"Brother Dao Chief, the time for replacement has come."

In the sedan chair, Mu Jing said in a low voice: "Those two people have returned to normal." ”

"I remember you were Sequence A, and your branding CD was twenty minutes."

Song Jingyun was busy pulling off all the gold threads of the wedding dress on her body, and put it away, and thought about it after hearing this:

"It's ok, it's not that long. What's more, Quan Heng said that she has a way. ”

"Good ......," Mu Jing said, "Sister is chatting with the bride who was originally sitting on this sedan chair, right?" The bride's sister looked surprised when she first saw her sister. ”

"Can you not be surprised?" Song Jingyun's family lived in a melon field, raised his eyebrows and nodded, "That bride is the youngest generation in the Mu family's compound, the granddaughter of the old lady you know." ”

"How can they even bully their own children!" Mu Jing wilted again after speaking, "...... It seems like this. ”

Song Jingyun said "hi", took out the small bag on the side of the sedan chair, and stuffed melon seeds and peanuts into Mu Jing's hand.

"I don't understand my doubts, I get my doubts; I don't cultivate fate, fate is self-round; I don't participate in the Tao, the Tao comes from itself. There is no reason in life and there is no demand, and there is no need in life...... I know you don't understand, I'll give you a culture. ”

Mu Jing: "......"

"To put it simply, since it's not good for you, I don't want them, and you now have a family of your own choosing. When I sell the gold thread, I'll buy you sugar gourds to eat. ”

"Brother Dao Elder, are you poor?" Mu Jing was puzzled, "I asked Brother Xiaoting, and he said that as long as you have real skills, you can make money, don't you have the ability?" ”

“…… Your mouth is really red when you are close to Zhu, and black when you are close to Heng," Song Jingyun said sadly, "Look how good I speak, why don't you learn from me?" ”

Mu Jing: "............"

"But the poor Taoist poor Taoist, although I can sell a talisman for eighty-eight thousand, I am also very capable, but the view also uses money everywhere, most of our views are children, all orphans, I am the elder brother of this generation, I have to carry things!"

Song Jingyun paused and said, "As for the money in the game, I didn't plan to use it on me. ”

Mu Jing wanted to ask again, but Song Jingyun had already started haha: "Don't worry about Quan Heng, I see that she cares about the old, weak, sick and disabled, and now I don't know how to comfort that little girl." ”

……

"Sister, it's Xitang ahead, you can run now."

The little girl clenched Quan Heng's sleeve tightly and begged: "My sister can fight against those 'exterminators', and she must have the ability to run away - I don't ask you to help us, and our lives don't make sense for you to bear." ”

The little girl wiped away her tears as she spoke, and smiled with red eyes: "As long as you get out of this town well, you will definitely be more successful than those arrogant men, and you will definitely be able to break through the dirt and become the dragon and phoenix of men—I thought so when I first saw you." ”

Quan Heng lowered his eyes to look at her, and suddenly asked softly, "Do you have any wishes?" ”

The little girl was stunned, her dark eyes were blank for a moment, and then she gradually rose longing: "I think, I want to go outside and see." Like men, do things equally and work your own. ”

"I don't want to live like a with no dignity, or a sow that only gives birth."

The little girl smiled reluctantly:

"Sister, don't you know, the women here are not dignified, and even more so when they get married, they have to be beaten and scolded, and they are not qualified to eat at the table if they work all day, because they will be considered lazy and useless when they do things.

"When I was a child, there was a couple in the town, and they were kidnapped while they were out, and the husband pushed his wife to the robbers to protect himself, and then the wife came back alive and got pregnant and gave birth to a little boy."

"Instead of blaming the cowardly husband, they drove the girl to death, thinking that she was unkeeping, unclean and ignorant, and that she was disloyal if she was not a chaste martyr, and that she had to come back alive, and why did she die when she was not humiliated?"

"What did I do wrong?! The most wrong thing you think is that I'm a woman! It's not my sin, it's your sin! It is the sin of this world!"

The woman's scream shook the stick-wielding townsfolk around her, trapped in the "circle", her hair disheveled, her eyes burning with rage, like a wolf at the end of her journey.

She was caught in the middle of the crowd and watched the woman laugh and stand up, tears streaming down her lines as she closed her eyes.

"This is my body, my fate, but it is not in my hands - I have no fault, I came to this world innocently, and I left innocently!"

Like a butterfly left in early winter, the woman rushed through the crowd and threw herself into the sharp bamboo tube used to catch the rain, and the blood stained the earth red in the early snow.

The sadness and courage of the end pierced the body and soul, and deeply shook the girl's young heart.

As the little girl spoke, tears fell:

"She committed suicide, and her husband gave her a the next day, bought a new girl, and she is still a college student who has not graduated!"

