"Bell!

"Bang bang ......"

The manic gong sounded, waking Sanhezhuang from its sleep.

The quiet village suddenly came alive.

Dogs barked, cats barked, children cried, mothers comforted, men with hunting bows and spears, cursed and poured into the ancestral hall, and then torches lit up the village.

Wang, Han, Liu.

Seeing that the bronze coffin was indeed gone, the patriarchs of the three clans came together with cold faces to discuss how to deal with it.

Now even a three-year-old child knows that the cause of cholera in the mass grave is Wang Zimo.

"Boss of the Wang family, it's all this time, do you still plan to hide it?"

Han Weixin, the patriarch of the Han family, had a bad eye, swept at Wang Ji coldly, and scolded him sharply: "Sanhezhuang suffered this catastrophe because of Wang Mo!

"That's right! The bronze coffin is gone, and the ghosts will come to ask for their lives! Quickly hand over Wang Mo!"

"Hmph, more than ten years ago, I persuaded the Wang family to throw the second child into the well, he was born with the blood well, and he was a ghost turned into a fetus and came to ask for his life!"

"Yes, I forgot about it even if I didn't mention it! The threshold of Lao Wang's family was almost flattened! But he was paranoid and didn't listen!"

"Come to think of it, has the village ever been quiet over the years? ”

Turning over old accounts and revealing scars is what the people in the village are best at.

They always make up unnecessary things where they are not as good as others, or infinitely expand the shortcomings of others to make up for their inferiority complex.

At the same time, they are good at fanning the flames and seeing the facts with blinded eyes, but they are able to unite as never before and stubbornly poke people in the backbone regardless of their past suspicions.

"Say, where is the rebel hidden?"

The wall fell and everyone pushed it.

If you want to add sin, there is no excuse!

Lao Wang's family suddenly became the target of everyone, the villagers, you say a word to me, and there are many people who spit on each other in the accusations, and they forget all about Wang Ji leading everyone to resist the deadlock.

"No need to look for it, I'm here!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Wang Zimo leading a little yellow dog out of the alley in the south.

Just now he stood in the shadow of the corner, and he could see everyone's faces clearly.

In their hearts, everything Da Ji did should be, because the Wang family brought disaster to the villagers and made up for the guilt in their hearts!

Unexpectedly!

I really can't think of it!

It turned out that the grandfather and grandmother who asked for warmth on weekdays and gave him candy were actually like this, and the praise that was sweeter than sweet candied was now a heart-piercing and poking at the backbone.

Who else can be trusted?

Who else is worthy of his trust?

Wang Zimo walked straight to Wang Ji, his face was calm, and he said in a deep voice: "Brother, today I will point out to you that the murderer of Sister Xue Ling!"

The reunion of brothers was very exciting.

Wang Zimo wanted to hang a swing around Daji's neck like he did when he was a child.

However, time flies, and the years go by.

The original crying, noisy and coquettish prince Mo has grown up, and he can't do anything like that again.

After three autumns, the golden cicada has already gone through all the difficulties to break through the hard shell of the cicada turtle, and fly high with wings.

It's just that like the golden cicada, the Wang family was pampered and arrogant back then, but today's brothers are like lying on a tree and making noise, and they have already been pointed out by thousands of people.

"Wang!"

This puppy is called Rhubarb, which is a gift from the second uncle to Wang Ji and Han Xueling when they got married.

As soon as he approached the crowd, Rhubarb was extremely cowardly with his tail between his legs, then shrugged his nose, whined in a low voice, and finally suddenly barked at the crowd with his teeth bared!

"Huangkou child, Hugh has to talk nonsense!"

People are not angry and arrogant when they are middle-aged, Han Weixin's eyes are cold, and the nasolabial folds tremble at the corners of his lips, making him look even more majestic.

He took a deep breath and continued: "Lingling was mutilated and died by the zombie, and the bones are not cold, how can you talk nonsense! Now that the zombie has returned, the more important thing is to discuss the countermeasures! Wang Ji! You tell everyone, what is the entanglement between Wang Mo and the mass grave?"

