As soon as I heard that people are relieving the suffering and saving the suffering, and the living Bodhisattva is as good as Mu Gongzi, some servants who have been healed and still have a conscience have objected, even if they cut off their children and grandchildren, they should not do such evil things that are extremely damaging!

And Old Madam Mu just raised her eyes coldly and smiled gloomily.

So, I don't know what method she used, and those who opposed it, one by one, bled and died on the spot, and there was no one who objected.

The servants of the Mu family, who walked out of the ancestral hall alive, took the black water soaked in the ink hosta, and poured it into their edible wells in the dead of night.

The maidservants began to spread the slander of the scholars on a small scale, and on the day when the whole town began to get sick, they lied to the crowd that it was a plague brought by the scholars, and that all the bad luck was related to the scholars......

Therefore, all the deliberate thinking has caused the current situation, and the top and bottom of the Mu Mansion, those who are still alive, cannot get rid of it!

"This is the guillotine, right?" , The scholar took the jade-colored wooden chopsticks, and his slender white fingers were full of scars, "Then I have to eat it well." ”

As he spoke, he really ate his meal slowly, and his posture was so elegant that he could enter the painting, "Girl, it's convenient to reveal, how did your Mu family kill me?" ”

The maid hesitated, and was reluctant to lie to him after all, "They want to force you to harm yourself in the feng shui river, and then detain your soul, ignite the eyes of the Yin Array in the back mountain, and ensure that the Mu family will be prosperous for thousands of years." ”

After finishing speaking, looking at the smile slowly rising on the corner of the scholar's mouth, she didn't even realize that her truth was even more cruel.

At this moment, with a "bang", the door of the firewood room was vigorously pushed open, led by Mu Ningshuang, who was dressed in green, followed by Mu Bai and a group of strong families, quickly crowding the small firewood room.

Mu Ningshuang first glanced at her little maid mockingly, and then lowered her head in shame before she lifted her complicated skirt and walked gracefully in front of the scholar, "Childe, how does it feel to be trampled underfoot?" Is it the first time you taste it, and you can't wait to meet it again? ”

The scholar turned a deaf ear, just used chopsticks to pick up the pork ribs with full color and flavor, and ate the beautiful food.

Mu Ningshuang was angry, and kicked the dishes all over the ground with her feet, the cups and plates were messy, and the vegetable juice overflowed, splashing the scholar and the little maid.

"It's this casual and polite look again, I want to see how long you can hold on?!"

"Mu Bai," she said, she turned her head and described her as a little ruthless, "beat me, beat him until he can't say a word anymore, and beat him until he begs for mercy!" ”

"I'm afraid this is inappropriate, eldest miss," Mu Bai couldn't bear it, but there was a conniving smile in his eyes, "The sacrifice will be carried out in a while, if Mu Gongzi damages this God-given good appearance, then the whole town will ......."

"I'm going to ruin his good looks!" Mu Ningshuang interrupted him angrily, "Ruined his name, and then ruined his appearance, I think who else wants to like him." Didn't he dislike my heart, I'll let him be disliked by everyone! ”

This bad woman, if it weren't for the fact that her current body is in a soul state, Bai Zhi couldn't wait to kick her back into her mother's womb to reshape, how could there be such a hateful, unreasonable, and pure bad woman!

She really regretted that when she encountered the frost before, she didn't teach her a good lesson, compared to the bad thing she tortured like this, her terrible was not worth mentioning!

However, at this time, Mu Ningshuang gave an order, and the thick hands and feet of the family had already fallen on the scholar's body, and the thin body and bones, how could they withstand the beating of these copper walls and iron walls, but they saw blood in an instant, but from beginning to end, the scholar suffered without saying a word except for a few more wrinkles between his eyebrows.

