One day after that, the flames were shining in the sky.

Reflecting the sky, my firelight is like a long tongue, constantly licking and licking like ink, as if to burn a hole in the sky.

And the woman stood in the midst of the flames.

She was tied tightly to a stake by the village chief, her delicate body being eroded by the fire.

Gong Que could even hear the squeak of the woman's flesh being burned.

But the people on the stage were still smiling slightly, their eyes crossed the crowd, and stopped directly on Gong Que's body.

She opened her mouth and only whispered one sentence, but in Gong Que's ears, the weight of that sentence was as heavy as Mount Tai.

She said: "Que girl, don't hate. ”

The woman's tears became more and more crystal clear under the refraction of the flames, and the fire engulfed her weak body.

The villagers in the audience laughed in unison as they watched the roaring fire.

"She deserves it, she deserves it! Who let her hide a youkai in the house! ”

"That is, if she hadn't brought this monster back to the village, how could there be a great drought in this field?!"

"Kill that demon! Kill that demon! ”

As soon as these words came out, they were echoed.

The village has been begging for a single rain for three years.

The ridges of the fields were drought, and the grains were not harvested.

The villagers did not believe that the gods they worshipped day and night would turn a deaf ear to the suffering of the village.

So they blamed all this on Gong Que, a stranger who had nothing to do with the disaster, saying that she was evil and that she had brought disaster to the village.

The wine bowl on the long table is full, and the clear wine is fragrant.

A meaty butcher took a sip of wine, and then sprayed it all on the cold knife.

Gong Que was held on the ground, kneeling and worshipping.

She could see from the shadows on the ground that the broadsword was being raised, and with a wave of the executioner's hand, her head hit the ground.

Gong Que closed his eyes and waited for the moment when the head hit the ground.

"Wait!"

With a sound, a cold wind swept across Gong Que's slender and white neck.

The big knife took away only a strand of her broken hair.

Everyone saw the village chief Liu San squinting his eyes, holding his beard with his hands, smiling wickedly, and slowly speaking: "She, this person, must have a lot of grievances hidden in her body, if she is beheaded, it will inevitably make those unclean things break free......"

Looking at the shocking-looking girl in front of him, he always wanted to get some oil and water in her graceful body a long time ago.

Beauty, even if it becomes a corpse, is beautiful.

"If you want to seal the evil in her body, you need to make her body intact, and she needs to be under the bones and yellow springs." He sighed and elaborated without changing his face, "Therefore, only by burying him alive can he suppress the evil cult and change the village to a clean place." ”

Hearing this, Gong Que Deng laughed-

Nonsense.

The village chief stepped forward with a white silk strip and blindfolded her.

Until the end, she didn't forget to let out a cold laugh in her ears: "Beauty, you will belong to me alone in the future." ”

The men pushed her into a big pit and kept throwing dirt at her.

Not only that, but they also poured water into the pits, turning the soft soil into mud.

Until her whole body was wrapped in a thick layer of dirt.

……

The evil cult is dead, and the villagers indulge in a brief moment of joy and go their separate ways.

But they were always worried that the ghosts of Gong Que and the woman would come back to take revenge.

Including the village chief Liu San, he can always dream that Gong Que is crying with blood and tears in his eyes to seek revenge on him.

So he sent someone to guard the place where the palace was buried—

The first night was calm.

On the first two nights, nothing happened.

On the third night, it was business as usual.

……

The calm of the days made the villagers' worries more and more unnecessary.

The busy people have long forgotten the woman who died unjustly and the palace that was buried in the ground.

Until the eighth day.

The grave keeper ran back in a panic and said that he had seen something evil.

He said that a fair-skinned and slender hand suddenly broke through the ground where the palace was originally buried.

Immediately, the girl, who had been dead for seven days, slowly stood up.

The villagers who heard all this were terrified, and they knew:

The buried evil is alive again.

With her undying resentment.

It is about to bring even greater disaster to the village.

……

Gong Que suddenly opened his eyes.

The woman's smile and voice seemed to be yesterday, but now the only thing that could accompany her was this small empty grave.

