Chapter 161 Asumu

The tall and strong man had a resolute look, and his tall body almost completely blocked the village chief behind him.

In a normal contest, even 3 or 5 ordinary people would not be his opponent, but unfortunately, this time his opponent was a ghost.

It was a strange existence that he could not understand at all.

It seemed that the ghost was also lost in thought and did not take action immediately.

"Village chief," the tall and strong man stared at the twisted figure's every move, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "How are you?"

The hand holding the stick was trembling slightly. It seemed that the tall and strong man was not as calm as he appeared. At the moment when the ghost suddenly appeared, he was actually stunned.

It was not until the ghost was about to attack the village chief that he came back to his senses.

The village chief, who had a short breath, seemed to have come back to his senses, and his eyes were slightly bright. "Asumu!" He panted and said: "What are you doing here? Hurry up!"

The tall and strong man called Asumu did not move, and the wooden stick in his hand was held tighter.

"You are different from us!" The village chief said anxiously, "You don't have any lives in your hands, leave quickly!"

"I told you to leave quickly!!"

Even though the village chief raised his weak arms and pushed him several times, he still did not move. Instead, he pressed his back against the village chief and pushed the village chief to the stairs.

"Asumu!" The village chief roared, "None of us can leave if you do this. She won't let me go. Your mother was right before she died. Changshengtian remembers every debt. Sooner or later, someone will pay these debts!"

A pair of blood-red eyes stared at the two coldly. The ghost rarely took action, but watched Asumu take the village chief to the stairs.

Until the next moment.

The calm situation was broken, and the twisted figure rushed over in an instant. At this moment, Asumu squeezed the village chief hard, pushed him down the stairs, and then rushed towards the figure with a wooden stick.

"Go!" Asumu roared.

One was a thin figure of about 1.5 meters tall, almost blurry, and the other was a 2-meter-tall strong man waving a wooden stick. The village chief stumbled down the stairs.

Victory or defeat was just a matter of seconds.

The light and shadow in front of Asumu changed, and then he saw a headless corpse holding a wooden stick falling down with a "boom".

The vision began to blur.

"Tick!"

"Tick!"

The twisted figure stood above the stairs, looking down at the old man sitting slumped under the stairs.

The old man's silver hair was messy and tangled, and his eyes lost the last bit of light. He stared at the figure's hand and muttered: "Asumu"

The twisted figure let go of his hand, and a huge head rolled down the stairs, finally rolled in front of the old man, hit the wall at the corner, and made a "dong" sound.

Finally stopped.

A pair of resolute eyes opened wide, looking sideways at the village chief, with his mouth wide open, as if he wanted to finish what he hadn't finished shouting.

The old man stretched out his shaking hands and took the head into his arms with great effort, holding it tightly as if he was protecting a treasure. The old man "Asumu" burst into tears.

In his eyes, this dull tall and strong man was his fourth son, even closer than his other three biological sons.

The three sons were more attentive, secretly wishing that their father would die sooner and leave the position of village chief to them.

Only this silly child followed him all day long, and he would not say anything when asked. He was just fine if he was given a meal. He was stronger than the animals pulling the mill.

When grinding soybeans in late autumn, the large stone millstone could be pulled very fast by one person, saving the need to borrow a donkey from the neighboring village.

He never slacked off and never complained.

He grew up in front of his eyes. Like his mother, they were not from the village, but came from a faraway grassland. It was said that they fled here.

While begging for food along the way, his mother accidentally stepped on a trap buried by the mountain people. It was not until the next day that she was discovered by the old hunter in the village.

Next to the unconscious woman, in addition to the squatting child Asumu, there was also a wolf's body.

The wolf came here following the smell of blood.

They are very intelligent and know where the traps are. When the hunters check their harvest, they often only find the broken feet or legs of an animal in the traps.

The old hunter can only judge by the footprints around him, and the prey is probably intercepted by the wolf again.

But this time the wolf was wrong. After all, it underestimated the fighting power of this 10-year-old child. In the end, it was strangled to death by the throat.

Looking at this child with clear eyes, the village chief was rarely moved with compassion, so he took him in.

Asumu's mother died of illness a few years later. According to the barefoot doctor in the village, she suffered too much on the way here, and her physical foundation was gone.

Seeing Asumu grow up day by day, the villagers couldn't help but sigh that the men on the grassland are stronger and more sturdy than the people in the mountains. He is already 1.9 meters tall before he reaches adulthood.

Three or five good fighters in the village couldn't get close to him.

The village chief's most aggressive eldest son got drunk and became more and more annoyed with Amusu. It happened that a few village ruffians were making trouble, so he took advantage of the alcohol to teach him a lesson.

Asumu just tried to hide. If he couldn't hide, he would be hit twice. He didn't fight back or say anything when he was beaten or scolded.

When the village chief came back from the town and saw the injuries on Asumu's body, he was so distressed that he almost cried, so he asked Asumu not to spoil his eldest son.

Asumu was also a real man. He picked up the village chief's eldest son with one hand and threw him into the pigsty.

Now the village chief was distressed for several more days.

The eldest son lay in bed for 4 months before he dared to get out of bed. From then on, he had a problem with cramps in his calves when he saw Asumu. Even after having a child, he still hadn't recovered.

But Asumu was a man who didn't bear grudges. He treated everyone the same, except for the village chief.

The men in the village all murmured behind their backs that Asumu was definitely an important factor in the village chief's ability to hold this position.

His useless sons thought they were so powerful.

"Asumu," the village chief took advantage of the alcohol to persuade Asumu to be greedy many times, and asked him with a smile what kind of woman he liked, so that he could help him with advice and be more targeted when he went out to deceive people in the village next time.

Kill the men and keep some of the women. They are already familiar with this business.

But Asumu shook his head every time, and after three rounds of drinking, he would persuade the village chief not to do such things again, which also led to the two of them being unhappy every time they drank.

In the end, the village chief stopped drinking, put on his clothes and went back to sleep.

Logically speaking, Asumu is strong and good-looking, so there must be girls who like him. But the bad thing is that this is Xiaoshijian Village. Because of his criminal record, no village in the surrounding area is willing to marry their daughters here.

Not to mention daughters, even widows don't come.

There is no problem talking about business, but there is no way to talk about marriage.

This has been delayed until now. The village chief stroked Asumu's face, and the whole person seemed to be possessed by a demon.