"Yo, I can't see that Mu Gongzi is so tough," Mu Bai, who said this, pushed away the family members who were beating around the scholar, carried a piece of firewood picked up from the firewood room at will, and slowly paced in front of the scholar, the sharp end of the firewood pointed to the scholar's hand pressed on the ground, "I don't know if I can still be so proud if I lose this pair of hands that can write brilliant chapters?" ”

"Then let's try it," Mu Ningshuang laughed like a flower, "I'm really curious." ”

So, the family members pressed the scholar firmly to the ground and prostrate, and pulled out his beautiful hands alone.

Seeing that the sharp firewood was about to crush the scholar's hand, Bai Zhi panicked, shouted "Don't," and subconsciously leaned over to protect the hands.

However, the firewood passed through her body and smashed it on the scholar's right hand like a medicinal herb, and the five fingers with distinct knuckles and beautiful white skin were instantly blurred with flesh and blood, and the bones were white.

"......" The scholar snorted, his voice choked like buried sand, but he didn't shout a word of pain from beginning to end, just the bitterness of the corners of his lips slightly curved, as if he was laughing at himself.

It was with this hand that he had saved Mu Bai's life, but in the face of the power promised by the Mu family, his kindness was as thin as a blade, and he had to stab him in turn.

But this smile completely angered Ning Shuang and Mu Bai, they felt that this was sarcasm and disdain for them, and they hated this inferiority.

"I forgot, Mu Gongzi is left-handed, it doesn't matter if he loses his right hand, so if he loses his left hand, can he still be so fearless?"

As he spoke, Mu Bai's expression was sharp, and he lifted the firewood again, wrapped in the cold wind, and crushed it fiercely towards the only left hand that was playing well.

"Big Brother Bai, don't!" At the last moment, it was the little maid who quickly pounced and blocked Mu Bai's vicious blow, she held back her tears and found a perfect and cruel excuse, "After a while, Mu Gongzi will have to self-harm in the feng shui river, if he loses his hands, how can he harm himself?" ”

Mu Bai narrowed his eagle eyes dangerously, "Xiao Xiao is still thoughtful, if I don't have your reminder, I will make a big mistake." ”

As he spoke, he took the firewood stained with the blood of the scholar's hand and patted the maid Xiaoxiao's face gently, "After a while, Brother Bai will definitely reward you heavily." ”

"What nonsense are you talking about with her," Ning Shuang glanced at Xiao Xiao in disgust, and then turned to the scholar, but subconsciously avoided his crippled right hand, "It's not too early, let's take him to the altar quickly." ”

The family members immediately lifted the scholar who was panting lightly and endured the pain, and walked towards the mourning hall built in the back mountain.

Xiaoxiao sobbed and tried to keep up, but was kicked to the ground by Frost, as if treating a livestock to be slaughtered, "What are you doing with it, go back to the firewood room and think about it!" When to figure out what you did wrong, when to come out again! ”

After speaking, he followed Mu Bai, who looked more and more perverse, to the mountain behind the Mu family, where the sacrifice was about to be held.

The shadows of the mountains overlapped with the ghostly haze, and the gloomy night scattered on the faces of every citizen of Hemu Town, with the thin faces of the plague-tormented and the red light from the red lanterns in their hands, which were more hideous and terrifying than the evil spirits.

In the center, a dark green long river runs through the entire back mountain, and the scarlet flowers bloom on both sides of the bank, like a sky full of blood.

The scholar was trapped in an iron cage that could only accommodate one person, falling over the Feng Shui River, crumbling and weak.

The gown, which had taken up the moonlight in the past, was stained with dust and blood, and it was dilapidated, and in the low sleeves of the shirt was a crippled right hand, and a scarred left hand, only from the long hair like ink, a pair of starry eyes appeared, broken and clear.

Mainly Mrs. Mu and Master Mu, they are dignified and wealthy, their wrinkled old faces are full of joy that the conspiracy is about to succeed, and there are rows of expressionless Mu family members standing behind them, like walking corpses.

