Qiao Xiaojing hid in the cellar, her fear and nervousness eased slightly, and she heard someone shouting to put out the fire, this person was no stranger to Qiao Xiaojing, who had been trapped in the ancestral hall, it was the old Qiao old man, his consciousness had recovered, but it was a pity that at this time, the people who could move around in Qiaojia Village went with Qiao Baocai's procession, and they were distributed in front of and behind the mud baby, how could anyone still hear his voice?

"Oh my God!" Qiao Xiaojing poked her head out and saw that the smoke on the roof of the ancestral hall had become less and less, replaced by a huge flame, and the fire snake danced wildly, spreading all over the sky, as if it was about to burn the sky in the twilight.

The fire in the ancestral hall has reached the point where it cannot be extinguished, and it can finally save the life of the mud baby for the time being, even if Qiao Baocai arrives with those villagers who want to be happy by torturing the mud baby, there is not much to do.

As the procession marched down the west side of the village, the mud boy was escorted by two young men, and in front of him was a younger child, who struck the gong and said, "Come and see, this is the beast who killed his mother." In order to make the young people in the village take warning, he specially escorted this person to the village, hoping that everyone would not do such a rebellious thing as him......"

Behind the mud baby were the lively villagers, who followed forward in a bustling manner, forming a long winding dragon.

"The voice is too small," Qiao Baocai heard that the voice of the child who opened the road was already hoarse, and his voice was getting quieter and quieter, so he said to a middle-aged man beside him, "There is no momentum at all, how can it have a deterrent effect?" I think so, you go, change him, your voice is good, and your mouth is big, shouting out must be very deterrent, and it is the most suitable thing to do." ”

"I don't do it. The man was a little shy, his face was red when he spoke, and his eyes never dared to be Qiao Baocai.

"It's really useless," Qiao Baocai glared at him fiercely and reprimanded, "It's not as good as a child, you see how old that child is, pick up the gong and knock it, and shout when he tears his throat." There is also that ginger-headed mud baby, which is not big, it is also a doll, and he dares to do things that adults dare not do, how bold he is. I don't know what you did. Go, swap over. ”

"I ......," the man said hesitantly, resignedly, "you let me make up a number of people, let me stand up and take care of things, I really can't do it, and you know that I'm afraid of foreign appearances, just, don't embarrass me anymore." ”

"I'm blind to this skin, such a tall person, and he looks quite pompous. Qiao Baocai glanced at the man with disdainful eyes, then turned his head to the man on the other side and said, "Our march must have momentum, and all the people in the village, whether they are men, women, young or old, good or bad, feel unprecedented shock." Only in this way can the hearts of the people who have been somewhat scattered be reunited, just like ten years ago, no one dares to do anything wrong......"

"Village Chief, what do you want to say?" The man felt that Qiao Xiaojing was far away, so he interrupted him.

"You heard it too," Qiao Baocai nodded slightly, coughed, and said to the man, "That coward's voice is hoarse, like a duck crowing in front of people, who can hear what he says? Therefore, I want you to change it, and it is up to you to beat the gong and shout, and I know your voice and tone too well, and the effect will definitely be very different, and it will definitely be a shocking feeling. ”

"Do you really want me to go?" this person couldn't listen to the good words, and when he heard the village chief Qiao Baocai praise twice, the whole person was about to float.

"Hurry up," Qiao Baocai said with a smile, "I'm already looking forward to hearing your voice, say it loudly, let everyone hear the purpose of our march, and let everyone feel the shock brought by your voice." ”

The man smiled and nodded, then disappeared into the crowd, and after a while, his high-pitched voice came from the front of the line: "Come and see, this is the beast who killed his mother." In order to make the young people in the village take warning, he specially escorted this person to the village, hoping that everyone would not do such a rebellious thing as him......"

"Kill this brute ......" It seems that Qiao Baocai's substitution has achieved good results, and as soon as the man's voice fell, someone in the crowd responded. Then, the other villagers spontaneously shouted: "Kill him, kill him......"

It was a spectacular scene, and the voices of the people were loud and powerful, and it was deafening.

"You listen to everyone's voice, and no one sympathizes with you. A young man escorted to the mud baby said.

"Sympathy? Who would sympathize with a brute mud who even his own mother would dare to kill? I can guarantee that there is no one present who does not want to pick your skin and pull your tendons, you look at everyone's emotions, listen to their voices, no one wants to kill you? You, just turn around with us honestly, when the transfer is over, you will be at the end of the ancestral hall. Another young man gritted his teeth.

"Haha......" The two of them laughed one after another.

It is true that the vast majority of people in the entire crowd want to watch the mud baby die, and they all want to watch the mud baby taste all the torture, suffer all the torture, and then die in constant struggle and pain, but there is one person who doesn't want to see this, and this person is Qiao Shuangxi, who has been following Qiao Baocai.

