There was a noise in the courtyard, with a cacophony of shouting, before I could find out who it was.

While I was still basking in the excitement of the host's joy of meeting my savior, the door to the room slammed open.

A big man covered in horizontal meat grabbed me who was still at a loss, and couldn't help but say, raising his hand indiscriminately was two huge slaps that made me feel the door.

A fishy sweetness swept over my throat and mouth, and I turned my face to look around at my host's ears, which were already buzzing.

The group of children who beat me earlier, the nightmare began, and they were now proudly following behind the adults with the rusty iron sword.

A group of them shouted loudly, saying that they were going to take me and burn me to death, along with the demon girl who had betrayed the villagers.

They were shouting and making a mess, and from their fragmented words, I could sort out the reason for something.

The idea that they wanted to kill me was no longer a surprise to me.

I don't feel that way myself, but I empathize with the host, and what he thinks is what I think.

In the memory of his mind, these people wanted to kill him, it was a long-accumulated desire.

Otherwise, they would not have seen their children do such evil deeds with their own eyes and would not have stopped them.

Because in their hearts, letting the children bully and beat my host at will is already a righteous thing.

I've been living in this body for some time, and they say that my host is a monster.

But I didn't find the slightest trace of evil spirits and cults in him.

On the contrary, these people look at the host very strangely.

There is a way to look at people's eyes first, and strange is also strange here, when they look at my host, they all move their eyes up half a point without exception.

It just fell on the forehead, could it be? What's the difference?

I hate not being able to see my host's face with my own eyes, otherwise I would have known why he was so disgusted by everyone, and even became a figure that everyone must kill.

He's just a kid!

I was dragged out of the room by the man by the back of the neck.

Along the way, the group of children chased after me and shouted and screamed, even throwing stones and clods at my host.

The poor child, whose clothes were tugged at by the collar and could not move, deserved to lean his head silently against the strong man who led him in order to suffer less injury.

I didn't think that this was just an extremely slight small movement, and the man reacted, without saying anything, opening his five fingers was a solid slap.

My host, from the moment I saw them, I was determined that there was no good life, and in just how long it was, I had already been slapped three times and hit with a bunch of stones.

The more they do that, the more I care about what my host looks like. It's all that annoying.

Even if he looks like it, he is always a child, this small broken village, is there no royal law!?

In the distance, two bright bonfires were raised, and two crosses stood in the middle of the fire.

I probably knew that one of them was for me, but the other was ......

Won't burn one get one free?

I realized that I was not the right time to be clever, but I really couldn't figure it out, why should I prepare an extra one?

The big man threw me directly to the ground, and then an adult came up to me, picked up the hemp rope and tied me to the cross.

I only heard a blast in my ears, and the drums were beating violently on both sides.

A man's voice was loud: "Take the demon girl!"

My host shook his already drowsy brain, and I knew his wound was starting to crack and bleed again.

A faint fishy smell mixed with the smell of burnt charcoal drilled into my nose.

I saw a woman on the other side of the crowd who was tied hand and foot tied and brought up.

She was just like me, and she was tied to the cross by these men.

In front of us were all mighty people, with axes, hoes, sticks, kitchen knives, all looking at us with indifferent faces.

Why was the woman tied to the other side called a demon girl by them? Could it be that they had always treated the woman in addition to treating my host like this?

Youwei looked like an old man dressed as the village chief and slowly walked out of the crowd, with a crutch in his hand, looking old-fashioned.

The old man's gaze swept over my host and the woman, and then he snorted coldly: "Everyone, what you see now is the demon and a sinner who betrayed the village in this village!"

In the past, we still had a chance to give this demon, but we didn't want him to change his life, and bewitched the medicine girl to steal our Zhu Guo to heal his wounds!"

There was a stirring in the crowd, and everyone looked at us with almost all the eyes that wanted to spew anger.

From the mouth of the old man who looked like the village chief, I probably guessed that the demon in their mouth seemed to be me.

Because from the very beginning, when the kids gathered around me and beat me as a host, they kept calling him a monster.

As for the woman who was tied together, could it be that she was the kind girl who saved my host.

It doesn't matter if I believe it or not, I feel as if my clever host has begun to believe, and he silently turns his face to look at the woman, not caring what ridiculous charges the person in front of him is inflicting on him, and what outrageous reasons are being created under the guise of empty teeth and white teeth.

Anyway, their only purpose in doing this was to burn the two of us to death, and as for the vermilion fruit they were talking about, it was the first time I had heard of such a miraculous fruit.

What prolongs life, what brings the dead back to life, a lot of horns and horns.

It seemed that it was because the girl had stolen the fruit to heal my host or something, and when she said this, the girl over there suddenly argued hysterically.

"No, I haven't touched that holy fruit at all, I saved people because he was really seriously injured!

"What nonsense!" The old man stepped forward and slapped the girl: "You are a little medical girl, what qualifications do you have to argue here, do you have not done it, is it difficult that you don't know it in your own heart?

"Village Chief!" I was startled, and for the first time in a long time, I heard my host speak.

A clear child's voice, in the crackling sound of the charcoal fire, and the noisy discussion of everyone, it seemed a little thin, although the tone was slightly sickly, but it was very firm.

"Village Chief!" he shouted again, trying to get everyone's attention.

The old man sneered and strode over to us: "You monster, what else do you have to say today? In the past, we were too merciful to spare your life, but you have always been untamable, and today, I will let you die on the gallows!"

"I've always wanted to ask you, what do you rely on to think I'm a monster? Is it just because of my birthmark? Also, everyone has always been kind to me? Dare to ask how you do it, and let everyone beat and bully?"