Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

"Huh...huh..." Song Xiaoqi gasped, leaning against the moss-covered stone brick wall, feeling a burning pain in her lungs.

Since her parents passed away half a year ago, Song Xiaoqi's family has completely lost their source of income.

Song Xiaoqi, who had no father or mother, and no relatives or elders willing to take her in, gradually went down a wrong path, stealing to support herself and... her brother who was three years younger than her.

The few hundred yuan that was taken out of Shen Ke's wallet had been tightly grasped by Song Xiaoqi and put into her pocket. Today's order was neither too much nor too little.

But now that everyone is accustomed to paying with mobile phones, being able to steal cash is already a very good thing.

You know, sometimes, when she looks around the streets, she can hardly see a few tourists using cash.

After taking a few more breaths, I suddenly heard a burst of violent footsteps coming from behind. I turned around and saw that the yellow long-haired and red fried-haired men who were chasing behind me were chasing after them again!

"You didn't steal their money, why are you chasing after them so closely?"

Song Xiaoqi was angry and scared, so she quickly took steps forward and ran in from a smaller alley on the side of the alley. She was a native of Surabaya City and was familiar with the place. She had been stealing for so long, except that she was not very skilled at the beginning. , it will be difficult for anyone to catch her later.

However, what made Song Xiaoqi collapse was that both the eldest sister just now and the Huang Changmao behind her were running very fast.

Before she could even get out of the smaller alley, Huang Changmao gradually approached and grabbed her hair!

"Little thing, you haven't learned well at a young age, but you have learned how to steal, huh?" Huang Changmao laughed proudly, and firmly controlled Song Xiaoqi in his hands.

Song Xiaoqi screamed in pain, grabbed Huang Changmao's hand and bit it down!

"Ah!" Huang Changmao's hand was bitten with blood, and he slapped Song Xiaoqi in the face with a painful slap!

At the same time, Fang Lin

He and Shen Ke had already followed. Seeing Huang Changmao about to hit the little girl, Fang Lin shouted: "Stop!"

Huang Changmao didn't listen to Fang Lin's words of restraint and continued to wave his palm down powerfully. Fang Lin stepped across and grabbed Huang Changmao's hand with a snap: "She is still a child."

Huang Changmao snorted dissatisfied: "What kind of child is she? She is just a shameless thief. She even bites me. At first glance, she is a bastard without a father and a mother!"

A look of hatred flashed in Song Xiaoqi's eyes, she opened her mouth and bit the back of Huang Shaomao's hand again!

Huang Changmao screamed: "Ah! Let go!"

Fang Lin pulled and pulled Song Xiaoqi away from Huang Changmao to the other side. Huang Changmao, who was so angry that he wanted to slap Song Xiaoqi to death, bent down and said to Song Xiaoqi: "Take out the money you stole." ”

Song Xiaoqi turned away stubbornly and said, "I didn't steal your money."

Fang Lin pointed at Shen Ke and said, "You did not steal my money, but you stole her money."

Song Xiaoqi glanced at Shen Ke, biting her lips and saying nothing.

Fang Lin spread his hands and said, "Take out the money."

Song Xiaoqi shook her head and said: "No, I still have use for the money and I can't give it to you. If you want to fight, just hit me!"

Fang Lin took a closer look at Song Xiaoqi's face and said, "Your parents are dead, so you have to steal for a living?"

Song Xiaoqi glanced at Fang Lin in surprise, and asked sullenly: "How...how did you know?"

Shen Ke and Huang Changmao next to them couldn't help but sympathize with Song Xiaoqi when they heard that Song Xiaoqi was really a child without a father and mother.

Huang Changmao was also secretly ashamed. He had spoken so carelessly just now, no wonder the little girl bit him again.

Fang Lin smiled and said, "Because I can read faces. I can tell it from your face."

Song Xiaoqi sneered when she heard this, showing a depth that was incompatible with her young age: "Liar! I hate you swindlers and liars the most in my life! My parents were killed by swindlers!"

Fang Lin frowned and asked, "What kind of magician? Since you think your parents were killed, did you report the crime?"

Song Xiaoqi said coldly: "The police don't believe what I said, they think my parents died in an accident.

It was all those bald men from Jiming Temple who killed my parents! Sooner or later, I will burn down Jiming Temple, burn all the bald men in Jiming Temple to death, and avenge my parents! "

Fang Lin's face darkened: "Is this related to Jiming Temple? What exactly is the situation? Can you tell me?"

Song Xiaoqi glanced at Fang Lin warily, her eyes full of distrust, shook her head and said, "I don't know you, why should I tell you?"

Fang Lin said: "Maybe I can help you investigate the truth and help you get revenge."

Song Xiaoqi sneered: "Don't be ridiculous. Since my parents died, I have seen clearly that no one in this world will really care about us except our parents.

Even relatives don’t know how, let alone you? "

Shen Ke heard the voice from the side and asked: "You guys? Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

Song Xiaoqi was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly and said: "I have a younger brother who is sick and needs medicine for a long time. I have to get money to buy medicine for him...

When I raise my brother and he becomes independent, I will have nothing to worry about. When the time comes, I will definitely kill all the bald men in Jiming Temple! "

Fang Lin and others looked at each other.

At such a young age, Song Xiaoqi's mind is naturally not mature, so she is careful not to talk about things while revealing her inner desire for revenge.

A man of twelve or thirteen years old, who should have been innocent and innocent, now embarks on the road of stealing, just to raise his younger brother, and there is still a deep hatred hidden in his heart, which has been taking root.

Although Fang Lin's family was poor when he was a child, at least his parents always protected him from wind and rain.

However, Song Xiaoqi said early that "when she raises her younger brother, she will no longer have anything to worry about", which shows that she is now bearing a lot of pressure on her shoulders.

Song Xiaoqi glanced at Fang Lin and the others, and finally fixed her gaze on Shen Ke, saying, "Either let me go or beat me up. In short, I will definitely not pay you back the money!"

Huang Changmao said angrily: "Aren't you afraid that I'll beat you to death?"

Song Xiaoqi sneered: "You don't dare to beat me to death. If you beat me to death, you will have to pay for your life. It's not worth it for a few hundred yuan."

Fang Lin exhaled a breath and said, "I don't know if you believe it or not. In fact, I am a Chinese medicine doctor. I can treat diseases. If you are willing to take me to see your brother, maybe I can cure your brother's disease." ”

Song Xiaoqi narrowed her eyes, hesitated for a moment, shook her head and said, "I don't believe you unless you can prove that you are really a Chinese medicine practitioner."

Fang Lin turned around and called Huang Changmao to his side, asking Huang Changmao to stretch out the bitten and bloody hand.

Then, under Song Xiaoqi's surprised gaze, she gently reached out and brushed the wound on the back of Huang Changmao's hand, causing the bite mark to return to its original state at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Fang Lin smiled and asked, "How's it going? Do you believe it now?"

Song Xiaoqi nodded, thought for a while, and said, "Then come with me."