Chapter 241 Death Fight

The mute girl signaled Leng Jian to eat quickly, but he was not polite and sat down and ate. Although the food was cold, it tasted better than ever.

After dinner, the mute girl still brought him half a bucket of cold water to bathe him. His body was covered with feces, urine and dust. When he was taking a shower, the mute girl helped him wash all his clothes and hang them, then took off her clothes and got into the quilt, hugged him and slept.

The next day, the mute girl got up anyway, and Leng Jian also got up. The mute girl pulled him to the door, pointed to the sky, pointed at him, pointed at the bed, wooden barrels and bowls, and gestured for a long time. Leng Jian finally understood that he wanted to come here to eat, bath and sleep in the future. He nodded gratefully.

In this way, in the next few days, Leng Jian did not do physical work that he could bear at his age, but was often beaten and scolded. The only thing that could make him feel warm was that at noon and at night, the mute girl would prepare food for him, as well as a wooden bucket of cold water bath, wash clothes, and then, she would want to sleep in her warm arms like her own sister.

These days, when everything is alone, the mute girl does not wear a face towel. Her somewhat terrifying labia gradually gets used to it in Leng Jian's eyes, and no longer affects the cute and respectable image of the mute girl in his heart.

On that day, Leng Jian was carrying water. Several people came to the laundry room, all of whom were over teenagers, but the youngest one was one head taller than Leng Jian. After coming in, he surrounded Leng Jian and grabbed the bucket of water in his hand one by one, poured half of the bucket of water on his head, poured his whole body through.

When the Tu Ma saw it, he hurried over. After seeing the person clearly, he nodded and bowed: "Young Master Fang, you guys, you are here. I'm old..."

"Get out!" The big man in the lead glared at his eyes, and the Tu Mo was so scared that he quickly stepped aside.

The youngest one, with his waist on his waist, pointed at the laundry woman around him: "No need to make a sound. I will see anything later. I said I didn't see it. Have you heard it?"

All the laundry ladies knew that they knew these domineering playboys, so they dared not say anything. They nodded and bowed, and were silent.

The youngest person who was nearly twenty years old in the head was Fang Xuanling's eldest son Fang Yizhi's son, named Fang Wulou. He was also Fang Wuhui's cousin. The youngest one was eleven years old, and was the grandson of King Jing Li Yuanjing. The name was Li Ti. The rest were all children of famous families and disciples of Dan Saint Wu Youdan.

Leng Jian didn't know who they were, but from his bride clothes and his arrogant expression, he already knew that he was in trouble.

Leng Jian didn't say anything, just looked at them.

Fang Wulou pushed Leng Jian and pushed him staggered. Fang Wulou said, "Boy, your name is Leng Jian, right?"

Leng Jian stood firmly, without an answer.

Fang Wulou leaned over and poked his forehead with his fingers: "I heard that you want to be our uncle? Do you?"

Leng Jian was poked back and finally said, "I don't understand what you said?"

"Don't understand?" Li Ti kicked him aside. "Damn, Master's Ancestor Dan Saint Wu Youdan is our Master. You actually want to worship him as your master. Isn't this going to be our Master? What's the point?"

After saying that, he felt angry and kicked him a few more times.

Leng Jian bit his lip without resisting or dodging. In the past few days, he has become accustomed to being beaten.

Li Ti wanted to kick him again, but was stopped by Fang Wulou and said with a smile: "Junior brother. Don't do this. People have to wait for the master to come out and become our uncle. You can't be powerless to the uncle."

"Uncle Shi? I'll bah!" Li Ti's saliva sprayed on Leng Jian's face, "Aren't you a uncle? Well, please give me some tricks!" After that, Li Ti showed his posture.

Fang Wulou grabbed Leng Jian's hair and shook his little head hard: "Uncle Master, your nephew asks you to give me some advice on martial arts. Why don't you go up and give me some advice quickly!" He threw Leng Jian forward fiercely, and Leng Jian rushed to Li Ti's feet.

Li Ti followed the trend and kicked Leng Jian hard in the face, and suddenly he had bleeding from his nose.

Fang Wulou grabbed his hair and lifted him up. Looking at his bloody face, he said sinisterly: "Uncle Master, take it! Otherwise, if you are beaten to death, I won't care!"

Fang Wulou supported Leng Jian's thin body, let him stand firm, and gently patted him on his head: "Go to cheer up, this is a martial arts competition, take it!"

