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A "kacha" sound was made because the wooden handle had been broken. The blade flew out. It fell to the ground with a crash, causing a piece of the red brick on the floor to fall off. One could see how heavy the head of the blade was. There was one thing he could not ignore. Just when the kitchen knife was about to cut my head, a "dang" sound rang out. It was clearly the sound of an iron weapon colliding with an iron weapon.

I felt where my head had been cut and found no blood, not even pain. It was as if he had put on an iron helmet. When he took the hit, he felt as if he had been struck.

The others were stunned. There was a look of disbelief on his face.

After approximately ten seconds, Yang Dabao snapped out of his daze and looked at the bare wooden handle in his hand. He threw it away and picked up the blade from the ground to take a look. The blade had been rolled up. He then looked at me with a very surprised expression and said, "Good boy, you have a divine technique to protect you!"

"Is the blade too bad?" And this blade was originally rolled? " I analyzed.

Yang Dabao said, "Don't be so modest! I just saw the sparks flying out of your head. Besides, I just sharpened this kitchen knife a few days ago. The handle was new to me, too. He's really strong! But your head is harder. Harder than stone! When my blade landed on the rock, it was still able to cut a hole in the rock! "

I was silent.

Cripple Zhao Liang exclaimed, "What do you mean? Could it be that this fellow has mastered the Steel Head Technique? "

Zhao Xinxin's father said: "How long has it been since I married Xin'er! He was hammered on the day of his marriage. Wasn't his head bleeding from being smashed by a sledgehammer!? "Why is his head so tough today?"

Yang Dabao laughed coldly and said, "There is a type of person that is too good at pretending. He likes to put on airs. Always like to play the weak chicken, very sad. It was as if the whole world had let him down! Little did he know, he was the one who … "What a terrifying thing!"

Zhao Xinxin's father said: "It's one thing for this person to pretend to be a face, or to dress up and change his appearance. Could it be that he can act tough as well? Then what kind of person are you!? "

Yang Dabao said: "You only have to be bold and think of him! "Don't take him for a common mortal!"

"What?" Do I have to treat him as a god? Do you want to give him up? " Zhao Xinxin's father shouted excitedly.

"To f * * king compete!" No matter how powerful he is, I'm not afraid of him! What kind of head can you have? One shot to his head and he bled a bloody hole, making his brain flow out! " Cripple Zhao Liang said indignantly.

Zhao Xinxin's father also said angrily: "If he dares to be crazy with us, I'll press him to the ground and use an iron chisel to kill him! If you don't believe me, you can't dig a hole in his head! "

Yang Dabao no longer spoke. He didn't seem to know what to say.

I looked at Yang Dabao for a long time, and the more I looked, the more I felt that this person was not simple. He opened his mouth and said, "This moneymaker on the street should at least be able to perform a few magic tricks! Maybe it was Yang Dabao who used magic just now! I don't believe my head is that tough! " As he said that, he walked over and picked up a brick from under the wall. Clenching his teeth, he closed his eyes and ruthlessly slammed it on his head.

"Bam!" Blood gushed from my head. A pool of blood covered his face.

Cripple Zhao Liang said, "Like I said, whoever has such a tough head will know magic tricks!"

"Damn it!" I thought that this time around, we've really met some strong people who are hard to deal with. " Zhao Xinxin's father's taut face relaxed, and she grinned, obviously pleased.

Only Yang Dabao's face was gloomy as he looked at me gloomily.

I saw a few clean towels on a rope in the yard. He walked over and prepared to pick a strip to wipe the blood off his face. "Zhao Xinxin's father ran over with a thump. She kicked me in the side and scolded," "Slut claws, touch everything. Is this your towel?

I got up from the floor and went into the kitchen and found a dirty, greasy rag on the stove and wiped the blood off my face and pressed it to the wound on my head. Sitting in the firewood, breathing heavily.

Yang Dabao stood at the entrance of the kitchen, still staring at me with a gloomy expression, and said: "Other people would really like to show off their strong side and intimidate others. But you have to make the side of a weak chicken for others to see. Anyone with a brain would think that you're not normal! "

"Being tough head on with a kitchen knife is indeed a strong side. However, you probably didn't have any good intentions in creating such a scene for me! I would rather not have such a strong side. I am willing to show my true self to others! " "No," I said.

Yang Dabao grinned, as if he had heard a joke. He said, "I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen such a shameless person like you!"

I stopped talking.

They looked at each other in silence. It was like a silent contest.

Time passed slowly. A long time passed.

"Jin Shi, I have already opened the fourth Silk Bag!" Yang Dabao spoke first.

"Is that so? "What's in it?" I asked.

"Saying that as of the fifth day of the tenth month of the year 2006, a total of ten thousand people had already lost their lives to Jin Shi!"

