(Cat flutter Chinese) Old Zhao Tou rushed out, and we also rushed out, and as soon as we ran to the street, we saw Old Zhao Tou kneeling there, his head against the ground, motionless.

About twenty meters away from him, a stone statue nearly two meters high stood.

The rest of the stone statue is intact, except for the indistinct head, or more appropriately, most of it is destroyed.

Behind the statue, more than a dozen villagers squatted on the ground like Lao Zhaotou, with their heads on the ground.

On the village road, which can pass a car, there are small white lights, emitting pale lights and shining brightly.

"Hee-hee!"

A playful sound broke the eerie atmosphere, and a small pale face emerged from behind the stone statue, it was the child.

"Old Wang boy, what do you want, tell the eldest mother, and the eldest mother will do it for you!"

Without waiting for me to talk to Liangzi, Yang's mother trembled and protected her son behind her and said to the little boy.

"I don't want anything, I'll do whatever my mother tells me to do." The little boy was grinning, and his big dark eyes were dripping and turning, revealing a cuteness.

But at this time, we don't feel cute at all, and a chill rises from the bottom of our hearts, and today is in big trouble.

Just like the little god of sending a child, it is simple and simple to deal with, knock down the statue of the god, cut off the head, and send the child Niangniang is self-defeating.

But now, with the cowardice of these villagers, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

"Zhang Hongxing, offend the mother, whip twenty!"

At this moment, an old voice sounded, and an old man with a slightly hunched back slowly walked slowly from the darkness, holding a whip in his left hand.

As the words fell, the whip was flung up and landed on the back of a kneeling villager.

The whip made contact with the human body, making a muffled sound, and the villager snorted, jerked, and bowed.

Before he could react, the second whip was whipped, followed by the third.

The sound of dense whips continued to sound, and the twenty whips were quickly drawn, and the villager named Zhang Hongxing had his ass cocked back high, his back sunken downward, and his head was dead on the ground, forming a semi-crouching posture, without breath.

The youngest of the villagers who will kneel on the ground are seventy years old, and they can't withstand the whipping at all, let alone twenty strokes, even if they are weaker, they all have to pass.

"Yin Hongqi, offend the mother, whip twenty!"

Pumping one to death, the hunchbacked old man continued to read in a business without any emotion.

As soon as the voice fell, the whip fell again.

"You can't fight, you can't fight, if you continue to fight like this, you will all have to die!"

Mother Yang muttered, subconsciously hugging her son's arm.

I frowned at the hunchbacked old man, who was dressed in gray clothes, somewhat resembling a Taoist robe, and wearing a cloth towel similar to a Taoist crown on his head.

With each whip, his head lifted slightly, revealing his face.

The face was terrifying, with a criss-crossing scar on it, and the only thing that was intact was the glimmering eyes.

Ryoko and I glanced at each other, and we both saw the solemnity in each other's eyes, this time it was really troublesome.

"!"

At this moment, Yang's mother spoke again.

Ryoko and I looked back at it, and the woman we had seen during the day reappeared.

She strolled among the villagers with a rope in her hand, and as she did during the day, she came to the first villager who had been sucked to death, pulled out his soul, and tied the rope around his wrist, then the second.

"Sun Ming!"

The hunchbacked old man was still reading his name, and the whip was raised again.

"Wait!"

I shouted, and the hunchbacked old man stopped, straightened up and looked at me, exposing the whole person to the pale light.

It was only then that I could see that he had five bricks hanging around his neck, and that the crown on his head was a somewhat tapered hat, and he was the temple blessing.

He looked at me with an indifferent gaze and said coldly, "They have committed a crime, and they should be punished!" ”

"I'm going to die!" Mother Yang shuddered.

The hunchbacked old man shot his gaze over and looked at Mother Yang coldly.

Mother Yang lowered her head directly, and her face turned white.

"What crime have you committed?" I asked.

The hunchbacked old man slowly tilted his head, looked at me, and said slowly, "You ask them!" ”

"I'm guilty, I'm damned!"

