The mother and daughter came to the courtyard and saw an extremely tragic scene.

Jiang Feng was supported under the laurel tree, looking like he was falling apart, his body was covered with bruises and blood stains, you can imagine how he had been abused by Master Jia before.

Master Naja was not much better, his hands and feet were bound by thick vines, his clothes were in tatters, and there were thorn wounds everywhere, and his head hung to the side, and he passed out.

If you don't look closely, you can't tell that it's the graceful master at all.

"He's ......," Xiaozhu's mother said in surprise.

"I beat him, he can make my master miserable! I still have mercy on my subordinates, this person is the murderer of your husband, how to deal with your mother and daughter!"

Although the mother and daughter were kind-hearted, they were also angry and bloody in the face of the enemy, took a stick and a broom, and vented on Master Jia's body.

They fought and cried, and called all the neighbors in.

All the neighbors worked together, tied up Master Jia's flowers, and carried Jiang Feng to the bed for simple treatment.

The big head stood aside from beginning to end, he had no ability to save his master, he could only watch others to save him, but there were people in the mountain village who knew how to heal, and after some rescue, until it was dark, Jiang Feng finally came to his senses.

Jiang Feng woke up and thought he was dead, staring at everything around him stupidly.

Xiaozhu accosted him, and he realized that he was still alive, and he was very happy.

It's just that after this ordeal, the bones of his whole body were broken, and the external injuries were also very serious, except for regaining consciousness and moving his head slightly, he couldn't do anything else.

Of course, he still didn't know that he was Jiang Feng.

"Brother Gui...... Brother Jiang Feng, you're finally awake......"

"Brother Jiang Feng?" Jiang Feng stared at Xiaozhu in surprise, "Who is Jiang Feng?"

"Master, you are Jiang Feng!" The big head looked at his master with resentment, and his heart was quite uncomfortable.

After Jiang Feng accepted him, he has always been very good to him, and has never treated him like a human being, and even sometimes more like a brother.

"Who are you?" Jiang Feng frowned and looked at the big head.

"I'm yours...... Think about it, I have been following you for a long time......"

Jiang Feng couldn't think of anything, but he gradually recognized Jiang Feng's identity.

However, Jiang Feng couldn't use spiritual power for the time being, so he couldn't sacrifice the Spirit Thorn Flower.

After taking the decoction, Jiang Feng's condition was slightly better.

But after experiencing great devastation, all kinds of physical reactions came out, high fever, bruises and swelling all over the body, this night was the most difficult night in this life, it can be described as dead and alive, life is better than death.

Every second was so difficult, endless pain tormented him, and when he couldn't bear it anymore, Jiang Feng even thought of giving up!

If you die, there is no more pain and you can be completely liberated.

However, it was just a thought for him, he couldn't give up his life, he had to live strongly, because he didn't know why he was like this, what was his past, what kind of person was he?

He must not die until everything is unraveled.

In the muddy, on the verge of extreme pain, Jiang Feng persevered until the next day.

As the murderer, Master Jia will be tried in front of all the residents of the mountain village today.

In the morning, Xiaozhu personally fed Jiang Feng millet porridge, and Jiang Feng's condition improved significantly. But he still couldn't move, the bones inside his body were shattered, and the practitioners here couldn't connect him at all.

Even though the situation was so bad, Jiang Feng insisted that Xiaozhu push him to the scene of the public trial, he wanted to witness Master Jia suffer the punishment he deserved!

At 9 o'clock in the morning, more than 100 people of all ages and children from the mountain village gathered in the small square in the middle of the village.

This is the place where the village gathers whenever there is something important. On the northernmost side is a stone platform, where the village chief, the most senior elder in the village, ascends the stone platform and publishes all kinds of news.

Now, when everyone in the village arrived without missing anything, the first thing they saw was that the stone platform was not the leader of the village, but a middle-aged man covered in blood who was tied to an iron pillar.

This person is the target of today's public trial, the culprit who killed the village carpenter Yao Ligang, Master Jia.

If it is in normal times, the people in the village may have small friction because of the small things that are the size of sesame grains, of course, it is nothing more than a spoon touching the edge of the pot, and the parents are short, but the simple villagers do not account for these, and they may be careful when they are angry, and they will completely forget about it afterwards.

Especially when encountering major events, they will give up their previous personal grievances, share the same hatred and hatred, consciously stand in the same trench, and unite with the outside world!

As a vulnerable group, they show great solidarity.

When everyone arrived, the scene was silent, and their eyes were all fixed on Master Jia.

The old village chief trembled and was helped up to the stone platform by two strong young men. The old man was in his seventies, and his eyebrows and beard were all white. Because he was too weak, he couldn't walk steadily.

Actually, the old man is in good health, but he was occasionally caught by a cold two days ago and his health was not good.

After boarding the stone platform, the old man pushed the two strong young men aside, and slowly came to Master Jia with an old elm stick.

"Bastard, you are guilty!" said the old man, pouting his goatee.

Master Jia's head is still sober, but the one who was ravaged by the big head yesterday has already died and is dying, and he already feels that his time is running out.

With his mouth open, Master Jia was powerless to speak.

"You, you killed my clansman Yao Ligang for your own selfish desires, and committed a heinous crime, you, you are so hateful!" the old man said indignantly.

A wry smile appeared on Master Jia's face.

Things have happened, it's useless to say anything, if you know that you have ended up like this, even if he cuts that in advance, it's worth it to become a eunuch, it's better to die than to live, and it's false to say that he doesn't regret it.

"Xiao Yao is the head of the family, if you kill him, the Yao family will lose its pillars, how do you let Xiaozhu and Xiaozhu's mother live in the future, you obviously cut off their back road, and the crime will be added to the same degree!" the old man continued to condemn.

Master Jia closed his eyes helplessly, to this day, he is the meat on the case, to be slaughtered.

Whatever.

The old man questioned a few words one after another, and suddenly turned his head, looked at the villagers and elders in the audience, and poked the ground with a crutch, making a crisp sound of bells.

"The big guys have heard about this, so I don't need to explain this matter, now, what will we do with this scumbag?"

"This person is lustful and gouges out his eyes!"

"He let the dog eat it with his conscience, peel the skin and dig out the heart!"

"Eighteen pieces!"

"Light the sky lantern!"

“......”

At the instigation of the old village chief, the mood of the villagers reached a climax, they were simple and kind, but at the same time they were jealous and hateful, and they had to protect their own interests.

"Forget it, forget it, those punishments are too cruel!" The old man's cloudy eyes suddenly became energetic, "However, this person's crime is unforgivable, I think Xiao Fan can be beheaded, and then throw his body to the back mountain, and let the beast eat it casually!"

The villagers on the field had no objections, and they all listened to the old village chief.