Chapter 16 Bad Fate Part 1

Li Changhu saw the young man lifting up the animal skin and flashing a cold light. His ferocious and sharp beast-like eyes stared into Li Changhu's eyes happily and fiercely without blinking.

The cold light was as fast as lightning, piercing Li Changhu's throat. He was so frightened that he only had time to take a step back and quickly reached out to block it.

too fast!

This stab has been practiced for twenty-two years, and it has broken through many haystacks and suppressed many nights of hatred.

The cold light was clearly a bright silver lightning, but it avoided Li Changhu's blocking hand like a swimming fish and penetrated straight into his throat.

Li Changhu only had time to let out a few bloody sobs, and fell heavily to the ground. His eyes were blurred, and he vaguely listened to the screams and angry shouts around him.

"Beast!!!"

Tian Shoushui, who was standing behind Li Changhu, let out a heartbreaking roar. He was not as tall as Li Changhu and was completely covered. It wasn't until Li Changhu fell that he figured out what happened.

His eyes were red, and the veins on his head were bulging, and he reached out to grab the young man.

The young man succeeded in the attack, but he abandoned the dagger and took advantage of the opportunity for everyone to help Li Changhu. He rolled on the spot to avoid the grasping hand of Kaitian Shoushui, and crashed into the crowd of refugees like a vigorous mouse deer.

Tian Shoushui stepped forward to chase after him, and the refugees moved out of the way as if their nest had exploded. He only had time to see the young man get into the reed marsh at the edge of the village and run away into the distance.

"Fuck."

Without looking back, Tian Shoushui followed the traces and got into the reed swamp, leaving behind the refugees who were huddled together in panic.

"The one who suffered the plague! The dog got in!"

Everyone reacted one after another. The middle-aged man was pressed against the wall by the villagers, crying and cursing:

"You really don't want to do the villain's business!! The villain doesn't know that young man, he just sneaked in on the road!"

"Shut up!"

Liu Linfeng cursed with a pale face, gritted his teeth, supported Li Changhu who fell on the ground, rolled his eyes at the middle-aged man, and lost his sense of proportion for a moment.

Seeing his nephew vomiting blood and already dead, his mind was in chaos: How should he explain to his sister? How to explain to Li Mutian? My nephew died in front of me in vain!

Ren Ping'an sat on the ground blankly. His daughter Ren became pregnant after marrying Li Changhu. Li Changhu died like this, and the child he watched grow up died like this!

Everyone was panicking. On the ground, Li Changhu only stared at the sky with his eyes open, feeling the hot blood flowing in his chest, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

"I'm just sorry for Xiang Ping, I want to make his red affairs become nothing."

Li Changhu's remaining consciousness thought dimly. The pain and suffocation finally plunged him into boundless darkness.

In the midst of the chaos, a silver light flew quietly from his Dantian where no one could see it. It pulled its tail and ran to the sky like a baby swallow throwing itself into the arms. It circled in a circle and flew towards the backyard of Li's house.

not far away.

Old man Xu stood hunched over and trembling, watching the young man insert the knife into Li Changhu's neck, and the tip of the knife even slightly emerged from the back of his neck. He felt a breath of blood rushing to his head from his chest and abdomen, and there was a wave in front of his eyes. I felt so dark that I almost fainted.

"What a bad fate!"

He was in tears, holding tightly in his hand a bunch of grass crickets that he was going to bring to Li Changhu, and covering his heart in pain.

"Beast..."

Old man Xu took a deep breath, wiped the tears from his face, and ran towards the back hill, mumbling:

"This old man has killed his wife, destroyed his master's family, and has seen more people than you, a wild wolf, have pooped on. Just wait! Just wait! The old man is here to talk to you!"

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Li family.

Lu Jiangxian in the ancestral hall sighed silently. He woke up when Li Changhu was assassinated, but the village was too far away and there was nothing he could do. He could only watch everything happen.

Looking at the silver light hovering around the mirror like a butterfly, as long as he thought about it, this talisman could turn into pure essence to nourish his soul.

It's just that Li Changhu has not cultivated Xuanjing, and the talisman has little benefit. He sighed, Lu Jiang reversed the magic formula, and used the "Xuanzhu Sacrifice Spiritual Art" to activate the spiritual consciousness in this talisman, extracting one after another from the talisman. Magical power emerged in the courtyard and extended to everyone in the Li family.

Li Mutian lay down for more than an hour before falling asleep. However, he saw the moonlight pouring out from the window and door like water. The window was as bright as day. His eldest son, Li Changhu, was standing beside the bed and looking at him quietly.

"What happened?"

Li Mutian asked his eldest son in a hoarse voice.

Li Changhu pursed his lips and said nothing, staring at Li Mutian's face carefully, as if he wanted to remember him firmly.

"Cough cough cough."

Li Mutian coughed hard several times, frowned and asked:

"Changhu, what happened?"

Li Changhu, however, leaned over and bowed respectfully to his father, then choked with sobs and said:

"Father, take care..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Changhu's figure was scattered in the wind like gravel. The watery moonlight slowly dimmed, and the courtyard, which was as bright as day, also darkened.

Li Mutian was extremely uneasy. He reached out to grab it and kept shouting.

"Speak, kid! Changhu! Li Changhu!"

He woke up suddenly from the bed and stared out the window blankly.

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Side house.

"Do you also have dreams while practicing?"

In the side room, Li Chijing opened his eyes with tears on his face, stood up and walked outside the room, where he saw Li Tongya sitting at the wooden table.

Seeing his younger brother coming out, Li Tongya quickly wiped away the tears on his face, squeezed out a smile and asked:

"What's wrong?"

Li Chijing looked at his brother blankly, raised his head and asked:

"Where's eldest brother?"

"Brother, he was called out by the tenant early in the morning. Maybe there was something going on in the field."

Li Tongya smiled and replied.

But when the door creaked, Li Mutian stood at the door and called out uneasily:

"Tongya! Go and call your eldest brother back... That's all, I'll go there myself."

Li Mutian hurriedly put on his shoes, walked to the front yard and pushed the door open, he couldn't help but be startled.

A large circle of villagers gathered outside the door, all holding torches and weeping. Three people were kneeling at the foot of the stone steps, with something covered in white cloth.

Looking at the ashamed and sad expressions of Tian Shoushui and Ren Ping'an, Li Mutian felt extremely uneasy. He walked down the steps with trembling hands, pushed away Liu Linfeng who came to help him with tears in his eyes, and gently opened the white cloth.

Li Mutian's vision went dark and he almost fainted. The brothers who followed him also looked uneasy. Li Chijing stepped forward to take a look, fell to his knees on the ground with a plop, and shouted sadly:

"elder brother!"

After snorting on Li Changhu, Li Chijing suddenly raised his head, looked at the surrounding villagers with sobs and tears, and shouted sharply:

"Who! Who?! Who dares?"

This loud shout was like the roar of a tiger, and everyone was so startled that they took a few steps back and looked at him tremblingly.