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Chapter 165 Miserable?

Chapter 163 Miserable?
On the weedy coast, there are a few shovels on the ground, and the surrounding weeds have been cleaned up.

On the newly refurbished, somewhat damp ground, there is a head that looks like a carrot.

His face was pale, his bloodless lips were cracked with thirst, and his eyes were closed tightly as if he was dying.

Guan Zu half-kneeled on the ground, he couldn't care so much at the moment, he used his hands to grab the surrounding soil in a panic.

Chen Changqing squatted beside him, quietly looking at Guan Zu in front of him.

With a half-smoked cigarette in his hand, Li Jiajun next to him could not bear it, as if he wanted to help Guan Zu, but looking at the calm Chen Changqing?

He felt a little more pressure and fear inexplicably, but he still didn't dare to step forward in the end.

As time passed, Li Hu's upper body buried in the soil was gradually cleaned out.

There was a stench in the air. Maybe it was Guan Zu's movement that woke Li Hu up, or maybe it was the dug out upper body, which gave Li Hu enough lungs to breathe.

His consciousness gradually began to recover, and at this moment he murmured weakly:
"Water... water..."

On that night two days ago, after sending Zhen Bullet to the hospital, Li Hu was brought here by Luo Ji.

From the traces on the ground, it is not difficult to see that Li Hu should have been pointed at by Luo Ji with a gun and forced him to dig out the hole.

As for the rest?
In fact, it is not difficult to guess that Li Hu was buried alive, but it was different from ordinary burials.

Luo Ji left a head for Li Hu.

It would be best if he could get out, but if Li Hu couldn't get out, Luo Ji would send someone to dig out Li Hu after three days.

Of course, what if Li Hu died during these three days?

It can only be said that he deserved this calamity!
Don't think it's easy to be buried in the soil. The temperature of the soil is lower than that of the human body, and because the space is filled with soil, most people have difficulty breathing, let alone moving.

In addition, this place is desolate and remote, and no one knows what will pass by at night.

Although Li Hu was in a coma, in fact he had never had a good rest in the past two days, and he was in a state of fear every day.

What's even more frightening is that the exposure to the sun during the day and the low temperature at night made Li Hu's body severely dehydrated.

A person can live at least a week without food.

But if there is no water, it can live up to three days!

Looking at Li Hu's weak and haggard appearance, Guan Zu's eyes flickered with impatience. Although the two parties were not very close, they were friends after all.

Seeing Chen Changqing, who was watching the play on the sidelines and had no intention of coming to help, took a deep breath, and Guan Zu gritted his teeth:

"Ahu, wait, I'll find water for you!"

After saying that, regardless of the mud and embarrassment on his body, Guan Zu got up and walked towards the gazebo.

But at the next moment, looking at Guan Zu who was about to pass by in front of him, Chen Changqing grabbed him by the shoulder.

With a strength technique close to that of a master, combined with three times the physical fitness of a human being, Guan Zu, who weighs [-] to [-] pounds, is like a chicken in his hands without any effort, just hearing a "plop".

Guan Zu, who hadn't taken two steps, was directly thrown into the pit. .

Before he could get up in time, he raised his head and glared at Chen Changqing.

His eyes were burning with raging flames, and his expression was somewhat ferocious!

But Chen Changqing ignored it, he flicked the cigarette ash, and directly ignored Guan Zu's eyes that were so angry that he was about to kill, and stared at the blue sea not far away.

The tone is flat, and you can't see much emotion, but you can't tolerate the slightest rejection from others:

"You can't go."

Pupils shrank, Guan Zu struggled to get up from the ground.

What happened to his friend, Chen Changqing's indifference, and the sense of justice that still remained in Guan Zu's heart, even though the person in front of him was Chen Changqing whom he was extremely afraid of, anger could still be heard in the deep and depressed voice:
"Mr. Chen, don't you think it's too much?"

"Clap!"

Under the blowing of the sea breeze, Chen Changqing refilled a cigarette for himself, and a mouthful of blue smoke was expelled from his nasal cavity.

He asked calmly:
"Have it?"

Taking a deep breath, Guan Zu clenched his fists tightly, with heartache and anger in his eyes: "Ah Hu is useless, he is fine with his current state, this matter will become a psychological shadow for his life."

