The fox spirit is urgent and swift like a law enforcement officer.

  My master knew that something had happened at my home, so he came to see me. He just said faintly, "Don't bother with the ordinary people," and taught me a lesson in my own home. My master still has some old fans here, and those idle old men and women didn't dare to be too presumptuous, so they didn't besiege my house.

  My grandmother also heard a rumor that last night, Fan Qiang's companions gathered more than a dozen people to take revenge on me. As a result, they encountered a giant god-like person who was taller than the roof on the main road outside and were scared half to death. The howling of dogs in the whole village is because of this incident. I didn't believe it, just laughed it off, but Butterfly Gang's revenge is inevitable. I specially whittled a hardwood stick about two meters long and as thick as my arm for preparation.

  Recently, there have been many rumors in the village. Some people say that a snake as big as a bowl has swallowed a whole small pig, which is simply nonsense. Doesn't everyone know that the longest a five-step snake can grow is just over one meter? I believe it was eaten by the Butterfly Gang instead.

  Rumors stop at the wise, after all, only a few boring old men believed in Sheng Yupo, and they couldn't stir up much of a commotion. Unexpectedly, something happened in the afternoon, an old man over 70 years old from my neighboring household suddenly died without illness, and for a while, the crying shook the sky, disturbing me at home so that I couldn't sit or stand still.

  Soon another new rumor was born, I borrowed the bronze bell of Fengtou Temple to provoke the gods, starting from the people closest to my home, the old man in the neighboring house died because of me, and more people will die next.

  As soon as the rumor came out, neighbors started pointing fingers at us. My mom was helping them with something and got chased back home. Some of their relatives even rushed to my house to interrogate me without knowing the truth.

  I really didn't expect the godmother's energy to be so great, helplessly I closed the front and back doors, let you make waves again, can't use this as an excuse to come to my house to make trouble, what era is this?

  Around 8 o'clock in the evening, the entrance suddenly became noisy. At first, I thought it was my neighbor's family doing some ceremony, but soon someone knocked on my door with an iron rod. The outside lights were shining brightly, and there were more than twenty people making a racket.

  I peeked out from the gap in the door, and all I saw were young people from outside the village in their teens or twenties, with hair dyed in various colors, wearing black vests, with a black butterfly tattoo on their arms, holding clubs and knives, exuding an aura of violence. This scene was not unfamiliar to me - after all, it was only after Hong Kong and Taiwan movies became popular that the Butterfly Gang emerged.

  "Zhang Xuanning, you dare hit my brother? Get out here, I'm going to chop you up!" the leading thug bellowed.

  A group of rascals brandished their clubs and shouted, but my family's gate was made of thick hardwood, three or four centimeters thick. With the thin clubs and slender knives in their hands, it would not be easy to destroy it.

  I finally figured out Sheng Yu's poisonous plan, she didn't want to use rumors to kill me, but to stop the villagers from supporting me. Who would dare to stand up for me if I became a big troublemaker? She was ruthless enough to be afraid that the village's own thugs would show mercy to me, so she invited members of the Butterfly Gang from other villages.

  "What exactly do you want?" I asked through the gate.

  Outside, people were shouting: "You cut off my brother's arm, you must pay with an arm!" "Cutting off an arm and still having to apologize!" "Make him castrate himself with a knife!"

  I sneered: "You are really lawless now, even if the county public security bureau doesn't catch you, there are provincial and municipal public security bureaus. I've already told my classmates to report the case, just wait!"

  The crowd became even more furious, and they redoubled their efforts to hack at the door. Some of them split off and went around to the back door, but I had already barricaded that one too. The back door was just as thick, and being smaller, it was even more secure.

  My mother was scared to death, speaking kindly through the door, but no one took her words seriously. My teacher was also frightened out of his wits, shrinking into a corner and trembling with fear, this scene was too much like the Red Guards back then!

  I asked the master if there was any magic that could deal with thugs, and the master said no. In modern times, the five-element attack-type magic has been lost, and some magic requires a very high level of cultivation to activate, he knows but can't use it. Summoning ghosts and monsters can only deal with one or two targets, so many thugs with sharp blades and killing intent, even fierce ghosts would be afraid if they saw them!

  He is an old sly thing, not a martial arts master, I was thinking too much.

  I'm somewhat regretful because my rashness and impulsiveness have worried and frightened my mother again, and this time the consequences may be severe.

  The crowd couldn't break down the door, so they started shouting and threatening to set fire to the house, asking someone to go get gasoline. At this point, I was getting anxious too - there were too many of them, if I opened the door I would definitely be beaten up by them, and if I didn't open it I would be burned alive inside. In fact, I had no mobile phone or landline, so there was no way for me to call for help. My family is a migrant household, with only my uncle's family being close relatives, but they were too few in number and too weak to come and support me at this time when rumors were spreading wildly - who would dare risk offending the thugs and the local authorities?

  I told my mother to start a fire, pour a bucket of tea tree oil into the pot and boil it. If these thugs dare to set fire, I'll use boiling oil to splash them! Although my mother was afraid that this would cause trouble, she was more afraid that the thugs would rush in and hurt me, so she went to burn the fire and heat up the oil anyway.

  It takes a lot of time to heat up a pot of oil, so in order to drag out the time, I pretended to be willing to pay the medical expenses for Fan Qiang and invited everyone present to take a shot. Hearing that there was money to be had, the leader of the thugs finally relented, but he opened his mouth wide and asked for 50,000 yuan.

  I wiped it, that day the relevant department's neighbor sent me home, openly gave 50,000, everyone knows my family has money now, this is clearly Fan Qiang instructing them to come and extort, maybe the stolen chicken was their deliberate provocation!