Li Ti shouted loudly, rushed forward, his fists and feet were like the wind, and he was a thunderbolt. After all, he was the disciple of Dan Saint Wu Youdan. Although he was young and was afraid of hard work, he was still a disciple of a famous family and still had real skills. This fist made Leng Jian's face swollen face, and finally he was twisted and pressed on the ground.

Li Ti asked: "Are you convinced?"

Leng Jian still didn't say a word.

"You softie, don't accept it? I'll let you accept it!"

After saying that, Li Ti twisted Leng Jian's hand with one hand, grabbed his hair with the other, and knocked his head against the bluestone slab, and blood immediately dyed the bluestone slab red.

Fang Wulou, who was beside him, said lightly: "Don't do this, junior brother, be at ease, don't kill anyone. The master said that if he dies, we can't explain it, just give him some color. Anyway, there is time in the future, and it will be no fun if you kill him slowly.

"Okay!" Li Ti shouted, and when he looked left and right, he saw the rows of washing basins. He immediately carried him, dragged him into a washing basin, pressed Leng Jian's little head into the water, watched him struggle to drink water, and laughed excitedly: "Drink this basin of washing water, I will let you cowards uncle! Drink it!"

Leng Jian struggled hard, but he couldn't escape Li Ti's control. The force of his struggle gradually became smaller, and the suffocation had already caused him to fall into a semi-coma.

Suddenly, a woman rushed out of the corner of the house, wrapped her face with a green scarf, rushed over, and pushed Li Ti away.

Li Ti was unable to guard against it and was pushed to the ground. The woman pulled Leng Jian's little head out of the washing basin and hugged him and shook it.

Leng Jian coughed, and saw clearly that the mute girl was holding her. She smiled hard and was about to speak. Li Ti had already gotten up and rushed up and kicked her. He hit the mute girl's head and kicked her over. Leng Jian in his arms rolled out.

Li Ti punched and kicked the mute girl. The mute girl just held her head, curled up, and she didn't dare to resist. Soon, the mute girl was kicked and her head was bleeding. Seeing the blood, Li Ti was even more excited, and her fists and feet were even more uncontrollable, and she specifically hit the mute girl's vitals.

Seeing this, Leng Jian on the ground suddenly went crazy. He got up, picked up a clothes-beating stick on the ground, rushed up from behind, and hit Li Ti hard in the back of the head.

Li Ti screamed, hugged his head, and fell to the ground, and blood flowed out of his fingers.

Leng Jian roared wildly, like a trapped beast with no way out. He pounced on it, pinched Li Ti's neck with both hands, opened his mouth and bit his ear tightly.

"ah--!"

Li Ti screamed in a long scream, using all kinds of tricks to push Leng Jian away, but Leng Jian tangled him like an octopus, biting his ears hard and not letting go. Leng Jian grabbed his neck. Li Ti rolled his eyes because of suffocation.

Fang Wulou and others didn't expect that things would be like this. They were stunned for a moment. When they reacted, they rushed up and punched Leng Jian, wanting him to let go, but it was useless.

The mute girl saw them beating around Leng Jian and beat them to death. She also picked up a washing stick and rushed up to beat them.

When the mute girl hit Fang Wulou with one stick, he listened to the wind to identify the position and grabbed the washing stick. He used all his strength and kicked the mute girl's chest and abdomen, kicking her backwards. Blood spurted wildly in the air and landed on the ground, rolling out more than ten steps. Then he stopped, supported his body, and spit out several mouthfuls of blood. He lost all his strength and fell to the bluestone slab. He watched Fang Wulou and the others beat Leng Jian wildly, but could not get up to stop him.

Leng Jian was so crazy that he saw the mute girl being kicked away by Fang Wulou and vomiting blood. The force in his hand suddenly tightened, pinching Li Ti's eyes turned pale and his tongue spit out. At this time, a figure flashed and came to them, but it was Wu Youdan's eldest disciple, Fang Wulou and Li Ti's master Ke Sen.

Ke Sen made a quick move as lightning. He pointed his fingers and lost resistance to convenience. He pulled several children apart in a few strokes. Leng Jian was also pointed at him, and his whole body lost all his strength. The hand that pinched Li Ti's neck and the mouth that bit his ears lost their strength, and the whole person was pulled away.

