I knew that the Heavenly Master realm was terrifying, but I didn't think that it would be this terrifying. In that instant, I was like a puppet. Although my mind was still working, I couldn't control my body at all. I couldn't even move a finger.
What was even more terrifying was that when he made his move, I didn't have any sense of danger.
No wonder when I made my move, the two of them were so calm. It turns out that they already knew this would happen.
At this time, Lu Zhenyang turned around and smiled at me. He affectionately patted my shoulder and said, "Alright, Brother Zhou, let's not mess around anymore. Let's go to your house and have a seat."
I stood still, but that black-clothed old man became impatient. He reached out his hand and patted my shoulder. I staggered forward. Just like before, I couldn't control my body at all. I couldn't even speak. I could only walk forward blankly and lead the group of people towards my house.
At this time, my parents were already standing at the door. Seeing my distressed expression, they hurriedly ran over and asked me anxiously, "Third Child, what's wrong?
Are they the people you were talking about? "
I really wanted to open my mouth and tell them to run. I also wanted to turn around and fight with Lu Zhenyang. However, at this moment, I couldn't move my mouth or my hands. The only thing I could do was to let big drops of tears fall from my eyes.
Seeing this scene, my parents panicked even more. My mom pulled my arm with all her strength, and was so anxious that her tears also came out. She constantly said to me, "Third Child, mom and dad are here. Don't cry, don't be afraid …"
At this time, my dad suddenly turned around and ran back home. After a while, he hurriedly rushed back with a hoe in his hand. He stood in front of me and blocked Lu Zhenyang's group. He fiercely roared, "You dogs, if you want to bully my child, you have to ask the hoe in this father's hand first!"
The tears in my eyes flowed even more. Lu Zhenyang's group looked at each other with a strange expression, and then laughed.
Lu Zhenyang chuckled as he walked in front of my dad. He didn't mind the hoe in his hand at all and said with a smile, "Uncle, we just came to beg for a bowl of rice. Are you sure you want to be so unfriendly?"
My dad gripped the hoe even tighter, "You f * cking bullied my kid, and you still want to lie to laozi. Cut the crap, if you want to fight then fight, if you don't then scram. Don't talk nonsense with laozi."
My dad, who had been honest all his life, didn't even dare to talk back loudly when he quarreled with my mom. But now, his eyes were bloodshot, and his mouth was full of obscenities. He looked like a gangster who had been in society for decades. He didn't look like a farmer at all.
But standing behind me, I could see his trembling calves.
The surrounding people started laughing again. After Lu Zhenyang finished laughing, he asked my dad, "Then, uncle, I'll really make my move."
"Bah!"
My dad spat on the ground, and said with a heroic voice like the chief of the underworld, "How much strength can a brat like you have?
You can't even match the strength of laozi's hoe. All of you can come at me together. If you want to bully my kid, then don't even think about getting anything good today. "
The smile on Lu Zhenyang's face became even wider, and he said faintly, "Whether I have strength or not, don't come to a conclusion too early, uncle."
As soon as he said that, his body flashed, and with a speed that couldn't be seen by the naked eye, he fiercely slapped my dad's face.
When he returned to his original spot, my dad didn't even have time to move the hoe in his hand, but his entire body staggered and fell to the ground. His tanned face swelled up.
"Uncle, do you think I have strength now?"
Lu Zhenyang was still smiling warmly. He looked like a university student studying in the city, but his mouth was saying the most vicious words in the world.
He didn't use his Dao Qi, and only used his own strength, so my dad could still struggle to get up from the ground with the hoe.
After he got up, he once again raised the hoe in front of him. His words were already somewhat unclear, but he still had that unscrupulous look on his face as he fiercely said, "Brat, laozi is a generation lower than you. Do you really think that laozi can't do anything to you?"
With that, he shouted, and the hoe in his hand swung towards Lu Zhenyang.