  In fact, my family doesn't have 50,000 yuan anymore. I gave 8,000 to my master and spent a few thousand on various medicines and special items at the time. Now, no matter what, we can't come up with 50,000. But those people insist on having 50,000, not one cent less.

  I absolutely cannot give them money, stalling for time by haggling with them through the door, on one hand waiting for the oil to burn out, and on the other hand I believe my uncle will know about it and definitely call the police, the longer the delay the more advantageous it is for me.

  After five or six minutes, the oil in my pot was almost done, and the thugs outside had also gotten gasoline. They probably realized I was stalling for time, so they started shouting again that if we didn't open the door, they would burn down the house, splashing gasoline on the front gate. Just then, I heard a loud, thunderous roar, followed by continuous screams of agony, and the thugs outside began to panic.

  That's Old Lin's voice! He has always been a mysterious person, and hasn't been seen for the past two days. Previously, he said he was going to Nanjing to do business with friends, I thought he had already left, but didn't expect him to appear at this time.

  I immediately opened the door, holding a stick and rushed out. At this time, all the hooligans were running towards Lao Lin, with their backs facing me. I didn't have to be polite with them anymore, so I followed and chased after them, hitting wildly.

  I made a slight mistake, cutting the stick too long, and the alley was narrower, making it difficult to swing flexibly in the chaotic crowd. In fact, with my speed advantage, few people can hit me, and a shorter stick is more beneficial for me to attack.

  The old Lin who rushed over from the opposite side was using an ordinary flat shovel, chopping, stabbing, lifting, blocking, and blocking... agile and quick, accurate and ruthless. People nearby fell down with a miserable cry without exception. He rushed over and killed all the way, my uncle and several people followed behind him, beating down the people who had just climbed up again.

  There were over twenty of them, but some were at the back door and others had gone to find gasoline and hadn't returned yet. At the front door, there were only about fifteen or so. In the blink of an eye, Old Lin knocked down five or six of them. I blocked this side and quickly knocked down two more, injuring several, including one who fell into a ditch. Among these people, only the first few were truly fearless and ferocious, while the others were just following suit - brave when winning, timid when losing. Seeing how heroic Old Lin and I were, they all panicked and couldn't withstand us anymore.

  In less than two minutes, all the thugs fell to the ground. I was only hit on the shoulder and thigh, no big deal.

  Lao Lin, holding a carrying pole in one hand, scolded loudly: "Are you people from the Butterfly Gang? You're so bold (dialect for scolding), daring to bully my benefactor's family! Your Leopard Brother would be polite when he sees me, but you few little rascals think you can turn the sky upside down? Are you all tired of living? Quickly go get some rope and tie them up, then send them to the Public Security Bureau!"

  The gang from the back door rushed over upon hearing the noise, and Old Lin and I immediately went to meet them. A chaotic fight ensued, knocking down a few more, while the others fled in all directions. Old Lin was indeed too fierce, every time he made a move, he would definitely knock someone down. My speed was fast, but in terms of strength, accuracy, and timing, I couldn't compare to him, and could only manage to drive people back, without being able to knock them down with one blow.

  Those who were knocked down took the opportunity to escape, but there were still several people who fainted, dislocated their joints and were in too much pain to escape. In the end, we tied up six of them. Old Lin found out that they had extorted 50,000 yuan from me, so he made a ruthless statement, telling their boss, Leopard Brother, to bring money to redeem his men, 50,000 yuan per person. If no money was paid, they would be castrated.

  In the end, we didn't get any ransom and no one was hurt because soon the public security police (at that time all police were called public security police) arrived and took them away. The knife marks on the gate and the gasoline splattered everywhere were ironclad evidence. This time they openly attacked ordinary people with fire and it had gone too far, and Old Lin even knew one of the public security police officers, so those unlucky ones would inevitably have to spend a few months in jail.

  The big storm has passed, and Old Lin has become a great hero in my family. My mother hurriedly cooked dishes and heated wine to entertain Old Lin, my teacher, uncle, and several relatives who came to help - these relatives joined because of Old Lin's presence, but they finally arrived.

  Lao Lin was very appreciative of my performance tonight, and we exchanged a few moves with empty hands. At first, I relied on my speed to land a few punches on him, but later every time I moved, he would anticipate me and catch me off guard, rendering me unable to move. His two hands were like giant iron pliers, and they specialized in twisting my arms and hitting my joints, extremely ruthless and vicious.

  "Speed is quite fast, reaction is also very agile, but power is not concentrated, no explosive force, no follow-up strength. The attack is not painful or itchy, the angle of the shot is also easy to be blocked by people, back and forth, just these few actions..." Old Lin was pleased with himself, and he ruthlessly enumerated my shortcomings.

  "You... you're skilled in martial arts, I'm not, let's stop." I panted, indirectly indicating my surrender.

  Lao Lin still twisted my hand behind me and pressed it to the ground, coldly snorting: "If you encounter an enemy, can you just say you won't fight? Call me Master, I'll teach you how to fight."

  I had this idea originally, and was just about to call out to Master, when my master on the side loudly shouted: "No way, no way, he's already my disciple, can't call you Master again."

  Lao Lin's eyes rolled over: "Just now when you were blocked at home, why didn't you pretend to be mysterious and intimidating? That nonsense curse of yours was recited for half a day without any effect, it can only be used to deceive people and scare ghosts. When it comes to fighting, real skills are needed. Kid, from now on, betray your master and acknowledge me as your teacher. With your quick and agile movements, within three years you'll be invincible in the entire province!"