on the ground with long sticks.

Qi Yu's cheek was buried in the bloody soil. He felt the malicious temptation of the wooden sticks on his body, and felt it was like his first time going down the mountain to the earth. When he saw a country boy bullying a stray weak dog, he lightly poked the dying and dirty thing on the ground with the branches in his hand.

Now, in people's eyes, he is even more disgusting and disgusting than the stray dog.

He turned around and looked up at the sky.

It immediately attracted many people's exclamations: "My God! Who is this person who was dragged by a horse all night but still alive!"

"Monster! What a monster!"

Qi Yu turned his eyes slightly and looked at the group of common villagers with cold eyes: "It's dawn, I'm still alive, so, are you planning to fulfill your promise and let me go, or continue to torture me for the sake of heaven."

"Bah!" A woman spitted a mouthful of phlegm on the ground and said angrily: "You dirty thing, it's better to burn it with a fire. Who is willing to waste your energy to torture you!"

"Yes, yes, Aunt Liu reminds us of this, go and get the tung oil torch!"

Sure enough, these people still did not keep their promises.

When the cold tung oil sprinkled on his body like rain, it penetrated into the wound and hurt bitterly, like a sharp knife, picking away his eroded flesh and blood.

What is unbearable is that the greasy and disgusting feeling is really unpleasant!

Bang!

The torches were split and lit the earth, and the fire burned his hair, clothes, and skin in a turbulent manner. At times, dawn was not just about breaking the darkness and bringing warm light to people.

The fire at dawn can destroy everything.

Qi Yu lived through twenty-five years and suffered from the cold curse. Today he was able to experience the torture of fire and fire was so difficult.

He struggled to hold up, and his skin still turned black in the fire and sky light. The bloody skin cracked the blood-red tender flesh and teared out scarlet blood as he struggled to get up.

He started fighting in a staggering gaze under the horror of everyone!

He looked at the people on the road ahead, his head was towering weakly, his voice was burned hoarsely by the fire, and his lungs felt like they were about to be cracked. Just speaking was a huge pain.

He said: "Get out of the way, don't get in the way."

So people made way.

He was covered in flames, and people were afraid and afraid and did not rush to get close.

I just watched him sway, staggering, and walking towards the depths of the forest with a hunched over.

People were coveting each other and followed closely until they saw the sick ghost walking across a hillside, they finally rolled down powerlessly. The dust extinguished the fire on his body, and they leaned weakly on the hillside, and it seemed that the last bit of energy was worn out.

People seemed to be caught by the shocking scene in front of them, because from the beginning to the end, from the stones to the burning of fire, this person did not make a sound of pain.

Until the figure fell, an unrealistic feeling suddenly arose in their hearts.

Perhaps, this person will not be able to stay up and move forward and leave soon after lying there.

It is obvious that all the remaining body has failed, and it is clear that the road ahead is not set for him. It is obvious that there are more malicious intentions waiting for him on the road ahead, but why, people think that he can go very far.

No one dared to continue to make things difficult for him, but a little girl said, pointing to the small hill behind Qi Yu, and said, "That's the Emperor's Slope..."

Hearing the word "Emperor", the person lying there seemed to have his eyes lifted up, but he still couldn't have the extra strength to open his eyes, so he had to slowly curl the corners of his lips, with a bit of fun: "Is the Emperor... Slope? But what's the allusion?"

People immediately covered the little girl's mouth, as if they felt that such a pure and simple child said something more to this person full of dirty diseases, which was a pollution to themselves.

But the little girl flexibly flickered away, her innocent big eyes were filled with little stars, and she said excitedly: "This is the Emperor's Slope, you haven't heard of it? It's so useless, this is a place of heroes."

Qi Yu really didn't know how this ordinary weed-covered short slope became the heroic place that the little girl longed for. He smiled powerlessly.

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