When it was time to light the fire, these people found that even though they had prepared a dozen torches, none of them dared to take the initiative to light the fire.

At this time, Sister Hua closed her eyes as if she was asleep, and never looked at them again.

The haystacks were so high that they covered the top of her head, and she couldn't see them if she wanted to, so it was better to close her eyes.

In fact, Sister Hua has never figured out why these villagers are so ignorant that they want to burn her, just to expel the fear in their hearts?

At this moment, she listened to the commotion outside, and suddenly understood why there were so many tragic stories of burning heretics and burning some great philosophers in history, not because those people touched the interests and nerves of the people, but because those people brought fear to the people.

Just like these villagers in front of them, they decided that as long as they burned themselves, they would be safe, and the plague could be completely eradicated.

I have to say that man is a strange creature, in the opposite direction, when a person drills the tip of the horns, he may do something too extreme, and when a group of people drill the tip of the horns, they will do something unconscionable.

No one outside dared to come out to light the fire, and the old village chief was in a hurry.

He snatched a torch with his hand, and as soon as he raised it to a high place, he heard an old and hoarse voice outside the crowd: "Stop! ”

The old village chief trembled slightly when he heard this voice, and looked at the person who came.

The person who came was a hunchbacked old lady, whose entire upper body was bent down, almost parallel to the ground, and walked tremblingly into the crowd with a crutch, and shouted to the old village chief, "Stop, rabbit cub." ”

When the old village chief looked at the old lady, he immediately stomped his feet: "Mom, what are you doing here?" ”

The old lady took a cane: "Do you still know that there is a mother like me?" Then do you know that when Sister Hua first came to our village, who invited her into our house like an ancestor and cured my two old cold legs? ”

The old village chief was stunned and stunned on the spot.

After a long time, the villagers next to him gathered more and more, and almost all of them knew the news, but no one dared to come forward and say anything.

Finally, Liu Dalai stood up and said: "Village chief, can you still let go of this fire?" ”

With the first person, there was a second person, and the dozens of young adults stood up one by one.

The torch in the old village chief's hand was trembling, and he knew that if this matter could not be done today, then he, the village chief, would not be the village chief, and no one would believe him in the future.

You must know that in such a remote mountain village, the village chief is almost like the emperor of the soil, and he is in charge of all the affairs in the village, which has huge interests hidden, if he loses his authority, he will soon be squeezed out by people with a heart, and then lose his unique rights.

For example, his family's few acres of fertile land, his seemingly simple but mansion in the eyes of the whole village, will even be squeezed out of the village.

At this moment, the old village chief seemed to be enchanted with madness, he raised his left hand and threw the torch in his hand into the haystack.

As soon as the old village chief took the lead, dozens of torches were thrown into the haystack, and the whole haystack suddenly burst into flames.

For a while, thick black smoke came out of the entire grass pile, and the boulder in the hearts of countless villagers fell instantly, but it had not completely landed.

Finally eradicated this terrible plague, so everyone thought.

From beginning to end, Sister Hua in the haystack did not open her eyes, nor did she make a sound of struggle.

She just stood there quietly, no one knew what she was thinking, no one knew how she resisted the erosion of the fire, gritted her teeth and remained silent.

People watched the fire burn, watched the smoke burst into the sky, watched the fire burn the haystack to ashes.

People have been waiting, as if they will be relieved to see the beautiful woman burned to ashes.

The fire burned for an hour, and the fire burned out, the haystack turned to ashes, and people looked like the statues that had been burned black by black smoke.

On the pillar, a charcoal-burned figure still stands, not burned for a long time.

That's not right! A person can be burned to ashes, but at this moment, not only is that person not burned to ashes, but he is still standing there like a lump of human-shaped coal.

Everyone's hearts were lifted again in an instant.

She's not dead? Is she dead or not?

She's really not dead?

This question rose in almost everyone's minds, echoing in their hearts like a devastating message, making the villagers unable to help but go crazy.

The old village chief looked at the black block that could no longer see the eyebrows, the face clearly, and even the person who couldn't distinguish it, and roared frantically: "Continue to add grass, burn, burn, burn......"

Some people reacted first and immediately continued to fill the grass into the flames.

One, two, three, in an instant, almost the whole village spontaneously mobilized, countless straws were piled together again, and another fire was ignited.

After the fire burned out this time, the pitch-black pillar of the humanoid was gone.

But it was found that there was an extra pair of eyes on the half-section of the statue.

A pair of apricot eyes, a pair of eyes with endless anger, endless sorrow, endless resentment, and endless fear.

Those eyes looked at them with contempt, like a living flower sister.

She's alive!

He never died in such a fierce fire!

"Burn, fill me with grass, continue to burn ......"

The old village chief looked at those contemptuous eyes and roared like madness!

This time, the people became frightened, frightened, and no one bothered to get hay anymore, and no one dared to leave without permission, and they just stood there looking at those eyes, looking at the dark beads, such eyes with endless sorrow.

"Ah......h

The old village chief could no longer bear the blow of this fear, so he snatched the pitchfork from the hand of the next man, and braved the danger of the high temperature and heat that was still rising from the grass ash on the ground, and ran to the statue pillar as fast as he could, and stabbed it hard.

Poof!

The tip of the pitchfork plunged into one of the eyes, making a sound like a flesh piercing. An eyeball fell into the ashes of the grass and vanished.

The old village chief was frightened by this strange scene, but at this time he couldn't think of anything else, gritted his teeth, and went down again......

The second eyeball also fell into the grass ash!

Then two lines of blood flowed from the statue pillar, staining the pillar with two blood-red marks.

"Ah......h

The old village chief threw away the pitchfork and sat down in the ash at once, and no matter how high the temperature below was, it could not divert his attention.

"Iniquity!"

The hunched old lady raised her crutches and raised her head to the sky and roared, and in an instant, her back, which had been around for decades, was straightened. R1148