Wang Ji stared at his own brother in surprise, he tried to persuade him, but he still couldn't persuade him. This time, Wang Zimo not only came back, but also uncovered the pain that had been blocking his chest!

"No!"

"Who is it?"

Wang Ji's straight spine was like a heavy blow, he hunched his back, grabbed Wang Zimo's shoulders hard, and stared at those firm eyes incoherently.

"You, don't you confess quickly!"

Seeing that Wang Wei completely ignored himself, Han Weixin was extremely displeased.

He pointed at Wang Ji's trembling fingers, and tapped a few times before he turned to the Wang family patriarch and pouted: "This is the good clan you disciplined, ignoring the safety of the big guys?"

The villagers' eyes were instantly drawn to the two brothers.

The head of the Wang family is Wang Zimo's third uncle, Wang Hanjiang. In front of everyone's mouths, he suddenly felt that his face was hot, and he walked quickly to Wang Ji, pointed at the prince and spat everywhere, and was furious: "Tell me quickly!

Wang Ji clenched his fists, like a crazy leopard, holding back the anger in his chest, gritting his teeth and squinting his eyes, turning around and sweeping over everyone one by one, taking in all kinds of faces.

"Who is it?"

"Tell me quickly, what kind of entanglement does Wang Mo have with the mass grave?"

Wang Hanjiang's voice was trembling, and he raised his hand and threw out a big slap. He didn't know the attitude of the mass grave towards Wang Zimo now, if he didn't care whether he was dead or alive, he would definitely catch Wang Zimo and sacrifice him immediately.

"Who is it?"

Wang Ji is a strong seed, and Wang Zimo knows this deeply.

Once he recognizes something, even if the sky falls, he will wait by the side.

Seeing five finger prints jumping quickly on his brother's face, Wang Zimo's heart suddenly felt like a knife, the green tendons in his right hand burst out, and he grabbed the black iron rod vigorously, gritted his teeth and glared at Wang Hanjiang, and the "gurgling" of the back tooth groove was loud.

"Dare to stare at me!

Wang Hanjiang was silently glared at by the prince, he has always been highly respected in the Wang family, where has he ever been so confronted by a wild child?

Angry and anxious like two poisonous snakes wrapped around his neck, Wang Hanjiang turned around and wanted to shave Wang Zimo's ears, but Wang Zimo was dragged to his side by Wang Ji and protected into his arms.

Wang Yi wanted to control his emotions and tried to tell himself to be calm and restrained.

He wanted to tell Wang Zimo that with his brother by his side, don't be afraid, and tell everything he knows. But when the words came to his lips, he was overwhelmed by anger, "Wang Zimo, who is it?"

"Rhubarb bites a lot?"

The prince said softly.

Wang Jidao's eyebrows suddenly stretched, and he suddenly woke up. The bloodshot eyes showed a look of disbelief, and he shook his head sharply to look at the figure of the sharp-beaked monkey standing under the big locust tree.

"Is that you?"

Seeing that Wang Ji's gaze was locked on the thin monkey, Wang Zimo stopped saying something and looked at Han Weixin, the head of the Han family.

That's right, Han Weixin was also staring at him, and angry flames jumped out of his eyes.

He thought the same as Wang Hanjiang, if he didn't care about life or death in the mass grave, he would definitely cut this prince Mo, who didn't know the height of the sky, deserved death, and killed his second son.

Facing the fierce eyes of the Han family's patriarch, Wang Zimo was not afraid at all.

He strode to the center of the crowd and said crisply: "It was Sister Xue Ling who was killed by the thin monkey, and the Han family had a bad relationship with the Wang family." It was Han Tianyu who took the lead that day, if I don't fight back, the person who was pierced in the chest would be me!"

"Nonsense!"

"Tell the truth!"

Skinny Monkey and Han Tianhong spoke in unison. The two glanced at each other, Han Tianhong jumped up, and made the thin monkey stop talking with a threatening look, and took the lead in saying: "He is dead, don't believe his words! That day, I obviously saw him knock his own brother down and attack me, so Tianyu will make a move!"

"I can prove that what Brother Tianhong said is true!"

"Yes! I saw with my own eyes that Wang Zimo knocked Brother Tianhong down! I can also testify!"

"And me!"

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