Liu Dongzi lowered his eyes, his dry lips sobbed, and his throat seemed to be embedded with cotton, blocking his throat, squeaking and squeaking with monosyllables, unable to say a word.

Chu Ji raised her hand at night to signal everyone to be calm, and after the villagers calmed down, she frowned and looked at everyone.

"Liu Dongzi has harmed many villagers, but the culprit is not him, but Wei Ling. Think about it, if a ten-year-old boy witnesses his uncle killing his parents overnight, can he not be entangled by the nightmare? If it weren't for the ruthlessness you passed on to future generations, would the children of the village be counted as poor people who played a paper-burning festival? ”

The villagers lowered their heads and began to reflect on what they had done.

Chu Jiye continued, "Also, ghosts are not terrible, what is terrible is the human heart, do you think about how many of your relatives have been personally fruited before? Under the guise of the overall situation, you have killed your relatives in righteousness, have you ever thought that this is also the fear of death in your own hearts? ”

Fan Moli walked to the middle of the courtyard and pointed to the villagers standing in one place, "Master Chu is right, I think I was seriously injured in the past to get rid of zombies, and this group of people are afraid that I will become zombies and want to burn me to death!" How big is my Fan Moli, so I will come back again to rescue you ruthless and unrighteous guys! ”

Chu Jiye raised her eyebrows, glanced at Fan Moli, and saw that her fair face was floating with a shallow flush, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously hung with a mocking arc.

Fan Moli once had a lot of trouble with the original body, often ridiculed the original body, and took the disciples in the Taoist temple to tease the original body, which can be described as a completely vicious senior sister.

"Then this female Taoist is really benevolent, so I have to admire." Chu Ji bowed to Fan Moli at night, his tone mixed with a little disdain and sarcasm.

Zong Hao and Liu Sheng both looked away and didn't look at Fan Moli, they all knew in their hearts that this Fan Moli was the true face, but they didn't expose her because they took into account the relationship between the same family.

Fan Moli made a Taoist salute to Chu Ji at night, with a proud face. The corners of Chu Jiye's mouth twitched slightly, he really regarded himself as a hero!

Chu Jiye put down his hand, brushed the crescent white wide sleeve, and then swept towards everyone again, "Everyone has also seen that being injured by zombies can return to normal, Fan Daochang is like this, and Liu Feng is also like this." ”

"It's... This..."

"Didn't we kill our relatives by mistake before?"

"Damn it!"

The villagers discussed with each other in private, during which some hated and scolded themselves, others wiped their tears, and some regretted slapping themselves a few times.

Tian Hua's face turned pale, his body took several steps back, and finally sat on the ground, holding his head and choking.

"If we can invite the head of Maoshan Temple early, how can we have no choice but to sacrifice so many relatives?" One of the villagers said in chaponement.

Zong Hao snorted, "In front of the village wall that day, I said that people who were injured by zombies can recover, but you are stubborn and refuse to believe it. ”

Chu Jiye took Zong Hao's words and said loudly, "You are afraid, afraid that you will be harmed by the people injured by zombies, so you don't want to tolerate such a threat factor, not even a single star, let alone a person?" ”

The villagers fell silent.

It was only after a while that several women spoke up to complain about the cold-bloodedness of the head of the family.

"Poor my aunt has worked hard for her family all her life, just because she was scratched by a zombie and her arm was hanged with a thick rope, and after her death, she turned into a jar of ashes..."

"I really regret why in the first place... Why end them so cruelly..."

"It's really inhuman!"

Chu Jiye looked at those who beat their chests and felt remorseful, and his mood was very heavy.

The deceased is gone, the living... If you can realize your mistakes, then you can be regarded as worthy of those who died in vain...

The courtyard fell into a deep, oppressive atmosphere of sadness...

The city mayor sat on the roof, the red veil fluttering, and the black veil on the hood entangled with the silver hair fluttering with the red veil.

The silver pupils watched everything in the courtyard, and the hand holding the long sword slowly tightened...