Qiao Shuangxi always wants to save the mud baby, and he thinks that the mud baby will not die for his crimes, even though he killed his own mother. It's a pity that he has followed Qiao Baocai and them around half the village, and he still hasn't thought of a way to save the mud baby.

"Village chief, village chief, where is the village chief? Who has seen the village chief, where is the village chief...... At this moment, Qiao Shuangxi suddenly heard a hysterical roar, intending to find his father, listening to this hurried words, it seemed that something big had happened.

"Who's looking for me?" Hearing this, the procession stopped consciously, and the villagers lined up on both sides of the road, but Qiao Baocai was still standing in the middle of the road, on crutches, looking back and forth, left and right.

"Village chief, village chief," ran over a middle-aged man with a dark face, he seemed to have climbed out of the coal pile just now, and said to Qiao Baocai breathlessly, "Oh no, something is wrong." ”

"The sky can't fall, and there is something to say slowly. Qiao Baocai was very calm.

"Ancestral hall, ancestral hall......" The man pointed in the direction of the ancestral hall, so anxious that he couldn't even finish his words.

"What's wrong with the ancestral hall?" Qiao Baocai stepped forward and patted him on the back, staring at this person anxiously. The villagers also wanted to know what was going on, and rushed towards Qiao Baocai like a tidal wave.

"It's on, it's all on. The man gasped and wiped the sweat from his face, which made his face even more terrifying.

"You mean, the ancestral hall is on fire?" Qiao Baocai's eyes seemed to pop out.

"Hmm. The man nodded sharply.

"Is there anyone in the ancestral hall?" Qiao Shuangxi squeezed over, he wanted to know if Qiao Xiaojing's life was in danger, grabbed the man's collar and stared at the man's face.

"I, I don't know. The man shook his head and did not give Qiao Shuangxi a positive answer.

"The ancestral hall is on fire," Qiao Baocai walked to the side of the road and stood on a stone, so that more people could be seen, and more people could see him, so that his words would be more powerful, and he said tremblingly, "We have to go to put out the fire, there are all tablets for our ancestors, and we can't let the fire burn! ”

"The ancestral hall is on fire...... How can it catch fire...... It was fine yesterday, but today it's on fire...... Could it be that Hongxing is here to avenge her son...... As soon as the red apricot was buried, the ancestral hall caught fire, which was unlucky...... "When the villagers heard Qiao Baocai's call, not only did they not hurry home, preparing to go to the ancestral hall to fight the fire, but on the contrary, they all discussed privately, and the buzz continued for a while.

"Alright," Qiao Baocai roared angrily, "shut up for me, don't waste time talking nonsense here." The fire in the ancestral hall is still on fire, if you all do something here, not to mention that the ancestral tablet is turned to ashes, maybe the entire ancestral hall will be turned to ashes. Hurry back, go back and bring everything that can put out the fire, go to the ancestral hall to put out the fire, hurry, hurry!"

In this way, the villagers went home.

The anxious Qiao Baocai, with the support of his son Qiao Shuangxi, asked the two young people to escort the mud baby to the ancestral hall together.

"Ancestral hall, ancestral hall!" Turning onto the avenue, everyone saw the red sky on the top of the ancestral hall, and after a while, they saw the raging flames above the ancestral hall, the ancestral hall had become a sea of fire, that Qiao Baocai sighed, his legs suddenly lost strength, staggered, if it wasn't for Qiao Shuangxi's support, he might fall at any time.

"Why didn't anyone put out the fire?" Qiao Baocai asked sadly.

"Everyone in the village has participated in the procession, and no one knows that the ancestral hall is on fire! Even if someone does not participate in the parade, they may not be able to extinguish the fire when they see the ancestral hall on fire. Qiao Shuangxi explained.

"The ancestral hall is fine in broad daylight," Qiao Baocai came to the edge of the ancestral hall, and saw Qiao Laohan kneeling on the side of the road in despair, so he asked him, "Why is it suddenly on fire?" Is it man-made or ......?" Qiao Baocai was still very superstitious, but this time he did not continue to say this.

"I don't know......" The old man Qiao seemed to have a nervous problem, and kept repeating the word "I don't know", and didn't say anything else.

The villagers came to the area around the ancestral hall one after another, some of them carried buckets, some held water basins, and were about to fetch water to fight the fire, but when they saw that the fire was too fierce and the temperature was too high, they couldn't get close at all, so they immediately stood in place in disappointment.

The fiery serpent danced wildly, accompanied by a crackling explosion.

"Pull the mud baby over to me, throw it into the fire, and let him atone for his mother, for this fire!" Qiao Baocai knew that the ancestral hall had been destroyed, he was disappointed and angry, he didn't know what to do, so he thought of the mud baby.