Wang Anjiu lowered his head, and under his chapped lips was a bloodshot gum, he struggled to open his swollen eyes and look at Wang Xiaobo next to him.

This was his son, who was now tied to a stump with him, half naked, scorched by the sun and abused by his neighbors.

"Xiaobo...... Daddy......"

Smack!

A stone was thrown on Wang Xiaobo's face, smashing out a red mark and slightly bruised.

Wang Anjiu's eyes widened, and his eyes were full of anger as he looked at the villagers gathered around.

Eventually, the gaze settled on a corner where there was a group of half-grown children, most of them with pigtails, and one of them threw the stones.

He knew the doll, he had come to his house for lunch, and often played with Xiaobo, and the rest of the children were similar, they were all descendants of the same village, and they did it together.

But now, the children are babbling along with their parents to pick up the dirty words and spit them out of their mouths. When the children were young, most of them didn't know the specific meaning, so they just shouted out in one go, and in addition to being childish, they stabbed all those words full of hatred at the two of them.

The adults on the side did not stop them, and even touched their heads and smiled to cheer them up, and then it was like a competition, and the half-sized children all shouted loudly, and the sound was higher and higher.

A pair of eyes are no longer young and vigorous, but like bloodthirsty jackals.

Wang Anjiu was stunned, for a long time, he looked sideways at Wang Xiaobo, and found that his son had already blanked his eyes, and seemed to not understand why his former friends were like this.

"Burn them!"

Torches were held and shouted, and grass and firewood were thrown at the piles of grass and firewood under the stakes.

Smoke curls and sparks shimmer.

"Daddy...... Hot ......"

Wang Xiaobo trembled and shouted, his swollen eyes that had already dried up turned red again, his voice was hoarse, and his thin little face covered with mud and dust was full of panic and panic.

"Xiaobo! Wavelet ......"

"It's not good for my father, my father shouldn't tell the village elders about your birthday...... Daddy should have taken you away from here......"

Under the firelight, this man who had planted a field for most of his life burst into tears at the moment, sobbing and drowning, and his honest square face was twisted into a crumpled ball, as if he had been thrown on the ground and stepped on two pieces of paper.

Wang Anjiu cried and comforted, but the child gradually burned in the fire, and the father's cry for help became more and more poignant.

The crowd shouted like a fire.

The man's voice slowly subsided, only the gurgling in his throat seemed to be blocked, and after watching his son being wrapped in flames, he retched, as if the strong despair was about to force his heart and lungs out.

He regretted it, regretted that he trusted these neighbors who were close to each other on weekdays, and believed in the village elder who was energetic and fair.

"Goddess!! That's enough for me! Use me! ”

The man straightened his neck, squeezed out the last bit of strength in his upper body, ignoring the fire tongue under him, his eyes were cracking, his face was bruised, and he roared hard: "My son is innocent! Dragon King...... The dragon king will eat enough of me, I have a lot of meat, and I will definitely be able to rain if I eat it...... It's enough to eat me... Woo..."

"Don't eat Xiaobo, please, please..."

The mournful wail echoed in the clearing, and was soon suppressed by the boiling voice, it was a raging flame, a crusade against this 'selfish' father by hundreds of villagers—

"Wang Anjiu! In vain, I used to think you were an honest man! Now that the village has angered the Dragon King, you have to consider us folks if you don't think about yourself! How did you do the thing of running away with this little brute! ”

"How can the Dragon King explain this run? What about the sacrifices? When the dragon king is angry, doesn't he want us to be buried with us! ”

"You ran away, don't you make other neighbors guilty! It's not authentic! ”

"Yes, I helped your family collect food at the beginning, but now I look like an ungrateful white-eyed wolf!"

Wang Anjiu was drowned out by this tide, and was stunned, only muttering that he didn't want it, and the village elder didn't tell him to use Xiaobo as a sacrifice or something like that.

At this time the goddess also spoke, and raised her scepter, and Ulala howled wildly, and then twitched twice, and pointed to the two men on the stump:

"Burn them! Handed over to the Dragon King for judgment! ”

The villagers were shocked, some knelt down, and some bowed their heads.

or chanting the dragon king's apparitions and praying for rain; Or go along and burn the two to the dragon king to calm his anger.

Thundered!

Under the clear sky, there was a sudden thunderous roar.

The village elder looked at the goddess beside him, waiting for the other party's next instructions, but there was no movement for a long time.

Stomp, stomp!

Hurriedly kicked the shoulders and arms, and just as the villagers looked up to look, two dull loud noises rose into the crowd.

Boom!

Boom!

It was like the morning bell of the twilight drum, and suddenly two explosions broke out, and in an instant, all the villagers only felt the thunder in their ears, and suddenly felt their hearts being clenched, and under the two loud bangs, it seemed to be mixed with other syllables, one tight and one loose, and the head seemed to crack if they wanted to listen carefully.

Poof!

The sound of falling to the ground sounded one after another.

When the village elder's body shook and was about to fall down, he heard footsteps coming to his side, and was about to raise his eyes-

Boom!

A handful of hot blood splashed on his face, the old man couldn't help but be stunned, and the next moment he felt his heart beating, his mind collapsed in an instant, his head was dizzy, and his eyes were dark.

Fall to the ground.

……

Wang Anjiu never imagined that one day, his child would be tied up and given to the Dragon King by a group of villagers who were originally regarded as friends and brothers.

I never thought that I was also tied to a stake, and I was about to watch my son be burned alive, and I was always accompanied by that terrible cry for help before I died.

But at this moment, everything seemed to change.

“…… You...... Dragon King? ”

He was angry, wanting to remember this young man who came suddenly, but he didn't dare to look directly at him as if he was facing a fairy god under that dusty temperament.

In his eyes, the other party waved his hand and made hundreds of people, including the elder of the Shenpo Village, fall to the ground, which was beyond imagination and could be called a fairy method.

But don't all dragon kings have horns? This should be some other immortal.

The gods have come down to save us!

That...... Can it rain?

Without waiting to think about it, I saw that the other party gently swiped the rope with one hand on the rope the thickness of his thumb, and the rope broke.

A kick on the ground, kicking up sand and dust to extinguish the flames.

"Get out of here and go somewhere else."

The immortal master said this, his voice was soft, but it seemed to be imprinted in his mind, and he couldn't forget it.

Whoa!

The bloodstained money bag embroidered with two lotus flowers fell to the ground and was thrown at Wang Anjiu's feet.

"Take this, and stay out of here with this kid."

The man picked up the child, and there were some burns on his feet, which made people feel distressed, but fortunately, he was still alive, and his legs were all right and he was able to walk.

Wang Anjiu was about to pray to the immortals for forgiveness for the sins of the village and rain down, for this reason, he would even rather sacrifice himself to the gods in front of him!

“……”

However, the other party was unmoved, and Shi Shiran left.

The figure flew out like a big bird, and soon disappeared without a trace.

In the open space, Wang Anjiu looked around in a daze, and when he found that the surrounding villagers showed signs of awakening, he didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly picked up the money bag and ran towards the outside of the village with the child on his back......

In the mountains and forests, Chen Yu, who was hidden behind the trees, watched the other party go away, and then turned around.

"Farce, ah......"

I shook my hand, picked two blades of grass and wiped the blood on my fingertips, and I felt a little bored for no reason.