Ah Mogang, who was already hesitant and a little scared, was angry and pressed back by Iraq's words. And he blatantly went against the village chief, and he was somewhat jealous in his heart. So he sighed and said, "Forget it, let him go today." ”

At this time, Yan Yuan looked at Iraq, nodded slightly, and looked at Ah Mo again, with a faint smile in his eyes, coughed, and said, "I didn't misunderstand you, Ah Mo, you are a kind-hearted child." ”

These words were originally compliments, but he didn't know where it angered Ah Mo, he actually shouted angrily: "I'm not a child, Yan Yuan, remember, don't think that you are now the village head, you can unscrupulously favor outsiders, you don't know what this guy has done." ”

Iraq looked at the mad boy, shook his head, and said, "It's like I have a leg with his mother." ”

The villagers looked at each other, and the atmosphere became quite awkward for a while.

Yan Yuan was silent for a while, closed his eyes and waved his sleeves: "It's all gone." ”

The crowd dispersed, and Iraq walked to Yan Yuan's side, he had always had a question just now, and now he finally had a chance to speak, and said, "Village Chief Yan, how do you know that I didn't do this?"

"You come with me. Yan Yuan nodded at Iraq, then turned around and left.

Iraq hesitated for a moment, then chased after him.

In the village chief's house, Iraq saw the embarrassed Dingber, who was laughing madly on the edge of the bed, his hair hanging down on his chest, and people couldn't help but feel a chill at it.

Iraq felt a little bitter in his heart, after all, this old man had saved himself, and now that he had become like this, he couldn't help much.

Yan Yuan felt Iraq's gaze and sighed lightly: "I sent someone to take Ding Bo over." ”

"What the hell is wrong with him?"

"You'll know. A hint of bitterness flashed across Yan Yuan's face, and he handed Iraq several pieces of yellow paper with strange characters written on them.

"At this time, you must not let the villagers know, and you must help you to put these charms around the house in case of accidents. ”

"Leave this matter to me, don't worry. Iraq nodded.

"I'll treat Dingbo now, you go and put the talisman. When Iraq heard Yan Yuan say this, he walked out with a charm.

After pasting the charm, Iraq returned to the house, but saw several white lights in the house, Iraq did not know what was happening, and quietly watched all this.

Suddenly, a thick white fog spread in front of his eyes, everything in the house became blurred, and Iraq faintly heard the cry of a child in the distance, which was the only thing Iraq could perceive in the emptiness.

Ignorantly, Iraq slowly approached the cry step by step. Through the thick fog, Iraq saw a boy grow up with the passing of the clouds, and he became powerful and handsome. One beautiful girl after another expressed his admiration, but he rejected them all.

"I have to find a woman I like. "It was the man's voice.

One day, a sudden fire burned the boy's home to nothing, and even burned his parents to death. The boy stood in front of the fire and wailed.

Not far away, the whispers of villagers could be heard.

"Hey, what a poor boy. ”

"Don't go over, that kid is an ominous person, otherwise why would there be a fire in the house all of a sudden. From now on, everyone should stay away from him. ”

"Don't talk about it, let's disperse. ”

When the boy heard those words, his face became more and more pale, and his fists were clenched tightly.

However, a voice broke these things.

"Are you okay?"

The boy looked up to be a beautiful girl, and the girl leaned gently beside the boy, so gentle against the backdrop of the fire.

Slowly, the two got married, had children, and life began to be happy and sweet.

The image in the thick fog slowly faded away, but on the other side of the darkness a terrible cry was heard, and Iraq looked back.

Iraq saw the boy hiding in a corner, watching his wife sacrifice their children to demons. The child was eaten by the demon one by one, drenched in blood and miserable.

The pain and despair piled up in the boy's body, and Iraq could almost feel that powerful and strange force, suppressing everything around him. The boy's eyes became more and more hideous.

Slowly, the boy became middle-aged, old, and the one who appeared in front of Iraq's eyes was Dingbo.

In a flash, Iraq was in the house again, and everything looked like a dream.

Iraq walked into the house, looked at the painful Dingbo, calmed down his nervousness, and found that Yan Yuan was no longer in the house at some point. The house was as usual.

So Iraq walked out of the house, and a cold wind hit him, which made him sober up a lot.

"What you see is not what he experienced. ”

Iraq turned around but found Yan Yuan.

"What do you mean?

"In the real story, there are no fathers and mothers, no weird tragedies, no gossip, no children. Ding Bo and Ding Po are both orphans who grew up with the help of the villagers. It's a childhood sweetheart, and when he reaches adulthood, he gets married naturally, and everything is plain and happy, until you see, Ding Bo killed Ding Po. ”

"In other words, what I saw just now are Ding Bo's memories, and Ding Bo's memories are all fake, he was originally sick, a sheep is crazy? No, he is mentally ill!" Iraq analyzed according to Yan Yuan's words.

"Someone deliberately forged it and put it in Dingbo's memory. Yan Yuan realized that he might have said too much, and was silent for a while before he said again: "I have washed away all his memories, I hope he won't be too painful, and you ......"

He turned his head to look at Iraq, and was about to speak, but he was slammed open, and Dingber had already rushed out of the room.

"No, stop him. ”

Before Iraq could make a move, Dingber had already hit his head against the wall, and blood flowed all over the ground, staining Dingbo's clothes red.

Iraq crouched beside Timber.

"I'm sorry ......"

Other than that, Iraq didn't know what else to say, he picked up Dingber and walked to an open place, and with a slight force, the ground made a deep pit, he put Dingbo in it, and with a wave of his hand, the earth was buried.

Yan Yuan on the side walked over and sighed: "Ask what the situation in the world is, and teach people to live and die." ”

"Damn, it's all this time, you still drag the words, do you still have some sympathy. ”

Yan Yuan ignored him, pointed to the entrance of the village, and said, "Follow this road all the way, you can get out of the village, don't come again, there is nothing you miss here." ”

Iraq wanted to ask something, but when he saw that Yan Yuan had already turned around and returned to the house, he shook his head, turned around and walked towards the entrance of the village.

"Stop, do you really think you can go like this?"

Iraq turned back, but saw Amo. Iraq was in a bad mood, too many things happened on this day, I feel a headache when I think about it, and I feel very unhappy when I see this kid again at this moment.

"Since I came to Ding Bo's house, you have been entangled, and now I think about it, is Ding Bo's death related to you?"

"Don't talk to me about those useless things, I'm going to kill you today. ”

After that, the two awkwardly fought together. To say that this Amo's martial arts are not very high, but he is nimble, jumping up and down, so that Iraq can't catch him for a while. It's just that he can't get any good with that. Under the continuous fighting, Ah Mo has become more and more powerless.

Iraq wanted to stop in moderation, but he didn't expect this kid to be blindly brave and ruthless, desperately entangled, and Iraq's anger gradually ignited.

In an open space, Iraq flew up and kicked the big knife in Amo's hand, knocking him to the ground with one palm.

Ah Mo coughed dryly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

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