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Chapter 153 The Girl Sold to the Mountains 8
As Zhang Mazi walked along the dark road, he kept muttering to himself.

"Why didn't that bastard Zhang Jiande pick a wife like Zhang Shoucheng's back then? Was it because I didn't give him enough money? Or was that simpleton Zhang Shoucheng just luckier?"
If all women were like Zhang Shoucheng's wife, obedient, quiet, and helpful with chores, I would be overjoyed!

Zhang Mazi rode his bicycle, muttering to himself all the way into the village.

After riding for a while, he caught a glimpse of what looked like a white shadow on his left.

Zhang Mazi subconsciously looked to his left, but saw nothing in the sparse moonlight.

He rubbed his eyes, thinking he might be seeing things.

Suddenly, a woman's laughter rang out behind him.

The voice was a mix of laughter and sobbing, and in the pitch-black night, it sounded rather eerie.

The sound was so eerie that Zhang Mazi suddenly recalled all sorts of ghost stories he had ever seen, and he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine and his hair stand on end.

He stopped, bracing himself on one leg with the bicycle, his body trembling slightly.

The faint laughter grew closer and closer. Zhang Mazi closed his eyes, and after a while, he opened them again, then suddenly turned his head to look behind him.

There was nothing behind it—no white shadow, no woman, no ghost.

Zhang Mazi let out a long sigh of relief.

You're just scaring yourself. You've been on this road for over twenty years, how could there be any problems?
However, the moment he turned his head, a ghostly face suddenly appeared, only inches away from him.

His face was deathly pale, with dark circles under his eyes and black lips.

Zhang Mazi was so frightened that his face turned deathly pale in an instant, almost as pale as the "female ghost" in front of him.

He let out a howl that was stuck in his throat, and before he could even let it out, his eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground along with his bicycle.

He fell in a bad spot, tumbling straight down to the roadside and landing in a field.

"So easily startled? What a waste of all that foundation I used."

Because he was so terrified that he completely lost consciousness, Zhang Mazi didn't hear the "female ghost's" complaints at all.

That night, many strange things happened in Huabao Village.

Someone got up to use the toilet in the middle of the night and saw a strange white shadow in the yard.

Someone was awakened by the soft sobbing outside the window, and only then did they realize that they were on the second floor.

Someone heard knocking on the window and assumed it was just a loose window. As they rubbed their eyes to close the window, they saw several clusters of fluorescent green will-o'-the-wisps floating outside.

This was destined to be a night that would leave a deep impression on all the villagers of Huabao Village.

The next morning, most people got up very early.

Some of them, after waking up, sat on their beds and quietly pondered whether last night was an illusion or a dream.
But soon, some strange phenomena occurring in their home forced them to believe that strange things were indeed happening in the village.

Many people's bowls were smashed to pieces, yet they didn't hear any unusual noises in the middle of the night.

When the lid of the water vat in the yard was opened, the water inside was red and smelled of blood.

Many people's chickens and ducks in their farmhouses have died in large numbers, and some people's pigs have also died.

The pond was teeming with fish, their white bellies turned up.

Huabao Village was stunned, the whole village was in an uproar, and almost all the villagers screamed to varying degrees that morning.

Huabao Village currently has more than 80 households. Some are only elderly people living alone, some are single men, and some are families with several members. Roughly speaking, there are more than 300 people in the village.

The whole village was in an uproar, and there was no peace at all.

Zhang Mazi's family rushed out in a panic, looking for Zhang Mazi, but found an unconscious man in a field.

The villagers helped drag Zhang Mazi out of the dirty field, trying to wake him up and find out what had happened.

However, they discovered that Zhang Mazi had hit his head on a large rock and was already acting strangely.

His newly acquired, large, fat wife immediately burst into tears, sitting on the ground wailing. She either cried out, "What a terrible thing! What a terrible thing!" or "There's a ghost! There's a ghost!"

The villagers couldn't understand why all these things happened in one night; it was too strange.

Given their intelligence and level of education, they can only gravitate towards the realm of ghosts and monsters.

Some people who understood a little went to the homes of the people who had suffered the most severe persecution to check on the deaths of their livestock.

Chickens and ducks in the farmhouse were dying in droves, and pigs were also collapsing in the pigpen, with blood foam around their mouths and buttocks.

"Has someone poisoned us?"

When someone raised this point, the affected villagers roared, "Who? Who poisoned them? Which bastard stepped forward! I'll skin you alive!"

The person who had previously suggested going to check it out suggested again, "Why don't you report it to the police and have them come and take a look?"

Most of the villagers looked at each other in bewilderment, and the few who had been shouting the loudest immediately shut up.

They wouldn't dare call the police; there were so many trafficked women in this village. If we're talking about crimes, most of them would be implicated.

Because of their lack of education, they have an extreme lack of legal knowledge.

These villagers were simply unwilling to contact the relevant people, so they didn't even know the common sense that if livestock were suspected of being poisoned, they should report it to the police. They thought it might involve the trafficking of women.

Simply howling and cursing wouldn't solve the problem. After calming down a bit, someone suggested that they find a witch to drive away the demons and monsters.

The person who made this suggestion was named Zhang Jianqiang.

Zhang Jianqiang is the village head of Huabao Village. The saying "If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked" perfectly describes Zhang Jianqiang, the village head of Huabao Village.

He is 65 years old this year and is one of the earliest men in Huabao Village to buy wives. The women he bought bore him three daughters and one son.

All three daughters ran away, unwilling to stay in the village, leaving only one son to stay with him.

Three years ago, my son also bought a wife.

Zhang Jianqiang's family was one of the villagers who suffered the greatest losses.

“Yes, I agree with Grandpa Jianqiang’s suggestion.” The first person to raise his hand in agreement was named Zhang Daliu.

Zhang Daliu is 38 years old this year. He is lazy, good-for-nothing, and uneducated. His parents bought him a wife when he was in his twenties.

The woman initially resisted fiercely, but Zhang Daliu beat her up until she finally calmed down.

After that, Zhang Daliu would beat the woman whenever things didn't go his way. One day, he hit her too hard and made her lose her mind. Later, the woman became mentally unstable and accidentally fell into a small pond and drowned.

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