The living people were buried in the soil for two days. This kind of torture cannot be described in words.

Even the most vicious rioters seldom use this kind of punishment.

The physical torture is actually okay, but the truly terrifying thing is the spiritual torture.

That kind of fear and despair, with every breath, the lungs can get less and less air, the unknown fear under the cover of night and the scorching sun during the day, these are enough to become a nightmare that cannot be escaped in a lifetime.

As Guan Zu said at this moment, even if the Ah Hu in front of him is fine physically, his mind is also disabled.

Just because of Guan Zu's angry questioning, Chen Changqing flicked the cigarette ash.

He didn't care about Guan Zu's anger, but turned his head to look at Li Jiajun who couldn't bear it:

"What about you? Do you also think he is miserable?"

With some hesitation in his expression, Li Jiajun looked at Chen Changqing, then at Guan Zu.

After all, the little slippery boy was still a small slippery head, and he gave a vague answer: "It's a bit miserable, but I think the teacher should have his own considerations."

Glancing at this smart kid, the smile in Chen Changqing's eyes made Li Jiajun put on an innocent and innocent look.

Ignoring this smart kid, he looked at Guan Zu not far away.

He flicked the cigarette ash, and his tone was as calm as ever: "I have a house in a small fishing village. The place is very good. It is built on the sea. The main body of the house is higher than the water, about as high as a human head and a half."

Guan Zu's face changed, and he subconsciously shouted:
"Chen Changqing, what do you mean?"

Turning his head to look at Guan Zu who looked shocked and angry, Chen Changqing glanced at Li Hu, whose face was pale, like dead grass after the cold wave, with his head drooping on the ground.

With the corners of his mouth slightly raised, a smile appeared on his face.

The smile is very friendly, giving people the feeling of a warm and friendly big brother next door:
"Didn't he want water? I'll give him water."

Guan Zu wanted to get angry at first, but Li Hu's current physical condition would be thrown into the sea for two days.

That's not a waste, but a sudden death!

But as the four eyes met, seeing the sunny smile on Chen Changqing's face, Guan Zu couldn't help feeling embarrassed.

An inexplicable chill enveloped his heart, and the strong uneasiness forced him to take a step back subconsciously. He felt the danger, and even from Chen Changqing's smile, Guan Zu felt a strong malice.

Fortunately, in the next moment, he noticed that the atmosphere in the air was gradually becoming bad.

The 13-year-old Li Jiajun showed a maturity and reason far beyond ordinary people. He got up and patted the dirt on his body, holding an emerald green grass stem in his mouth, and shouted innocently:

"Brother, aren't you busy? How about I help you go back and get water."

As he spoke, Li Jiajun walked towards the gazebo with his short legs, regardless of whether the two agreed or not.

And as Li Jiajun left, his gaze was a bit dodgy, but the toughness in the young man's bones made Guan Zu snort coldly, and then turned around in the direction of Li Hu with an expression of arrogance:

"Humph!"

Looking at the other party's childish appearance, Chen Changqing couldn't help shaking his head and chuckling.

Regardless of his age, he is much older than Li Jiajun.

But if you really want to compete in the next game, Guan Zu can be played to death by Li Jiajun!
Five minutes later, Li Jiajun came back. He took a bottle of water and three apples.

One of them was given to Chen Changqing, and the other two were not eaten. Li Hu's current state is not far from death, and a little water is not enough.

Guan Zu was still pawing the soil around Li Hu. After two days of fermentation of urine and feces, the surrounding soil exuded a disgusting stench.
And looking at the broken mud that keeps rolling towards the middle around.

Li Jiajun thought for a while, then picked up the shovel next to him.

He didn't dare to help Guan Zu openly, so he could only shovel the soil dug out by Guan Zu to the outside. Although the help was not great, it made Guan Zu feel a little more grateful.

In this way, time passed quickly, almost 10 minutes later.

With pale skin, Li Hu, who looked like a corpse, was dragged out of the pit.

His face was pale, his eyes were empty, his clothes were soaked in mud, and he smelled of defecation. Although it was a bit too much to compare a person to a corpse, Li Hu's state at the moment was more breathless than a corpse.

He just looked at Li Jiajun, who was pale and holding a shovel in his hand.

Chen Changqing got up and patted the dust on his pants:

"Is it miserable?"

(End of this chapter)