At the beginning of the lunar month, the snow was falling heavily, and the biting cold wind was blowing like a ghost crying god.

There are only three or three people walking on the streets of the chaotic city, and there are not many horse-drawn carriages moving, which seems to be a desolate city, but everyone is crowded in the big tea shop to warm up and listen to books.

Suddenly, there was a "snap-" sound, and the sound of the wooden case in the tea shop broke the coldness in the wind and snow.

Then, the voice of the storyteller came from inside: "Today, I want to tell you the story of a wicked man. Before I do that, I would like to ask you who is the greatest villain in the world today. ”

The people listening to the book invariably remembered a person, and someone immediately shouted: "Hua Sitong." ”

"Yes, this person is the city lord of the deserted city, Hua Sitong." When the storyteller talked about Hua Sitong, his face showed unconcealed anger, and his passionate tone aroused everyone's emotions: "This woman is just the age of Hua Xin, but she has done all the bad things, the crimes are innumerable, and even the loss of conscience is outrageous. ”

When it comes to Hua Sitong, everyone doesn't hear Mr. Storyteller talk about books anymore, and they talk to the people around them about Hua Sitong, a vicious woman.

"I heard that Hua Sitong has been vicious since she was a child, and in order to get the position of city lord, she did not hesitate to kill her half-sisters, and her two younger sisters and two younger brothers died at her hands."

Not only did her younger brothers and sisters die at her hands, but even the maidservants and servants in the city lord's mansion were tortured to death by her. The people in the city often see the corpses being carried out of the house and thrown into the mass graves, everyone's death is terrible, the hands and feet are cut off, most of the corpses are disemboweled, the means are extremely cruel, everyone says that this is done by Hua Sitong. ”

"The maidservants and servants of the city lord's mansion have already calculated their fate, and at least they will be fed and clothed before they die. Poor people in the deserted city, they don't have enough to eat all the year round, they tighten their belts every day to beg for a living, and their lives are hard enough, but Hua Sitong still doesn't forget to exploit the only food in their hands, so that many people starve to death. Babies who starved to death within a few days of birth are even more pitiful, they are just newborn children, what's wrong? Why do this to them? ”

"She's done much more than that." When a guest said this, his expression was sad and angry, and he was even so excited that his eyes turned red: "Hua Sitong is a wicked woman who is not even as good as a beast." ”

Someone slapped the table angrily: "She's a poisonous woman." ”

"Not only a poisonous woman, but also a big devil, I want to wish her a good death."

"Yes, I wish her a good death." The more everyone scolded, the more excited they became: "If Hua Sitong doesn't die, heaven will not tolerate it." ”

The storyteller raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet: "Everyone be quiet, please listen to the old man." ”

Everyone gradually stopped scolding and looked at the storyteller.

Mr. Storyteller coughed lightly: "Actually, the big devil we are talking about, Hua Sitong, was abolished and cultivated by her own sister Hua Siyue a month ago, and hung outside the gate of the deserted city. The people of the deserted city had to whip her once a day and spit out a mouthful of saliva before they could enter or leave the deserted city. At that time, the people of the deserted city were lining up to whip her. However, the big devil became an ordinary person because of the loss of cultivation, and he lost his breath after not lasting three days. At that time, she was beaten to the point that her skin was shaking, and there was no part of her body intact, and part of her hair was torn off with her scalp. But everyone was still unwilling to let her go, and finally took her body to feed the wild dogs who had been hungry for several days and nights, and it can be said that she did not even have a place to bury after her death. ”

"Good, good death."

As if Mr. Storyteller had killed the big devil, everyone applauded and threw copper plates to reward.

The storyteller smiled from ear to ear, and if he only said a few words today, he would have to reward several times more than before, if only he had so much money every day.

At this moment, someone suddenly sneered: "It seems that you once saw the scene of Hua Sitong's body being fed to a dog." ”

Mr. Storyteller smiled stiffly, and looked sideways at the little girl sitting on the fence, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with yellow hair, bloodless complexion, and eyes that looked large and protruding because of the thinness of her sunken cheeks, and bloodshot whites of her eyes, and her shabby and heavy dress that still could not hide her skinny petite body. At this point, her face was full of mockery.

He said angrily: "Hua Sitong, it's you again." ”

"What? Hanajitong? Hana Sitong is here? Everyone was shocked, as if they had seen a ghost and ran out of the tea shop as if they were running for their lives: "The big devil is coming, the big devil is coming." ”

Although everyone was full of righteous indignation and fought for the people of the deserted city before, the notoriety of the big devil has long been spread far and wide, and even if he is dead, it is still terrifying. So everyone just dares to scold in the tea shop or in private, if they really want to go outside, they don't even dare to let out a fart.

The storyteller shouted to the guests who were scared away: "Don't run, everyone, although the name of the person I just called is also called Hua Sitong, but it is not the big devil we said." The person I called just happened to have the same name and surname as the big devil, so don't be afraid. Hey, come back soon, you haven't paid for the tea yet. ”

It was full of friends before, and in the blink of an eye, everyone ran out, and the tea shop became deserted.

The storyteller turned his head angrily and yelled at the little girl: "Hua Sitong, I kindly didn't charge you money to let you listen to books here, but you made trouble for me, do you want to come here to listen to books in the future?" ”

In the past few days, the dead girl interrupted him twice three times and said that the book had attracted the dissatisfaction of the guests. Today is even more excessive, the guest didn't even pay for the tea... Scared away by her name.

I was happy that today's guests gave a lot of rewards, but now I may have to lose money on tea.

It's really annoying to him.

"Yes." Hua Sitong played with the dirty cloth strip in his hand, and said lazily: "But I don't like to listen to your adaptation of the story, so I can't help but interrupt you to continue." ”

Mr. Storyteller angrily asked, "When did I adapt the story?" ”

Hana Sitong was silent.

Mr. Storyteller remembered the first thing she had said: "Isn't the body of the Great Devil fed to the dogs?" I have heard this from the people of the deserted city, and there is no way I am wrong. If the body of the big devil is not fed to the dogs, then where did her body go? ”

Hua Sitong paused, looked at his left hand wrapped in dirty cloth strips, as if he saw two hands covered with mud and blood, and asked softly: "If I say that her sworn enemy specially ran to the deserted city to collect her body, and buried her in a beautiful place, do you believe it?" ”