"Sister, I don't understand, why are we always the ones who get hurt? The cowardly husband will not feel guilty for not protecting his wife, but blame his wife for not protecting his innocence, why does a woman have to die if she is forced to lose her body, and why does the victim have to prove herself? ”

"And that little boy, he only lived to be twelve years old, but in the past twelve years he has been bullied, and he has already tacitly acknowledged that he should be bullied, but the people in the village bullied him not because of any virtue and righteousness, but because he got the pleasure of being high by beating and scolding him, he was just a child born to a poor woman who was violated, and they were just the weak and wielding a knife at the weaker."

"In this world, can't the weak live? What we are! Is our life the cost of their enjoyment? Is it a consumable? ”

Cost......

Supplies......

"Don't cry, we're not at fault." Kwon Heng helped the girl pull the hanging hair behind her ears, "I'll settle this matter, and we'll all get out well." ”

As she spoke, the sedan chair under her seat suddenly shook, and the line stopped.

It has only been less than ten minutes, and it is impossible to reach the destination, Quan Heng noticed that something was wrong, and just about to open the curtain was hugged by the little girl's arm, the other party shook his head in fear, and the tears couldn't be stopped.

Kwon Heng gave up watching, clasped his hand and gently patted her back, listening attentively to the movement outside.

On the other side, Song Jingyun, who was eating melon seeds in the sedan chair, was stunned.

"Brother Dao Chang, the sedan chair has stopped."

Mu Jing touched Xiao Liu's head boredly and cheered up, "Have we arrived?" ”

"No," Song Jingyun, who lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, paused slightly, and his tone sank, "We don't." ”

The sedan chair in front of it stopped, and more than fifty meters away, a sedan chair was lifted from the front.

It's just that the color of the sedan chair is too gorgeous, vaguely showing a kind of discordant weirdness, which is even more eerie under the red lantern carried by the kissing team.

The blood light gathered together, swaying with the wind, and the white mist spread in the night—

In the next moment, several white paper figures popped out of the white mist, with only a piece of red silk tied around their waists.

The white mist behind him outlined the outline of the joy hall that became clearer and clearer. The yin wind blew the sedan curtain, and in such a short moment, I saw the bride who was strangled in front of the sedan chair beam, and the embroidered shoes were hanging and swaying.

"Illusion?" Song Jingyun was horrified in his heart, "The resentment on this tomb mountain can already form an illusion......

"Is the illusion a dead person?" Mu Jing asked in a low voice.

"Almost. Illusion is actually a cycle of qi, people are born with souls, and souls give birth to aura, and they will return to the five elements with life and death. If it dies unnaturally, the aura will turn into resentment, and if it gathers too much, it will give birth to evil worship.

"Illusions are one of them, and the trapped souls in the realm will repeat over and over again what they have experienced in life."

Two paper figures reached out to lift the red curtain of the sedan chair and lifted the bride hanging in front of the sedan chair, and the other paper man picked up a scoop of cold water and splashed the fainting bride awake, and the cold water slid down her cheeks over her bruised neck.

She opened her eyes in confusion, only to see several faceless paper figures bent over, red lips, one mouth splitting the white paper in half, and faintly glimpsing the long tongues curled together.

In front of the sedan chair, the two paper figures "looked" at each other, and turned their heads together to drag the wrist-thick hemp rope.

The splashed paper figure threw the bowl and reached out to clamp the bride's hands.

The thick hemp rope choked the woman's breath, making her gasp and unable to cry out, and only pulled the hemp rope in vain, as if she was reaching out to tear the shackles and fate that bind her soul.

The two paper figures dragged her into the hall—

The sky of the tomb mountain is gloomy and starless, the red candle in front of the hall faintly illuminates the gold edge of the word "Xi", and the big red satin is hidden in the illuminated darkness, and everywhere is suffocating to eat people.

There is no high hall, and there is no bridegroom.

Silver silk sewn lips, cinnabar calmed the soul, a collapsed whimper sounded, and blood mixed with cinnabar dripped down.

The bride is dragged and sealed with mahogany nails through her limbs.

The hideous faces of those paper figures in the illusion are clearly visible, extremely ugly and disgusting. They laughed, they cheered, like wild beasts drinking blood, but not for survival, but for the taste of abuse and perversion.

Song Jingyun clenched his fists tightly, his green tendons spread, and he even gritted his teeth sour after watching the whole process.

Mu Jing lowered his head and exclaimed in astonishment: "Brother Dao Chief, you are bleeding!" ”

Song Jingyun suddenly relieved his strength, and when he lowered his eyes, he saw blood stains in his palm.

"Brother Dao Chang...... Are you okay? Mu Jing asked worriedly.

"It's okay," Song Jingyun whispered, put down his hand, and hid it in his wide sleeves, "Don't worry about me." ”

He knew very well what his current state was-

It's anger, it's guilt.