After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

“Whoa…Swish…”

The terrifying sound of knife sharpening suddenly disappeared, the dilapidated wooden door was pushed open, and the "creaking" sound revealed a desolate feeling, followed by the low sound of discussion.

"Dad, Xie Nanxing is dead, and we are still relatives. How about leaving his body intact?"

"What do you know?" The old man rubbed his hands together to drive away the cold, picked up the axe from the ground and handed it to his son: "The little sickly person died suddenly, and there is no way to stop him without some special methods."

As the two men discussed their intention to destroy the body, an ethereal voice appeared in Xie Nanxing's mind again.

[Xie Nanxing, you were still alive when you were killed, and you saved two lives. Now the Time Travel Management Office will reward you with a chance to time travel.]

[Because you are too poorly qualified, you scared all the gold fingers in this place and made them seriously ill and bedridden, so there are no gold fingers and no tasks in this time of crossing. ]

[Warm reminder: The original owner was born sickly, please cherish your life and live well. ]

The voice in his mind dissipated, and the original owner's flimsy memories entered Xie Nanxing's mind, occupying all of Xie Nanxing's consciousness.

The man held the axe and mustered up his courage to walk towards Xie Nanxing. As he got closer, he found that the eyes of the dead man on the bed moved.

There was a dull "bang" sound, and the heavy axe fell to the ground. The man knelt down and begged for mercy in front of the old man: "Dad, I don't dare, I'm afraid."

The wind was blowing hard, and the wooden door was creaking as it hit the north wind, exuding a bit of gloomy air.

Xie Nanxing's limbs regained consciousness the moment the man cried, but his weak body could not muster any strength.

Thinking about the two men beside him who felt that killing the original owner was not enough and wanted to destroy the corpse, Xie Nanxing's hair stood up all over his body, but was quickly replaced by the desire to survive.

The old man's cotton coat was blown into disarray by the north wind. He walked to the door and peeked around. After making sure that there was no one around, he closed the door and returned to the bed.

He bent down to pick up the axe on the ground, and kicked his useless son who was kneeling on the ground: "You good-for-nothing little bastard, follow me and learn from me."

He spat into his palms, slightly stretched his hands, raised the axe and attacked Xie Nanxing in the face.

On the brink of life and death, Xie Nanxing secretly gathered his strength and rolled several times, successfully escaping from the bed to the mud.

Without any hesitation, Xie Nanxing crawled towards the door.

The axe fell on the old wooden bed and smashed the entire bed to pieces.

Hearing the sound of bones being shattered, Xie Nanxing felt a tingling sensation on his scalp due to the fright he felt belatedly.

If this axe fell on his head, his parents would not be able to recognize him.

I climbed out of the house and into the yard. It was late at night and the place was quiet. This was the foot of the mountain where few people went.

There were no neighbors around to turn to for help, and Xie Nanxing didn't know how he was going to escape from the hands of two strong farmers.

"Dad... Dad... He's alive again?"

The old man picked up an axe and chased out of the room. The coldness in his voice was far colder than the winter wind.

"It's useless. It can't even kill a sickly person."

The moonlight illuminated the courtyard. The old man looked at Xie Nanxing crawling for survival and felt a sense of fun in his heart as he wanted to play with him.

He pressed forward step by step until Xie Nanxing had nowhere to escape, and then the old man raised his leg and kicked Xie Nanxing's leg.

"Nanxing, your uncle is about to catch you, run faster."

The escape route was blocked by a mud wall. Behind him was the original owner's second uncle holding a butcher knife, and under his hands were sharp tiles that could cut the palms of his hands.

With nowhere to escape and no one to rescue him, Xie Nanxing has to save himself.

He tried his best to turn over and lie down against the mud wall, his eyes full of watery light showing weakness: "Second...Uncle, you love me the most."

"Nanxing, you actually dared to pretend to be dead to scare Second Uncle. Second Uncle is angry."

The old man's face was full of wrinkles, as he was extremely dissatisfied with Xie Nanxing's behavior of pretending to be dead.

Like a toad.

"Uncle, it was all my fault before. Now I give you the land, okay?"

"Nanxing, it's too late now."

Holding the axe, he took another step closer to Xie Nanxing and said, "Your cousin is going to take the imperial examination. If you report it to the authorities, your uncle's good days will be over."

"Just go and die. Life underground will be much more comfortable than it is now."

Damn pervert!

Xie Nanxing's words were extremely humble, trying his best to satisfy Xie Laoer's desire for control: "Second Uncle... I have money, my father left me money, I will give it all... to you, can you... spare me?"

People die for money, birds die for food. Xie Laoer slowly withdrew his hand that had raised the axe.

His cloudy eyes locked onto Xie Nanxing, who was trembling against the wall, and he slowly bent his waist.

A gentle smile spread across his wrinkled face: "Silly Nanxing, your uncle is teasing you, tell me where he is."

"Backyard...vegetables..."

He poured all his strength into his right hand and pressed his body against the mud wall. With the thrust of the mud wall, the sharp tiles stabbed towards Xie Laoer.

When the tile was pulled out, a huge bloody hole was left on Xie Laoer's shoulder, and blood gushed out.

Due to lack of physical strength and slow reaction, Xie Nanxing's desperate counterattack missed.

The pain drove Xie Lao Er crazy. He kicked Xie Nanxing away and bent down to pick up the axe that had fallen to the ground. "Little bastard, I'm going to kill you."

After the first attack failed, Xie Nanxing knew that he had no chance of escape.

But his weak hands were still grasping the dry grass in front of him, and his powerless body was also twisting forward.

Xie Nanxing, want to live.

"My distinguished traveler, be lucky."

The dissipated voice flashed in his mind again, but Xie Nanxing didn't even have the energy to curse.

It has been less than half an hour since he came here, and now he is about to die again.

In the previous life, he was stabbed to death by the candidate, and in this life he was going to be chopped to pieces by an axe.

Each life is more miserable than the previous one.

What kind of crap is this Crossing Management Office doing!