Chapter 2

It's a matter of life and death, that subsidy? It's one of the few sources of extra income for the entire Liu Family Village...

What to do?

The villagers of Liu Family Village sighed in unison upon hearing this. None of them had the nerve to drag the town mayor out of the foot spa and give him a beating on the street like a tough guy.

In the end, the town mayor, with a bruised nose and swollen face, had to invite that old rascal to drink and eat meat. Then, the two of them would put their arms around each other, confide in each other, and almost call each other brothers, ready to sneak into Liu Family Village to spy on the wives taking baths...

"The fortune-teller Zhang Banxian from the neighboring village has been dead for several years. Who will we find to look at the eight characters, determine the feng shui, and find auspicious times for our village's weddings and funerals?"

The villagers of Liu Family Village chattered, as if suddenly remembering the old rascal's good points. Old Village Chief Li Laifu's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Li Ergou rolled his eyes and sighed, wailing to his father, the village chief:

"Father, I just remembered, Old Liu still owes me two thousand yuan..."

Upon hearing this, Li Laifu stumbled, deeply affected. That old rascal still owed his son two thousand yuan. How could this be tolerated?

Gradually, the villagers of Liu Family Village helplessly realized that this old rascal, who was hated by the entire village, had become a significant figure in Liu Family Village?

Could it be that Liu Family Village can't do without this tough guy?

...

At this moment, the sky changed dramatically, and a strange cold wind blew, making the thin coffin boards rattle...

All the villagers shivered involuntarily, waking up from their pleasant memories in fear.

It was a cold winter, and the wind blew through their cotton coats and pants, bringing a sudden chill.

The mist on the waist of Purple Cloud Mountain began to darken strangely.

The villagers looked up at the sky simultaneously and saw a large, dense black cloud quietly pressing down, covering the Purple Cloud Mountain Stone Cauldron Peak.

Suddenly, cold winds rose, as if it were the coldest part of winter...

"Wang wang wang... woof!"

The black dog raised by the Lius howled mournfully and, out of fear, hid in the dilapidated straw hut, refusing to come out.

It was said that dogs could see spirits, and this one saw a strange aura rush down from the clouds, like a dragon from the four seas, crashing into the Stone Cauldron Peak, while ordinary people saw nothing...

No one paid attention to the ominous black dog. All the villagers looked up at the sky as if they had nosebleeds, wondering if it was going to rain?

Or snow?

What a bountiful year, as the saying goes, a good snow foretells a bountiful year!

A vast white mist rose in the air, and heavy snow began to fall.

The snowflakes, spinning, fell quietly, so calm and composed, with a hint of eerie mystery.

"Crack..."

The sound was not loud, coming from the thin coffin board where the body was laid.

This sound startled all the villagers of Liu Family Village. They looked in fear at the edge of the uncovered coffin, where a pair of pale, emaciated hands reached out, along with a white-haired head that seemed to have experienced the coldness of the world...

"Ungrateful dog? I'm not dead yet, and you put me in a coffin? I haven't even seen my grandson, how can I leave?"

Liu Shiliu, the tough guy, had indeed come back to life, and even the heavens wouldn't take him...

He sat up from the door panel, stepped out with a bold stride, and the black dog, which had been hiding somewhere, came over, wagging its tail obediently, as Liu Shiliu had "loved" it for fifteen years...

"Thump thump thump!"

The villagers simultaneously drew a cold breath, took three steps back, and trembled all over. Could it be that he had come back to life?

Liu Shiliu, dazed, jumped out of the coffin and found that his emaciated body was only covered by a pair of large shorts and a thin short-sleeved shirt. He opened his old eyes wide, looked around, and shouted angrily:

"Who the hell took off my cotton coat?"

The villagers looked at each other in confusion. Seeing you like this, who would know who did it?

"Was it Cuihua? Come here, let me touch you, and it will be over..."

Liu Shiliu's emaciated body was steaming, and his mouth was drooling. He reached out to pull the old village chief's wife's stiff cotton pants. Li Ergou's wife, with a red face, couldn't avoid it and was caught by Liu Shiliu's emaciated old hand.

"My father..."

Li Ergou's wife's buttocks revealed two patches of white flesh, steaming, and she screamed, covering her face and fleeing. The black hair hidden under the white flesh fluttered in the wind, attracting the attention of many young men...

Li Ergou, seeing his sixty-year-old wife being bullied, was furious, his heart filled with murderous intent, and he silently thought:

"I will cut you to pieces and castrate you, you old bastard..."

Old Village Chief Li Laifu, seeing this, lost his calm demeanor, his forehead veins bulging, and he shouted at his old wife Cuihua:

"What are you yelling about? Does he take away two ounces of your flesh by touching you? You are often touched by this old dog, so get lost..."

Li Ergou's wife Cuihua, hearing this, hurriedly pulled up her pants and retracted her buttocks, her old face turning even redder, like an old tree blooming...

The villagers, seeing that Liu Shiliu had come back to life, guessed that he had just recovered from a near-death experience the day before. They pretended to be concerned and comforted him a few times, then prepared to leave.

This old man, who had lived to 108, indeed had nine lives!

Liu Shiliu shook his gray head, came to his senses, and kicked his black dog, scolding:

"Damn dog, you're still waiting here for meat. If I really die, you'll starve to death."

The black dog, with an injured hind leg, wagged its tail and fled to the thatched hut with a seductive gait similar to Li Ergou's wife.

The black clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed, and the snow quickly melted, as if it had never come.

At this moment, on the mountain path leading out of the village, a slender figure appeared in the distance. A sharp-eyed villager called out:

"Uncle Shiliu, your grandson Shiba has returned from the city to mourn..."

Liu Shiliu, hearing this, straightened his hunched back and turned to curse:

"I'm not dead yet, what mourning? Get lost..."

Liu Shiba was 1.75 meters tall, with an average appearance, looking quiet and slightly thin. Those who knew him well knew that this seemingly weak body hid a terrifying explosive power...

Back in the day, before Liu Shiba left Purple Cloud Mountain, there were two major pests in the village: his grandfather Liu Shiliu and himself.

Liu Shiliu, regardless of his age, would take his precious grandson Shiba with him whenever he spied on young wives bathing at any window in the village.

From the age of five to seventeen, in just twelve years, Liu Shiba honed a set of skills that surpassed his grandfather's.

When the incident of spying was discovered, and the entire village's young men surrounded the village to beat them, even his grandfather had to surrender, but Liu Shiba managed to escape and hide in Purple Cloud Mountain for a whole night...

Of course, what other skills the old man had taught Liu Shiba were unknown to others.

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