Li Liang Possessed

Late at night in the potter's field.

Seeing an idiot talking to a mound of dirt.

This sight alone was enough to make one's hair stand on end.

That Li Liang spoke to the mound for a while, and his crying gradually grew softer.

He leaned against the mound, as if lying in someone's embrace, with someone comforting him.

Song Xiaotian and I felt our scalps go numb; could Li Liang actually see his dad, and was his dad comforting him right now?

Yet soon, that Li Liang began to cry again.

Although he was still crying, it was somewhat different from before.

Earlier he had cried with great sorrow, perhaps because of the death of his elder sister Li Xiumei.

Yet now, he cried with such bitter grievance...

"Everyone in the village bullies me and Mom."

"They say I'm an idiot."

"They say Mom and I should go die with you."

"Dad, I'm so sad..."

For some reason, hearing these few words made both Song Xiaotian and me feel rather uneasy.

Li Liang and his mother were indeed unreasonable and somewhat barbaric, but when it came down to it, the mother and son had been bullied for too long.

Li Liang's dad had already been driven to hang himself by the villagers, and an Old Lady trying to raise an idiot was truly having a hard time, yet this bunch of villagers still insisted on bullying people.

The sins Li Xiumei committed were certainly hateful, but were this bunch of villagers truly upholding justice?

Upholding justice, and doing so against an Old Lady and an idiot.

Being people of the same village, what they were doing was nothing more than hiding behind the guise of justice while using it as an excuse to vent their own malice.

Song Xiaotian and I prepared to slip away quietly, having no intention of going to deal with Li Liang anymore.

He was crying like a child, and Song Xiaotian couldn't bring himself to strike.

Of course, this was a secondary reason; the primary reason was that the two of us were terrified.

Yet before the two of us could walk very far, someone seemed not to want us to leave.

"Stop, where are you going?"

An old man's voice suddenly came from behind us.

Hearing this voice, Song Xiaotian and I froze as if guided by ghosts.

Other than us, there was only Li Liang here; where on earth did an old man come from?

We slowly turned around, only to see Li Liang standing not far away, holding a kitchen knife.

The expression on his face no longer held any trace of dull-wittedness; he didn't look like an idiot at all right now, and even carried a hint of aged maturity.

That old man's voice had issued from his mouth...

Song Xiaotian didn't dare speak. I swallowed hard and looked at Li Liang: "We... we lost our way, we disturbed you unintentionally, we'll leave right now..."

"Leave?" Li Liang's gaze fixed on us like the eyes of an old man: "You bullied my son, do you think you can just leave?"

Scared, the two of us stepped back two paces and hurriedly defended ourselves: "You're mistaken, we didn't bully him, we were just messing around with him..."

"You people think our Liangzi's brain doesn't work well, so you bully him and don't treat him like a human." Li Liang narrowed his eyes, suddenly turning ferocious: "You humiliate him day in and day out, you humiliate this lone widow and her orphan son. You people truly deserve to die!"

The moment his voice fell, dark gusts of wind immediately arose all around, whipping up the fallen leaves on the ground with a bone-chilling cold.

My heart instantly began to ache fiercely, as if a giant hand were tightly squeezing my heart.

I looked at Song Xiaotian in terror and found that he was just like me.

It seemed Li Liang's dad had no intention of letting the two of us go easily.

Right at that moment, Song Xiaotian, who was originally terrified of ghosts, suddenly charged forward.

His movements were as swift as an arrow released from a bow, and he quickly rushed right up to Li Liang.

Li Liang raised the kitchen knife and slashed toward his head, scaring me out of my wits.

"Brother Tian! Watch out!"

Yet that slash missed him entirely. Song Xiaotian's form was as nimble as an eel; he directly employed a grappling hold to lock down the hand Li Liang was holding the knife with, slapped the kitchen knife flying with a single palm strike, and then knocked Li Liang flying with a crash.

Li Liang struggled to get back up, but before he had time to climb to his feet, Song Xiaotian didn't hold back either, charging straight forward with a flying kick that sent Li Liang crashing into a grave mound.

I was dumbfounded.

I had always thought Song Xiaotian was just like an ordinary policeman, perhaps only knowing a few flashy moves.

Yet what he displayed was extremely professional grappling and close combat.

This dude was so badass!

"Run!"

After kicking Li Liang away, he didn't tangle with him any further, instead rushing straight over to grab me and run.

Li Liang had already been possessed by his dad; just now, he simply hadn't expected Song Xiaotian to suddenly attack and possess such good combat skills.

In case Li Liang's dad emerged from Li Liang's body, the two of us probably wouldn't be able to leave.

We ran all the way down the mountain, and as we ran, Song Xiaotian suddenly let go of me.

I looked back and discovered that Song Xiaotian had frozen in place with an expression of extreme terror, as if something had pinned him in place.

"Brother Tian!"

I shouted to him, not daring to go over there just yet.

Right at that moment, I noticed a handprint on his neck. That handprint was bulging outward from beneath the skin of his neck, as if a hand had reached inside his skin and choked his windpipe.

Song Xiaotian's face had even begun to turn red, clearly unable to breathe.

Anxious and not knowing what to do, cold sweat broke out all over my body. I had no clue how to save him.

If Song Xiaotian died here, I'd probably have a guilty conscience for the rest of my life.

In my desperation, I pulled out a fruit knife I had bought before heading up the mountain. I had originally intended this fruit knife for self-defense, and now it came in handy.

Clutching the knife, I charged over, grabbed Song Xiaotian's left hand, and slashed his palm.

Fresh blood quickly welled up and flowed along the wound. I grabbed his hand and pressed the fresh blood directly onto the position of the handprint.

Miraculously, as soon as the handprint made contact with Song Xiaotian's blood, it rapidly vanished.

Song Xiaotian dropped to his knees with a thud, gasping for breath in huge, ragged gulps.

Yet right then I couldn't care about letting him catch his breath, and immediately grabbed him and ran.

The events that had just occurred seemed to have terrified him as well. The two of us fled down the mountain for our lives, not stopping until we reached the village chief's doorstep.

Song Xiaotian was still somewhat shaken and asked me how I had saved him just now.

"This is the method Seventh Master taught me."

Fortunately, I had just remembered it.

Previously, when Seventh Master was chatting idly with Meng Yifan and me, he had mentioned a certain matter, saying that policemen and soldiers naturally carried a kind of imposing majesty, and this majesty was capable of deterring nether spirits.

However, there was a prerequisite: whether a policeman or a soldier, they had to have killed someone...