His speed was very fast, so fast that he didn't look like a 50 to 60 year old farmer, but rather like an old hen protecting its chicks. The hoe that could only be used to hoe the fields was like a treasured blade that fiercely slashed towards the enemy.
However, after the hoe slashed down, Lu Zhenyang, who was standing there, had already disappeared. Instead, he had inexplicably run to his side.
At this moment, Lu Zhenyang was still calm and said slowly, "Uncle, it seems that you really can't do anything to me."
With that, he slapped the other side of my dad's face as if he was swatting a mosquito.
This time, he used a lot of strength. My dad's body was like a spinning top that spun a few times in the air before falling to the ground again. Blood continuously flowed from the corner of his mouth.
However, even though he was seriously injured, my dad wasn't the least bit afraid. He used both hands to support himself and tried to get up from the ground. Unfortunately, he tried a few times, but he didn't succeed. In the end, he could only turn over and spit at Lu Zhenyang. He used all his strength to wave his hand as if he wanted to hit this dog with the hoe again.
However, it was a pity that his hoe had already disappeared. After crazily waving it for a long time, not only was it unable to harm a single hair on Lu Zhenyang's head, but it also aggravated his own injuries. He coughed loudly, and blood constantly flowed out.
The sound of his coughing was like a sharp file that was crazily cutting into my heart. I desperately wanted to use my Dao Qi and chant an incantation. I desperately wanted to rush in front of Lu Zhenyang. Even if I couldn't defeat him, it was fine if I died in his hands.
However, I couldn't do it. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't use my Dao Qi, I couldn't chant an incantation, and I couldn't even rush in front of Lu Zhenyang.
I was like the most destitute beggar. I stood there and could only watch my dad risk his life to die. I could only let my weak tears flow.
At this time, Lu Zhenyang didn't seem to have any interest in torturing my dad. He kicked him far away, from the entrance of my house all the way to the courtyard. He fell heavily on the ground. The heart-wrenching coughs finally stopped, and we couldn't hear any more sounds.
Then, he calmly clapped his hands and walked in front of my mom. With a face full of smiles, he said, "Auntie, I'm tired. Can you make me a bowl of noodles?"
Seeing him walk over, my mom's entire body trembled violently. She was usually a fierce woman. When she was at odds with my dad, she could scratch his face until it was bloody. However, at this moment, she couldn't be fierce at all. Her eyes were filled with tears as she knelt in front of Lu Zhenyang. She cried and begged him to let me go.
The smile on Lu Zhenyang's face gradually turned cold. He pointed at his broken arm and said fiercely, "You want me to let him go, but you didn't let me go back then?
Do you know who broke this arm?
It's your son!
Why should I let him go now?
Hm?
Tell me, why should I let him go? "
After saying that, Lu Zhenyang took a few deep breaths. Like a madman, he rubbed his face and actually smiled again. He said to my mom, "That's why, I definitely can't let him go … How about this, you go make me a bowl of noodles. After I eat a bowl of noodles, I'll be in a good mood, and maybe I'll let him go?"
My mom was like a drowning person who grabbed onto the last straw. Her eyes suddenly lit up as she asked him, "Really?"
Lu Zhenyang impatiently waved his hand, "Of course it's true, hurry up and go."
My mom used her fastest speed to crawl up from the ground and rushed into the kitchen. At this time, Lu Zhenyang seemed to be tired of playing, and said to the black-clothed old man, "Third grandpa, I don't want to play anymore. Let's destroy his house."
The black-clothed old man revealed a sinister smile. He pointed forward and chanted a single sound spell. In an instant, even I felt a tremor under my feet.
It was as if there was an earthquake. After a rumbling sound, my house completely collapsed.
In a short few seconds, what was originally a clean and tidy farmhouse was only a pile of broken walls. My mom, who rushed into the kitchen, and my dad, who was lying in the yard, were all gone.
I stood there blankly. In front of me was the despairing wreckage and dust. In the distance was the sunset and blood dyed clouds.