As soon as Ma Xiaoniu entered the courtyard, he heard loud shouting coming from inside the house. Clearly, Wang Youcai was drinking. A cold glint flashed in Ma Xiaoniu's eyes as he slowly walked into the house.
Wang Youcai, with his fierce-looking face, was spitting as he blew, and the three people opposite him nodded repeatedly, occasionally bursting into laughter.
"I, Wang Youcai, dare not say anything else, but in Caoxiang, if you need anything, just mention my name, Wang Youcai, and it will definitely work. Anyone who dares to disrespect me, just tell me, and I'll make them wish they were dead!"
"That's right, with Brother Wang's connections, things will definitely go smoothly in Cao Township. If you follow Brother Wang, you'll live a life of luxury. Come on, let's toast Brother Wang!" A bald man in his forties, his face flushed and reeking of alcohol, stood up and raised his glass with the other two to drink. Suddenly, his glass flew up and splashed the glass and the alcohol onto Wang Youcai's face.
Wang Youcai's smug face froze instantly. He looked down at his soaked clothes, his eyes flashing coldly as he stared at the red-faced, bald man opposite him and said, "Liu Biao, are you tired of living? You're not leaving this room until you give me a proper explanation!"
The other two, also holding their glasses, froze, completely unprepared for this turn of events, staring wide-eyed at Wang Biao.
Wang Biao's face turned red and then pale, his eyes filled with terror. He stammered, "This, this, Brother Wang, if I say I don't know what happened, would you believe me?"
Wang Youcai laughed in anger, picked up a half-empty bottle of wine from the table, and smashed it on Liu Biao's head.
"Bang!"
"Ah..." Blood immediately flowed out of Liu Biao's face, instantly covering it completely. Liu Biao hurriedly covered his head with his hands and said to Wang Youcai.
"Brother Wang, what are you doing? I, Liu Biao, have followed you for so long, when have I ever done anything to betray you? This, this, this really doesn't know what's going on!"
The other two quickly put down their glasses and stepped in between them. One of them said, "Old Liu has never done anything to wrong you, Brother Wang. Please forgive him this time."
Wang Youcai was also somewhat surprised and uncertain. Based on his understanding of Liu Biao, Liu Biao was not capable of doing such a thing. Could it be that there was something fishy going on?
"Hmm..." Wang Youcai suppressed his anger, sat back down in his chair, and said, "Wang Tao, Da Lin, you two help Liu Biao go inside to get his wounds bandaged before coming back."
The other two immediately agreed and quickly helped Liu Biao into the next room for bandaging.
Watching the three enter the side room, Wang Youcai frowned and remained silent in thought.
A short while later, Liu Biao finished bandaging his wound and came back in with two other people. They stood next to Wang Youcai, not daring to utter a sound.
Wang Youcai's eyes darkened, and he said, "Tell me what happened."
With a white bandage wrapped around his head and his eyes full of questions, Liu Biao said, "Brother Wang, you know my character. How could I do such a thing? It's just that I really didn't know what was going on. I picked up the cup and it was fine, but suddenly the cup flew up. This is really too strange!"
Wang Youcai clearly didn't believe it, but he wasn't a mindless person to have gotten to where he was today. He'd already cursed and beaten him. Besides, Liu Biao hadn't really done anything to wrong him, and he'd need Liu Biao to run errands for him in the future. Even though he secretly wanted to skin him alive, Liu Biao was, after all, a loyal dog, wasn't he?
"Well, I'll let it go this time. Damn it, what a jerk! Come sit down and have another drink with me!" The three men were relieved to see that Wang the Skinflint had relented, and they hurriedly stepped forward with laughter, raising their glasses. This time, Liu Biao had learned his lesson and raised his glass far away, saying, "Brother Wang, although I'm also completely confused, it was my fault after all. I'll punish myself with a drink, please forgive me!" After saying that, he raised his glass and poured it into his mouth. Seeing that nothing was wrong, he relaxed his mind, but suddenly felt someone tickle his armpit. A surge of itchiness welled up from his heart, and he spat out the wine mixed with a few pieces of vegetable leaves from his mouth, spitting it out more than two meters away. By sheer coincidence, it landed right in the mouth of Wang Youcai, who was laughing loudly.