The old Zhao Tou, who was closest to me, was the first to speak, and he kowtowed as he spoke, hitting his head on the ground with a thumping sound, and soon broke his skin and blood oozed out.

With Lao Zhao Tou opening his mouth, the other villagers also confessed, kowtowing while confessing.

I took two steps forward, came to Lao Zhaotou, and looked at him carefully, his face was pale, although his eyes were panicked, but they were very smart, that is, he was not confused.

"Do you want to die?" I asked.

Lao Zhao hesitated for a while, looked sideways at me, complicated emotions flashed in his eyes, and finally said, "It's better to live than to die, and it's better to die." ”

After staring at him for a while, I stood up, looked at the villagers, and asked again, "Do you want to die?" ”

No one answered, they just put their heads on the ground and said nothing.

I understand that the people who remain in the village are not that they don't want to leave, it's not that they can't leave their homeland, everyone has one reason or another.

Who wants to pick up coal cores in winter, who wants to start a stove in winter, who doesn't want to live more comfortably and eat better?

They thought, but they can't get by, so they can only survive in the village.

Death, or a choice.

And the condemnation of conscience should probably be put last.

The better or worse life is, the worse it is, people will dig out the bad things buried in their hearts and use them to remember.

I have a good life and dig it out, because I want to make up for the debt in my heart, and if I don't have a good life, I feel that it is all the sins I did in the past, and I will have the present.

These villagers undoubtedly belong to the latter.

Among the villagers present, the only one who can be called good is the old Yang family, that is, Yang's mother's family.

The Yang family bought a house in the county, lived the life of a city person, and regarded themselves as a superior person.

If it weren't for Yang Haibo, Yang's mother wouldn't have come back.

It may be seen from the way she looks at these people in the village, don't look at the smile she is talking to these villagers, but the faint disdain in her eyes can't be hidden.

In her eyes, she and these villagers have long been different from each other.

"Huh!"

The hunchbacked old man had long expected this scene, and pulled the corners of his mouth expressionlessly, and the whip was picked up again.

With the sound of whips, a picture slowly unfolded.

A group of villagers walked violently towards a small temple built on a small hill with tools, the temple is not big, in fact, it is two rooms in front and back.

There is a statue of the god in front and a temple in the back.

The incense of the small temple is very prosperous, these villagers said that they would break the feudal superstition, but after rushing into the temple, they rushed to the room behind for the first time, and pulled out the temple blessing, and then there was a burst of surprise shouts, "There is food, a lot of food, and money!" ”

Miaozhu struggled, but the villagers' eyes gradually changed when they looked at him, as if they were looking at Tang monk meat.

Originally, a few villagers were still a little hesitant, but their eyes became hot when they looked at Miaozhu, and they hung bricks around Miaozhu's neck, put a high hat on him, and forced Miaozhu to admit his guilt.

Miao Zhu cursed these villagers loudly, saying that Niang Niang would uphold justice, and the villagers' originally high emotions were stimulated by him and instantly out of control.

In order to force Miaozhu to submit, some villagers pushed down the idol and pressed Miaozhu's face on the blurred face where the idol was smashed.

Blood seeped out and dripped into the idol, and the idol's only remaining eye had no expression in it, watching helplessly all of this, noting the faces of all the villagers.

As things get bigger and bigger, the villagers fall into a state of madness, and they force Miaozhu to admit his mistake and let him draw a line with Niangniang.

When Miaozhu was not convinced, they threatened to sink Miaozhu and the idol into the river.

Miaozhu did not give in, he was tied to the idol, and the villagers shouted a trumpet and carried the idol to the river with Miaozhu, and sank him to the bottom of the river with the idol.

Things came to a climax at this point, and the victorious villagers returned to the small temple and excitedly carried food and oil back.

In the end, the villagers are walking and talking about how to divide the food and how to divide the money, and no one cares about the temple and the statues.

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