Back to the world, you human trafficker are dead

It has to be said that unknown things bring endless imagination to people. The more they think about it, the more scared they become. The more scared they become, the more they think about it. In this empty yard, people are sweating profusely, the kind that even the northwest wind can't dry up.

"Okay, everyone stop talking. Listen to me..." Uncle De is Uncle De after all. He waved his hand, and everyone's voices immediately became quieter. Everyone stared at him intently, wanting to hear an answer from him that would reassure them.

"From yesterday to today, that thing hasn't killed anyone. It's either just teasing us, or we're all together and have strong yang energy, so it can't do anything to us."

"Everyone think about it, isn't it? Go back. Don't go out unless you have something to do. If you must go out, go together. Don't be alone."

After everyone discussed it, they felt that Uncle De was right. It seemed to be the case. There was nothing to do in winter anyway, so everyone just stayed at home.

People left in twos and threes. They had to go home and stay indoors, not going out even if anyone called them.

The village chief did not leave. He knew that Uncle De would have something to say. As expected, after everyone left, Uncle De tapped his pipe and said to him, "This thing came from a strange place. We have been doing this deadly job for nearly 20 years."

"No matter whether it's in the village or outside, nothing happened. Can you count the number of women who died in our village?"

Yes, over the years, there have been so many people who died of hot tempers because of refusing to be humiliated, died of illness, died of torture, went mad and drowned in the river, were eaten by wolves when trying to escape, and died in childbirth. Nothing happened, so how come they have caused such a disaster now?

The two of them fell silent at the same time. How to solve the problem? They couldn't just let them quit their business and wait for the worst.

The strange things that happened one after another in the village made the villagers, who had done a lot of bad things, panic-stricken and unable to live in peace all day long.

After tracking them outside for a long time without any results, several people who were frozen into popsicles came back. As soon as they arrived at the village entrance, they realized something was wrong.

The village is so quiet. On weekdays, the children love playing in the snow. You throw me a snowball and I make a few snowballs and throw them back. It is always noisy.

Something was wrong. Without thinking too much, Shuanzi took Mazi and Zhuzi and rushed to Uncle De's house.

After hearing Shuanzi's reply, Uncle De took a deep breath and repeated his instructions to the villagers.

Shuanzi was horrified and nodded in agreement and went home with the other two.

Before I even got close to the door, I heard a painful groan from the next door. It sounded familiar. What happened?

Shuanzi looked up and saw that it was Gousheng's family. This guy was always smiling and frivolous, looking like a good person, but in fact he was the most cruel.

The women he got were rarely in good condition, all covered in wounds and blood. What happened to him? His parents were reluctant to touch him, as he was the only child in the family.

Shuanzi waved his hand to let Mazi and Zhuzi go home first, and he strode into Gousheng's yard.

When he saw Gousheng, Shuanzi was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. Gousheng's mother was sobbing beside him, and Gousheng's father was holding a pipe in his hand, looking sad as if his child had died.

Gousheng was lying on the bed, his face pale as paper. This... is he gone? Shuanzi guessed.

Seeing Shuanzi coming into the house, Gousheng's father sighed: It's over, it's all over! His Du family has no descendants!

Earlier, Gousheng ran back from the ancestral hall naked, with blood gushing out of his lower body. He fell asleep as soon as he entered the house. No matter how he and his mother called him, he would not wake up, so they had to bandage his wounds in the hope of a lucky fulfilment.

When Gousheng woke up, he felt uncomfortable all over, as if he was sore after a day's work, and the most painful part was his big baby.

He panicked and checked quickly. It seemed that he had rubbed something and the skin was broken, red and swollen, which was very painful.

There was no painkiller, so he couldn't help whining and cursing his mother in his heart.

"Shuanzi, you're back. Did you catch those women?"

Shuanzi was shocked when he saw him suddenly open his eyes. He was not dead. Damn it, he got so scared.

He curled his lips and said, "Don't mention it. I don't know where those women are hiding. We ran for so long in vain and froze to death."

Gou Sheng said vaguely: "Do you think the ghost hid them?"

"Who knows? You are..." Shuanzi asked curiously. Gousheng's face turned even paler. "I don't know. I went to the ancestral hall with Uncle De this morning. I don't know what I did inside, and I don't know when I came back."

"Then what do you know?" Shuanzi asked unhappily.

"I just fucking feel pain! My big baby feels pain! It fucking hurts so much!" As he said this, tears came out.

When Gousheng's mother heard this, she started crying again, babbling, as if a drama had reached its most exciting moment.

The high and low cries of the mother and son in the room echoed in unison, perfectly coordinated, like a 3D surround sound.

After hearing this, Shuanzi felt a chill in his crotch, his heart was colder than snow. He forced a smile and said, "Well, you should take good care of your injury, maybe it will heal in a few days."

Gousheng's father sighed and sent him away. Shuanzi ran out of the door as if he was chased by a dog, and rushed back to his home. He secretly vowed to never go out again. Oh my god, it was so scary.

There is a rumor circulating in the village that there is a ghost fairy who has taken a fancy to those women. Didn’t he hide them? No one can find them.

Anyone who has any idea about them will be severely punished. That person...Does the old Du family dog ​​know? He is useless! And that person, Sandanzi, has a swollen mouth like a sausage for no reason...

The men in every household were so frightened that they even stopped beating and scolding their own women. The women secretly hoped that there really was a ghost or a fairy to help them escape from their suffering.

Zhang Hui strolled around expressionlessly, turning a deaf ear to the rumors. She would leave sooner or later, and it would be best if she could scare off these people who were evil to the core.

But she didn't believe that these people would put down their butcher knives and become Buddhas. So before leaving, she reported the problem to the police.

If she hadn't been restricted by the rules of this world and hadn't been taught by her mother, and hadn't had a bit of rationality in her heart, she would have sent them on their way long ago.

The vicious mother and son of the old Zhou family are still alive, and the mother is still the same. It seems that the effect of the spiritual liquid is not enough to restore her sanity. Her illness is much more serious than she expected.

She took out the spirit-opening liquid again and asked her mother to take it to ensure that her condition would not worsen. She suddenly remembered the sound transmission crane in her storage bag, which she had forgotten to open because she was so busy.

The small paper crane stood in her tender palm. She made hand gestures with her right hand and muttered something. The paper crane flapped its wings and opened its cute little pointed mouth as if in response.

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