Tang Ge

Chapter 5
"Slap!" A slap fell from the sky, and Qiao He almost fell to the ground again. She had just recovered, "Slap!" Another one!
The young man stood in front of Qiao He with a gloomy expression, "You troublesome bitch! See how I deal with you later!"

Qiao He suddenly felt that all her rationality had gone to the sky, and her anger was like a big fire, and all the blood rushed to her head. She jumped up, slapped her backhand, and exhausted all her strength. He hit it hard, "Who the hell do you think you are!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, those inside the house, those outside the house, those who were about to go out, those who hadn't, including the young man himself, he probably never dreamed that he would be slapped in the face, and he was still a little boy. So he stood there blankly like a fool, completely unprepared for Qiao He's counterattack later.

The movements seemed to be unusually coherent. After Qiao He succeeded in a blow, it was a standard Taekwondo side kick, followed by a straight punch in a Sanda style, and then a knee bump in a woman's self-defense technique, and then... ...It was the usual kicking, beating, pinching, biting, and scratching in girls' fights. At this time, the young man had already been kicked to the ground by her kick, and Qiao He's beating to vent his anger and revenge had not yet ended.

At this moment, people seemed to realize that they rushed up and pressed Qiao He to the ground, and rescued the so-called son from her clutches.The man seemed mad with rage.Pulling out the sword at his waist, he was about to rush over. The older young man hugged the young young man who was on the verge of collapse, and then shouted to everyone: "This maid has also been possessed by a ghost, pull her out together Burned!"

Qiao He's smile was suddenly frozen on her face, she looked around in confusion, and from a distance, a sad and painful look cast her on her body, she couldn't help muttering to herself, burn... burn to death?

The heavy clouds have cleared, the moon is already in the middle of the sky, and it seems to be late autumn.

The night wind was blowing coolly, Qiao He was tied up with his hands, and fell in the middle of the field. She turned her head and saw that the boy was tied to a pillar, and someone was constantly adding firewood to his feet.The young man lowered his head, as if he was already weak, as if he felt Qiao He's gaze, he slowly raised his head, half-opening his eyes, "I'm sorry, I have troubled you."

Qiao He shook his head hastily, wanting to say something, but couldn't open his mouth.Anyway, I have already died once, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

She turned to look at the two young men who were sitting on the chair over there.The older one closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and leaned back on the chair, as if he didn't care about anything, while the younger one stared at her fiercely, as if planning to swallow her into his stomach.

Qiao He also stared at him fiercely, death is nothing to be afraid of, and it's not like he hasn't died before, maybe when he wakes up, he's already lying in the warm dormitory of the college, and Zhong Yan has already been expelled.

She was thinking secretly, trying to force herself not to think about the cruel way of death, but she couldn't help but look back again, the wood over there was already piled up very high.

A bell sounded suddenly, and several boys in Taoist suits in green clothes ran up with the bells, swaying between themselves and the young man, and the Taoist also came up, holding a long Baojian, with three huge incense sticks burning in front of him, muttered something strange in his mouth that no one could understand.Then, he waved his sword and danced a lot.

With a sound of "Pfft!", a bowl of blood that could not be said to be dog blood or something was poured on the young man's pale face. He turned his face to the side and frowned slightly, blood trickling down the lines of his face. Sprinkle a drop on the front of the clothes.

Qiao He suddenly felt as if someone had dug a big hole in his chest, then pulled out his heart, and threw it bloody in the icy and snowy wasteland.She bit her lips tightly, and the tears just slid down drop by drop, flowed down her pointed chin, and dripped into the soil.It's not because of fear, but because of the sudden uncontrollable sadness in my heart, and the unspeakable love.

"Stop!" Someone suddenly shouted from afar.

The boy opened his eyes suddenly, and was about to say something when he suddenly coughed violently.

A well-proportioned woman in her thirties rushed into the crowd. Behind her were two maids who wanted to help her. She ran to the center of the venue, burst into tears, and stepped forward. He hugged the boy who was still coughing violently.

"Zhiyun, Zhiyun, you are not dead, you are not dead!"

The boy named Zhiyun stopped coughing slowly, and smiled lightly, "Mom, I'm fine."

The woman stretched out trembling hands to gently support Zhiyun's blood-stained face, "It's great, it's great that you're not dead." Then she turned her head and said to the two sitting on the chair, "My lord, four Young master, Zhiyun is not dead, let him go!"

The eldest son stood up and went forward to give a salute; "Aunt Wan, Zhiyun was possessed by a ghost, broke out of the coffin, and rose up as a fraudulent corpse. This is a fact that everyone has seen, and it has been confirmed by the celestial master. He is not Fifth Brother now, but a wild ghost, it is windy at night, you should go back first, leave the matter here to me, and naturally I will send Fifth Brother on the road properly. Come here! Send Madam back!"

The woman pushed away the maid who came to help her, took two steps forward, suddenly knelt on the ground, and kowtowed her head.

Zhiyun's eyes widened suddenly, "Mom!" He yelled loudly, but before the words came out, he coughed violently again.His body trembled like a leaf in the wind and rain.

The woman didn't pay any attention to it, she only kowtowed to the two young masters.

"Eldest son, fourth son, Zhiyun is young and ignorant. He has offended you in the past. Please forgive me for the sake of the master and let him go. I am here to thank you and kowtow to you gone."

The eldest son sneered; "What is Wan Yiniang doing? Our brothers are always friendly, so there is no talk of conflict. Besides, we are exorcising ghosts, not killing fifth brother." Then he turned his head and looked at the people around him. The man sternly said, "What are you doing standing there? Didn't you hear that you were asked to send the second lady back?"

Several healthy women came out in a row, grabbed the woman who was still kneeling on the ground, and dragged her away regardless of her cries.

Qiao He turned his head, Zhiyun still closed his eyes and leaned against the stake, panting violently, but the angry expression on his face could no longer be concealed.

"Tianshi, please continue to practice!"

Zhang Tianshi picked up a bowl, took a sip, and then sprayed it on the wood under Zhiyun's feet. A child threw a burning torch over, and with a "huh", the flame ignited high.

"Stop!" Qiao He jumped up suddenly, bumped away the so-called celestial master with his hands behind his back, ran to the boy in a few steps, and kicked away the burning wood under his feet several times regardless of the scorching heat.

(End of this chapter)