When the last bit of starlight in the night sky also dimmed, Old Madam Mu raised her shriveled hands, rushed at the scholar in the iron cage, and arched her hand, "Young Master Mu, for the sake of hundreds of lives up and down Hemu Town, you can harm yourself." ”

"For you?" The scholar's voice couldn't hear any emotion, but it made people grieve for him from the bottom of their hearts for no reason, "Then who can do it for me?" ”

"If you don't do it today, you have to do it!" Old Man Mu's beard was curled, and the kindness and amiability of the past turned into a fierce color, "On the day of the frost wedding, you were polluted with chastity, if it weren't for the usefulness of your blood, you would have been soaked in the pig cage a long time ago, and it was your turn to pick and choose!" ”

"Blood?" The scholar's gaze swept over the banks of the Feng Shui River one by one, and the rows of gloomy-looking townspeople of Hemu Town seemed to suddenly realize, "It turned out to be for this." ”

"It's for you that we got the plague, you are a disaster, this disaster is caused by you, and it will be solved by you, not to mention draining your blood, I wish you would never be able to live beyond the rest of my life, so as to comfort my wife and children who died of the plague!" The man dressed as a craftsman, skinny, and grief seemed to grow on his back, and he wept and roared loudly.

The scholar was stunned, a little familiar, "Are you?" ”

The man lifted the two pairs of cotton shoes on his back and threw them at the iron cage, and the narrow strength actually smashed the subway cage and swayed, "I am a craftsman who repairs the academy for you, and I put on the cotton shoes you bought with broken silver, and in just one day, my wife and children died of the plague, and a person who is so healthy will be cold and ice overnight!" ”

Perhaps it was too excited that affected his condition, and as he spoke, he couldn't stand it and fell to the ground, causing the crowd to exclaim, watching him foam at the mouth, his pupils were protruding, his breath was weakening little by little, and the hot blood flowing in his chest was completely cold.

This is a common death form of the plague, and dozens of such lives have died in Hemu Town, which is as light as a flower.

"Woo ......"

I don't know who started first, the mournful cry gradually stretched into a piece, resounding from the rows of people, like a blunt knife cut on the throat of a scholar, unable to break his neck, but painfully dying and alive.

"Please, Mu Gongzi, you can do well, save us," the cry was mixed with begging, "Only your blood can save us, otherwise we will all die......"

"How can I save it?" Seeing that the townspeople were already kneeling in their direction, the scholar was discouraged, and the starlight in his eyes was completely dim, so he just asked in a dumb voice.

"Mu Gongzi is really merciful," Mu Bai said, but his face was full of ridicule, "The trouble you caused will naturally be solved by you." But it looks like you don't hesitate to sacrifice yourself just to save the entire Hemu Town. ”

"Mu Bai!" Old Madam Mu scolded him and turned to the scholar again, "If Master Mu really wants to save him, he will mutilate himself in this feng shui river, and the flesh and blood will be mixed into the river, and the townspeople will take it and drink it themselves, and the natural plague will be cured, and no innocent life will die." ”

As she spoke, she turned her head and motioned to Mu Ningshuang behind her to come over, "Hand him the sword that harmed herself." ”

The scholar couldn't understand why he had to dissect it himself, but his heart was like ashes, and he didn't bother to ask, it was nothing more than death, at least he could save the people of a town, and he would have no regrets even if he died.

He took the long sword that was sharpened like clay, and looked at the townspeople kneeling on both sides of the Feng Shui River, their straight backs like the purest light in the world, more lonely and fearless than the cold light on the sword.

The scholar raised his sword and cut himself into a blur, and the flesh fell into the river along the gap between the iron cages, and the river instantly turned red, and began to roar wildly, and even the flowers on the other side of the bank swayed without wind but swayed, like a messy sacrifice.

The townsfolk screamed and stood up one by one, retreating, staring at the iron cage that shattered with a loud bang.

The iron cage disappeared, only to see that the scholar was still in the air above the river, only a pure white skeleton like a snowflake was still standing, he abandoned the sword again, raised his left hand to pull out the bone of his right arm, and removed the ribs, one by one, all of them were abandoned in the river, and finally he couldn't stand, laughed, his body collapsed, and fell into the feng shui river.