"Ridiculous!" How could I have killed so many people! I won't kill a single person! Killing people is against the law, we have to go to jail! " "No," I said.

Yang Dabao laughed again. The smile was full of unspeakable cynicism.

I said, "It's not right for you to open the Silk Bag ahead of time. You should open another Silk Bag every other month! "

Yang Dabao said: "If I don't open the Silk Bag in advance, how can I prevent such a tragedy from happening!"

"There is still the fifth Silk Bag. Have you opened it yet?" I asked.

"No, to be honest, I don't dare to open it!"

"Why?"

"Because I'm afraid my heart won't be able to take it! Amongst the last Silk Bag, there is definitely the scariest thing in the world! " Yang Dabao said.

Judging from his solemn expression and serious tone, it didn't seem like he was joking at all. I could even see that he was trying to contain his excitement.

I said smilingly, "You still believe that? There's no saving you!"

"One thousand three hundred and sixty-seven people from Zhao Huang Village have died!" Yang Dabao stared at me and said.

"Oh, so many have died!" I blinked and looked down.

"More than two hundred of them are children who are not even five years old yet!"

"Oh, poor. He died at an age when he didn't know anything! There are so many new things they haven't had time to taste! " "No," I said.

"You seem to be feeling very regretful!"

"What do you mean 'like I'm really sorry'? My heart hurts!" "No," I said.

Yang Dabao laughed again, there was an unspeakable ridicule in his smile.

I hated to see him smile like that, so I lowered my head.

"1,367 people! Although there are a lot of them, they are still far from 10,000!" Yang Dabao said.

"If 10,000 people really die, I'm afraid it will shock the entire world!" "No," I said.

After being silent for a while, Yang Dabao said: "Jin Shi, are you not afraid of the heavens' retribution?"

"Why should I be afraid?" I looked up at him.

Yang Dabao's expression was especially complicated. He did not say anything else and just turned around and left.

I pulled the dry wood back a little and lay down on it and closed my eyes and slept.

At noon, Big Sister Jin Yuxia went into the kitchen to cook. I'll boil the pot for her. She brought me a bowl of cooked food. Seeing her go back and forth, she busied herself with serving the bowl. I couldn't help but say, "It's fine if you cook for them, but if you're done then they won't come over to carry it. You have to bring it over to them!"

Jin Yuxia frowned and said: "Brother, don't meddle in this matter! It would be great if a family could live a peaceful life! "

I didn't say anything, just picked up the bowl and drank my food.

After dinner, I had nothing to do. He then moved a small stool to the courtyard and took out the fishing tackle as well, guarding the hole as he went fishing. Want a bowl of fish soup. Zhao Xinxin's mother saw this and said: "Jin Shi, are you stupid? How can you catch fish in such a hole? I was going to pull some dirt to fill it up, but your dad wouldn't let me fill it up, so he said it wouldn't be convenient to pour some water into the pot! "

I said, "Eat the fish when I catch you!"

"What if you can't?"

"Even if we can't catch them, we can't!"

"If you have the time to fish, why don't you go take a look at the crops!" Otherwise, if I were to sweep the courtyard and dig out the feces in the latrine, I will! " Zhao Xinxin's mother said.

I ignored her, fiddling with my fishing tackle.

"Didn't you hear what I said!? Do you want to get beaten up!? " Zhao Xinxin's mother cried out.

I ignored her.

"Where's Big Treasure? Come out! Hit him! " Zhao Xinxin's mother shouted towards the west room.

Yang Dabao rushed out of the west room with a wine bottle like a wild leopard, baring his teeth, he jumped in front of me and shouted, "Bang!" He smashed the bottle of wine in his hand onto my head. Glass dregs flew everywhere. The wine bottle shattered. This bottle didn't hit the old wound on my head, my head didn't bleed, and I was fine. I continued to fiddle with the fishing tackle in my hand, not even bothering to lift my eyelids.

"What's going on? It didn't break his head even after knocking on it so hard. How could he smack his own head with a brick? Big Treasure, don't try any magic at all. If you want to beat him up for real, then do it! " Zhao Xinxin's mother said angrily.

Yang Dabao laughed bitterly: "Which bastard is using magic?! The one who does the magic is the dog. "Fuck it!"

"Forget it, let him fish!" "Let's see what he can fish out!" Zhao Xinxin's mother could only give up.

The few of them ate their fill and went to sleep in the house. This was not the time to be busy with farming. If you go to the street and you're not familiar with the villagers, there's no signal from the television. The skillet on the roof where the TV signal was collected was stolen. I don't know what else to do but sleep.

I was alone in the yard.

Suddenly, the fishing line loosened and tightened and began to sway back and forth. Some fish had taken the bait. I stood up and gathered up the fishing line. The line was too long, and the fish on the hook below was heavy, which took time and effort to collect. I was so tired that I broke into a sweat and finally got the fish out of the hole.