Li Ti was gasping for breath, and his ears were almost bitten by Leng Jian. Fortunately, Leng Jian was young, but he was only seven or eight years old, so his ears were barely saved. However, a big hole had already been cracked, and blood stained half of his cheeks and shoulders.

Ke Sen frowned and said, "What's going on? Why are you fighting? - Leng Jian, you are the uncle of your master, why are you bullying your nephews?"

Leng Jian's whole body was numb and he stared at Ke Sen in a daze, not understanding why he said that.

Fang Wulou said, "Master, we are here to ask Uncle Leng to ask him to give him some advice on martial arts. Unexpectedly, he would bite Junior Li Ti's ear like a madman. Look, he bit Junior Li Ti like this."

Ke Sen checked Li Ti's bleeding ears, but did not look at Leng Jian's blood and wounds all over Leng Jian. He frowned and said to Leng Jian: "You are the uncle, why are you so light and heavy? Look at you beat your nephew like this. Alas! Master comes out of seclusion, you must blame you! This sect rule: If you lose a competition, you can challenge it again. Even if the other party is the uncle, it is not prohibited. If you bully your nephews like this, what should you do if you challenge you?"

"I...!" Leng Jian said only half of the sentence and stopped. He already understood that this senior brother said these words not only for justice, but also for other purposes.

Fang Wulou said slowly: "Master, I am not convinced that Uncle Leng bullies people like this. In three days, I will challenge him in person!"

The other few followed and shouted, "We are not convinced, we have to challenge Uncle Leng!"

Li Ti finally gasped, got up, and said whispered: "Senior brothers, let me give this first challenge! I want to be the first to challenge Uncle Leng! My ears cannot bleed in vain!"

Kesen glanced at them, stared at Leng Jian, and slowly said, "Really, my nephew challenged my uncle, I can't refuse it, what about you?"

Leng Jian stared at Ke Sen, not even looking at the rest of the people, and said word by word: "I——, accept—any challenge!"

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Kesen and the others left.

The laundry yard became quiet.

The laundry women carried water to wash away the blood on the ground. The bloody scene just now disappeared with the blood washed away by the clean water.

Leng Jian struggled to support the mute girl who kept vomiting blood and returned to her room.

Perhaps Leng Jian's madness just now shocked the arrogant Tu Mama. She watched Leng Jian and the others walk away, but she did not dare to make a sound to stop her.

He helped the mute girl back to the small house of the mute girl and fell on the bed. Seeing that the mute girl's clothes were covered with blood, Leng Jian's tears finally burst out: "Sister! You are all for me..."

The mute girl stroked his little head and smiled silently, her red lips dyed even redder by blood.

Leng Jian was guarding the mute girl and holding her hand. She felt her breathing weaker and weaker. The mute girl vomited blood from time to time. Leng Jian was anxious, but at the age of seven or eight, he lived a life of food and clothing since childhood. When he encountered such a thing, he didn't know what to do.

No one came to him to work, but the Tu Mo and the others were already frightened by his madness, and they didn't go to eat until it got dark.

The mute girl's eyes began to dissipate, and she was breathing heavily, and all she vomited was dark red blood stasis.

Leng Jian made up his heart and said to the mute girl: "Sister, wait, I'll find someone to heal you. What a shit senior, I won't help me, I can only ask the master who has not met yet! Please help him save you!"

These days he has seen that except for the mute sister, the rest of the Fang family, are indifferent as if they don’t exist. The senior brother Kesen and others are smiling and cannot rely on them at all. Now they can only find their master who has not met. If he can’t meet or is unwilling to help, then he will go to Brother Xiao or Sister Changsun.

The mute girl was already in a coma and was just looking at him with her unsightly eyes open.

Leng Jian rushed out of the house, ran outside the yard, and waited for the gate of the yard. The old woman who was guarding the door asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to ask my master to save the mute sister and let me out!"

"Your master?" the old woman was a little confused.

"My master is the Dan Saint Wu Youdan!"

"Ah?" The old woman was shocked. Seeing Leng Jian's red eyes, she was a little scary, and said, "I heard that he is in seclusion. You..."

"I don't care! I want to see him! Where is he? Please take me there!"

The old woman said embarrassedly: "I don't have that ability. Otherwise, I'll take you to see Mr. Ke and he will decide."

"Okay! Take me there!"
Chapter completed!