"Plop..."
Wang Youcai's fleshy face instantly turned pale. Suppressing his nausea, his eyes blazed with fury as he roared, "You son of a bitch, Liu Biao, you're asking for it!" With that, he slammed the wine glass in his hand down at Liu Biao, then picked up the chair behind him and viciously smashed it over Liu Biao's head.
Liu Biao was stunned. Seeing Wang Youcai rushing towards him with a chair in his hand, Liu Biao turned and ran, shouting as he ran, "Brother Wang, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"
"Misunderstanding my ass! You stop right there! You son of a bitch!" Wang Youcai raised his leg to chase after him, but the two people next to him quickly reached out and grabbed him. In this delay, Liu Biao disappeared in a flash.
"You son of a bitch! Liu Biao, if you dare to run away, I'll make you wish you were dead!" Wang Youcai yelled angrily, then turned around and slapped the two men next to him across the face.
"Get out! You useless piece of trash!"
The two covered their faces, nodded, and slunk out of Wang Youcai's house.
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===Chapter 3===
Back home, sitting on his worn-out sofa, Ma Xiaoniu chuckled to himself. While teasing Wang Youcai was certainly enjoyable, what excited Ma Xiaoniu even more was that his dream could finally come true.
It was already evening. Ma Xiaoniu ate a simple dinner and then sat down to rest. Tonight, there was still a big show to be staged.
...
Even past nine o'clock at night, Wang Youcai was still furious. Had Liu Biao gotten himself into a frenzy, or was there another reason? But if it wasn't intentional, how could it be explained? A supernatural event? The thought of a supernatural event sent a chill down Wang Youcai's spine as he lay on the bed. He had certainly done his share of bad things over the years. Especially in his early years, the land dispute with Ma Zhuang had directly and indirectly caused many deaths. Of course, in those days, technology wasn't advanced enough and there was no surveillance, so even if he had killed someone, there was no evidence. But it was still a human life!
The widow Ma Fang who hanged herself in the neighboring village of Mazhuang, the old man Song Laojue who "accidentally" fell into the water, and the young man Ma Qiang who was bitten to death by a dog, all seemed to be standing somewhere watching him at this moment...
Make sure to take some time to go to the temple and burn incense.
Wang Youcai glanced at the window subconsciously and suddenly realized that the window, which had been tightly closed, was wide open, and the night breeze was blowing in, causing the creamy yellow curtains to flutter in the wind.
Wang Youcai frowned. He clearly remembered that it was closed. When was it opened?
Wang Youcai walked to the window and was about to close it when he suddenly noticed something moving in the darkness outside, but the darkness made it difficult to see clearly.
"Who's there?! Speak up!" Wang Youcai shouted at the window.
A gentle night breeze blew, but no one answered. The thing seemed to be drifting closer and closer. Wang Youcai's heart pounded; he was about to shout again when the thing suddenly accelerated, and in a flash, it was right in front of the window.
A piece of red paper!
A red piece of paper floating in the air!
The red paper also bore the four large characters "Give me back my life," the ink still fresh, gleaming with a cold light like fresh blood.
"Ah!" Wang Youcai shouted, staggered backward, and plopped down on the edge of the bed.
"Who is it? Who the hell is scaring me? I'll catch you and skin you alive!" His voice trembled, clearly showing that his emotions were not as tough as his words.
The red paper outside the window has disappeared. Perhaps it disappeared while Wang Youcai was in a panic, but in any case, it's gone now.
Wang Youcai's fleshy face was bloodless, his eyes filled with terror as he looked at the empty window and the fluttering cream-colored curtains. He suddenly felt a chill run through him and couldn't help but shiver.
Am I seeing things? No way! I can see it clearly!
"Who the hell is out there?! Get out here, or I'll kill you!" He mustered his last bit of courage and roared again.