Back to the world, you human trafficker are dead

"Hehe, the woman Uncle De gave me as a reward today is so beautiful." Zhou Dagang looked at the woman he brought back in his illusion and kept swallowing his saliva.

Zhang Hui, who was watching coldly, frowned when he heard this. What the hell, this guy’s brain is full of garbage.

Before she returned to the house, the behaviors of the people in the formation changed again: Mrs. Zhou held the wood for cooking in her arms as if she was holding a child, with a loving look on her face, rocking the child from side to side, as if she was coaxing the child to sleep, and her eyes were as gentle as a pool of spring water.

Most of the men in the group who came to cause trouble were lying on the snow like old men, with their legs crossed as if they were lying in their own beds, holding invisible pipes in their hands, puffing the air, and they looked so enjoyable in that posture.

There are also a few women, who should be related to Li Chengcai's family. Look, they are still serving men in the dream, one by one, some wash the air with their hands, some cook air meals, and some even take off their clothes. I don't know what they want to do...

Er... take off clothes? Zhang Hui felt that it was too much for his eyes, so he stretched out his hand and made hand gestures, put the clothes on her, and turned around to go into the house.

I tore off the invisibility charm on my mother's body. The next second, a pair of slightly cloudy eyes slowly opened. Their eyes were dull and lifeless. They stared blankly at the empty wall and didn't say a word for a long time.

Zhang Hui breathed a sigh of relief, as the Kailing Liquid was effective for his mother.

In the past, whenever my mother was awake, she would run around the house, her hands moving as if she was trying to fight against something, never stopping.

Even if he was crazy, there was only one deep-rooted thought in his mind, and that was to run, run far away, and escape from this devil's den.

The previous fasting pills could make people feel free from hunger for three to five days, but now all you need to do is give your mother the Kailing Liquid once.

So Zhang Hui took out the Kailing Liquid again, coaxed her to take it, and then picked up the comb with broken teeth to comb her hair, took off her coat, and coaxed her to lie down and rest. The Kailing Liquid was mild in nature and could slowly nourish her severely damaged body.

The sky gradually darkened, and only the snow on the ground reflected a cold and lonely light, which made it seem even colder.

It was probably time for everyone in the yard to rest. Most of them were lying on the snow and sleeping soundly, but there were two people who stood out.

One of them was naturally her good grandmother. She no longer held Mu Tou in her arms, but placed him upright on the ground beside her, patting him gently with her hand. She probably thought that her precious grandson had fallen asleep, so she was still watching over him and didn't dare to sleep.

The other one turned out to be Zhou Dagang, who also didn't sleep. He didn't feel cold in this icy and snowy place. Yes, in this illusion array, he wouldn't feel cold.

He took off all his clothes, leaving only a knot with three or five holes on it. He smiled lewdly, "Hey, don't shout. I'll untie the rope for you right now."

"You can't get out of this deep forest. Now it's snowing heavily. Even if you manage to get out of this yard, there's snow everywhere. You won't be able to find the way out even if you freeze to death."

"If you just listen to me and give me a big fat boy, I will treat you like a fairy."

"Think about it, right? You are the happiest among all the women in your group. Who knows who the other women will be sold to!"

Zhang Hui pursed her lips, recalling what she had heard in front of the main hall when she had just come back. Could it be that these people had kidnapped a lot of women from outside again?

Without further ado, she took out her storage bag, found the truth talisman, and with a wave of her hand, the truth talisman was stuck on Zhou Dagang's forehead, like a frozen zombie.

With this, Zhou Dagang could even tell the story of how he wet the bed when he was five or six years old.

At the same time, a corner of the village became lively.

It was freezing cold and the small village was pitch black. Occasionally, the barking of a dog or two could be heard from far away, making the night even more terrifyingly quiet.

Lights slowly lit up in the darkness. This small village deep in the mountains suddenly came alive. One light, two lights... Every household opened their doors and people came out. They were of different ages, but all men. They came in groups of three or five, and gradually more people came, walking in one direction like a school of fish.

These people slowly filled the entire room. This was the village's ancestral hall. Whenever something big happened in the village, it would be handled in the ancestral hall.

Although there were many people, not many spoke and their voices were barely audible.

Only occasionally can I hear people ask:

"How many goods are you going to get today?"

"I don't have much money, so I should get a few more. I sold them for a lot less last time."

Others said: "Who cares what the mother looks like, as long as she can give birth to a baby."

It sounds like they are doing business, but I don’t know what kind of goods they are talking about?

"Make way... make way, Uncle De is coming." The crowd suddenly became quiet and everyone made way.

From time to time, someone would say hello: "Uncle De, you have worked hard."

"Uncle De, are you tired? Let me pour you a cup of tea." As he spoke, a thin man in his forties with an honest face walked into the ancestral hall.

He glanced at the village chief standing beside him, exchanged a few words in a fake manner, and then slowly spoke under the respectful gazes of everyone: "Business is getting harder and harder now. There is less cargo this time, so I brought back thirteen, eight hundred each. If you want them, pay within three days. If you don't want them, you can't keep them after three days, and they will belong to someone else."

The ancestral hall was quiet for a moment, and then someone asked, "Uncle De, let me see what you look like first. I don't want an ugly one."

As soon as he finished speaking, another young man spoke up, "Uncle De, the price is too expensive, can you lower it?" "Shut up, this is the price, if you think it's too expensive you don't have to." The young man blushed and shut up.

People started talking about it. Some said they couldn’t afford the expensive ones, some said if they were expensive they should buy fewer, and some said they would wait until next time.

After a while, the ancestral hall became quiet. Uncle De's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. He coughed twice and said, "The management outside has become more and more strict in the past two years. Who knows what will happen in the future? Who knows when we will not be able to do anything."

"If it weren't for someone's help this time, we wouldn't have been able to get any of them back. It was five hundred each before, and the extra money this time is to be shared with those who helped. Don't be jealous, that's what they deserve. Otherwise, you won't get a cent at all."

When everyone heard this, someone immediately agreed, "Uncle De, we all listen to you. If it weren't for you leading us to do things, who would know what it feels like to have money?"

"That's right, that's what I mean. Uncle De, whatever you say goes." Seeing everyone say this, Uncle De's expression relaxed and he shouted to the outside of the door, "Bring him in." Upon hearing this, the people in the ancestral hall hurriedly pushed and shoved back a few steps, leaving a vacant position in the middle, and stretched their necks to look outside eagerly.

The heavy door creaked open, and several strong men came in, each carrying a sack on their backs. Soon the empty space was filled, and there were exactly thirteen sacks.

"It's still the same old rules. You pay the money and get the goods. If you don't have money, register first and go back to prepare. It only takes three days. If you are late, we will not wait."

As they were talking, the men carrying the sacks had already untied the sacks, revealing a number of delicate faces from inside the sacks. They turned out to be a dozen girls around twenty years old, all in a coma.

The usually honest farmhands were now in a completely different state. They pointed at the girls and began to comment on their looks.