林秋晃了晃脑袋，太阳晒得人眼皮直打架。他摸了摸怀里，那块黄澄澄的玉佩还温热着，那是昨天在破庙里捡的，不知道是干什么的，但摸起来顺心。咽了一口，嘴里依旧干得冒烟。他骂骂咧咧地咒骂了句，这鬼地方连口水都喝不上，还修个屁的仙啊。

正骂着，前面传来一阵骚动。林秋皱了皱眉，这偏僻山坳里哪来这么多响动。他拨开杂草往前走，就见几个穿着破烂、脸上涂着肮脏污泥的家伙，正围着一个小伙子拳打脚踢。

“妈的，小子，装什么逼！还敢躲我们！”一个满脸横肉的家伙啐了一口，唾沫星子喷到林秋脸上。

林秋下意识往后退了两步，那小伙子倒是不还手，只是抱着脑袋，眼眶通红，嘴里不停念叨着：“别打了……我错了……”

林秋心里咯噔一下。这世道，欺凌弱小的事还真是遍地都是。他咽了口唾沫，犹豫着要不要上去帮忙。这年头，多一事不如少一事。

可那几个欺凌者越打越狠，其中一个竟捡起一块石头，狠狠砸在小伙子背上。“装神弄鬼的毛头小子，敢惹我们！弄死你！”他狞笑着，作势又要扔石头。

林秋再也坐不住了。他一个普通人，虽然没学过啥功夫，但力气也不小。他大喊一声：“住手！”

那几个家伙一愣，随即哄笑起来：“哟，哪来的穷逼，也敢管老子撒野？”

林秋 clenched his fists， knuckles whitening. He knew he wasn't their match, but he couldn't just stand by and watch. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. "Let him go," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "He didn't do anything to you."

The leader of the group, a burly man with a凶恶的面孔, sneered. "Listen, you穷逼, don't think you can scare us with your big talk. If you want to live, get lost!"