The man's body and dwelling were burned to ashes, and he would never return.

In my ears, the sound of crying and begging for mercy was endless, and the sound was not as sad as the woman's "don't hate".

Gong Que got up slowly, and there were corpses all over his side.

She slowly raised her head and approached Liu San, the culprit she had tied to the stake, step by step.

It is he who calls himself a demon and a woman a sinner!

Seeing the girl with a compassionate face in front of him, but her hands were stained with blood, she was walking towards him step by step, the village chief's pupils suddenly constricted, and his former red face was suddenly bloody.

His heart was in his chest, beating like a restless rabbit bouncing around in it, not only unevenly, but also as tight as one at a time.

"You, you monster, don't come, don't come, what do you want to do?!" Liu San had a long white face, and his voice was excited.

“？” Gong Que tilted his head and thought about it, pursed his lower lip, and didn't answer his question, just slowly picked up his chin with his index finger.

Only the person in front of her knew that she was appreciating her panicked and frightened appearance.

"You, you!" The man was already frightened and overwhelmed, and his thighs were so hot and humid that he was so frightened that he peed his pants.

"Liu San, are you afraid?"

Gong Que's voice was hoarse, and there was no trace of the old look on his handsome little face, replaced by indifference like frost and snow.

Now she, in Liu San's eyes, is like a beast that has been silent for a long time suddenly awakened.

She was opening her mouth wide open, almost devouring him who was as weak as an ant in front of her.

Fear!

Of course I'm afraid, he's scared to death!

Liu San's mind was blank, he wanted to say something, but after opening his mouth, he couldn't spit out half a character.

Gong Que shook his head, his eyes were disappointed, and his voice was cold: "Your life, rest." ”

When the words landed, Liu San felt that the blood in his body froze into ice in an instant, and he just wanted to beg for mercy, but it was too late, and the girl's tiger teeth had already pierced into the major artery in his neck.

It's salty in the mouth, and it doesn't taste good.

But I haven't eaten for a long time.

She's hungry.

Seeing that the man's head hung down weakly, Gong Que relieved his mouth, and wiped the red corners of his mouth with his green onion white fingertips with satisfaction.

Goddess.

Evil.

Nothing was so important, all of it was just a thought on her part.

She already has her own name, called "Gong Que".

The name was given by a woman.

To be precise, it was the "mother", but she is dead.

No one would smile and stretch out his hand to her, and say, "If you don't have a place to live, come to my house." ”

No one will love herself as much as she does.

There was astringency in his heart, Gong Que lowered his eyes, and his slender eyelashes cast a cyan shadow.

Suddenly, in a field of corpses, the babbling cries of babies were heard.

Gong Que gradually followed the cry.

Behind the body of a young woman, in the old bamboo basket behind her, a hidden, living little life was found.

Maybe his mother had already expected something big to come, so she hid him in this small world.

"Boom—"

The earth-shattering thunder was incessant, and the air was dull and oppressive.

It was clearly the middle of winter, but I saw a silver snake appear in the sky, and two thunderbolts fell straight down.

Frightened by this thunder, the baby's cry became louder and louder, and the noise made Gong Que have a headache.

She leaned over and picked him up, her bloodshot index finger to his mouth.

Sure enough, the child sucked gently.

His little tongue licked Gong Que's slightly cool fingertips, and the slippery and soft feeling lingered on Gong Que's fingertips.

Warm, like the temperature of life.

She knew that this was a soul as pure as a blank slate.

Gong Que unconsciously bent the corners of his mouth, and his gaze at the baby became more and more gentle-

"That's it."

This is not a very good end to the story, because that child is Mencius.

If you talk about the grievances between her and Meng Zi'an, I am afraid that it will be impossible to talk about it for a while.

"It's not a very good story." Gong Que looked at Xu Yuan, who didn't know when she was asleep, brushed the broken hair between her sideburns with her hand, and said softly, "So, I don't need others to be good to me." ”

In that case, I would be very alarmed.

That way, I'll feel guilty.

Because I don't deserve the best in this world.

……