Push that god!

It was already dark, and the mountain road became more and more remote. Tired of walking, the old man Huang sat panting under a big tree with a visible top, leaning on the thick branches to pant, and drank a few sips of water to relieve his fatigue.

Suddenly seeing a blurry figure walking in the distance in front of him, the old man Huang quickly got up, hid behind a tree with a cat waist, his eyes were wide open, and in the dim moonlight, he was surprised to find that the face of the old man Sun appeared and disappeared.

What is he doing here? There is an express regulation in the town that no one is allowed to enter the mountain without the permission of the village chief.

That's why he lied to the housekeeper and sneaked up the mountain by taking the path.

Frowning, looking at the narrow path next to him, there was a gust of mountain wind, and the cold air from the soles of his feet rushed up. The old man Huang spat hard in his heart. Today, he must grab your braid and expose you. The true face of that hypocrite ruined your reputation and restored justice and peace to the town.

Almost unable to hold back his excitement, the gloomy wind blew past, and the stuffy old man Huang shuddered. He breathed lightly, and quietly followed old man Sun from a long distance away.

Unaware of old man Sun ahead, he walked on the muddy mountain road with one foot deep and one foot shallow, turning around and turning, and came to the cemetery with an open field of vision, which looked particularly gloomy under the moonlight.

The old man Huang hid himself in the night, leaned forward, turned his head sideways, looking at the quiet cemetery, and stared at the old man Sun's every move without blinking.

I saw him walking slowly past the overgrown graves one after another, and came to a grave mound located in a remote corner.

Squatting quietly in front of the grave, his men pulled the weeds on the grave vigorously. After a while, he took out a stack of paper money and lit the fire. The smoke was lingering and the paper ash was flying.

The fire was so bright that it made Old Man Sun's face red. Under the bright moonlight, he looked unbearably horrified.

The mountain wind blew, and a stack of paper money was blown into the sky, spinning several times and falling down. From a distance, Old Man Huang could only see Old Man Sun's mouth opening and closing, and something flashed in his eyes that he couldn't figure out. He looked cruel and gloomy.

As time passed by, the old man Huang, who was full of doubts, was a little anxious, but old man Sun squatted there unhurriedly and touched the grave with his hands. dare not move.

I don't know when there was a light rain, and old man Sun finally left.

After confirming that there was no one around, the old man Huang shook his body and walked out, feeling inexplicable pain in his heart. The people buried here were all familiar hometowns in the town. His wife, son, and daughter-in-law were all under two years old. His grandson is also sleeping quietly here, leaving his lonely and helpless self to live in the world in pain.

Tears flowed from the cloudy eyes of the old man Huang, and he pawed the graves of his relatives a few times with his hands. Right now, he has no time to remember his family members, and there are more important things waiting to be verified by himself. It is not in vain that I have worked so hard for so many years.

His eyes swept over the place where the paper money had just been burned. This was the grave of the son and daughter-in-law of Old Sun's family who died unexpectedly. Old Huang and his fellow villagers helped him bury them.

But what the old man cared about was that there was a round shallow mound next to it. The mound was very small. If you didn't look carefully, you could hardly tell that someone was buried here.

The round graves are in the town, which is a symbol of budding flowers. If there is a girl in a family who is not married or dies accidentally at a young age, according to the rules left by the ancestors, the graves are piled up like this.

This tomb does not belong to anyone else, it is the tomb of the gloomy and dead Sun Wenjing.

At this juncture, why did old man Sun come to the mountains to pay homage to his dead son, and why did he leave out his beloved granddaughter alone.

The weather in the mountains is like a baby's face, it changes as it says, and after a while, the drizzle turned into a torrential rain.

The drenched old man Huang felt more and more weird the more he thought about it, he chopped his foot fiercely, and the distorted face of old man Sun flashed in his mind, and he became more determined to unravel the suspicion.

After a moment of silence, he did not stop doing anything. He simply pulled out the hatchet for self-defense from the baggage behind him, and dug up the grave vigorously. A rough coffin was exposed in the black soil. The old man bit the corner of his clothes and lifted the lid of the coffin. , and then the light reflected by the rain, looking over, his face became even uglier. There were only rotten quilts inside the coffin, and when he opened the quilt with a hatchet, he saw several stones of different sizes, all of which were different in size. Small, the weight is not exactly the weight of a person.

The old man Huang's anger soared up, his face turned pale, and his face collapsed tightly. If he didn't understand at this moment, he would be a fool.

It is understood that Sun Wenjing is probably not dead back then, and old man Sun is stealing the day, and I don't know where she hid her.

Thinking of this, the old man trembled all over his body, his eyes were flushed with blood, and the bloody past seemed to appear before his eyes again, and the purgatory-like nightmare tortured the town to the point of emaciation.

His cold body was like falling into an ice cellar, and he was almost unable to stabilize his out-of-control emotions. When he thought of the black hand hiding in the dark, the old man's heart felt as if he was being strangled fiercely. He was distraught, and his eyes were bloodshot.

The old man Huang rubbed his bloodless face vigorously, and roared out uncontrollably: "Ah... ah...", venting the accumulated anger and crying for many years, at the end of shouting, his voice was almost choked, but luckily he was still thinking about it. The old man Sun whose whereabouts are strange, and the missing Sun Wenjing.

After sorting out his emotions, the old man Huang walked out of the deadly cemetery regardless of his body being soaked.

In the depths of the forest, Ni Chao who inexplicably passed away again woke up in a noisy environment.

The abnormally heavy eyes barely opened a gap, the surrounding fire was bright and majestic, like daytime, there were figures coming and going not far away, chatting about something in a hurry.

Ni Chao's Adam's apple rolled up and down quickly, his heartbeat became more and more intense, and his whole body was soaked in sweat, as if he had been fished out of the water.

His lips moved for a while, but he couldn't say a word, his throat was stuck in a panic.

He could feel the pain in his wrist, as if someone had slashed open, blood gushing out from his whole body, the tip of his nose was filled with the smell of rust and blood, and the crisp sound of blood dripping into the porcelain bowl could be faintly heard in his ears.

Fuck, labor and capital were bloodletted alive, next door to Mary, never thought that labor and capital would one day let themselves be mermaids, without the slightest strength to resist.

Ni Chao's eyes were wide-eyed, but he couldn't exert any strength in his body, and his throat couldn't speak for some reason.

He sneered, he also blamed himself for being too credulous for this end, being blindfolded by old man Sun's kind and deceptive appearance.

No one would have imagined that an old man who loves his grandson and loves his grandson has such a vicious heart.

The noise in my ears was getting louder, and someone was shouting angrily: "Burn him to death, burn him to death."

As soon as the words fell, the emotions of the surrounding crowd became more and more high, and he was burned to death with a louder sound, which seemed to explode in his ears, and Ni Chao's head was dizzy from the explosion.

Ni Chao bit the tip of his tongue until the smell of blood filled his mouth. He tried his best to stay awake and struggled to twist his body. His limbs were tightly bound by the rope, but he found that he couldn't break free because the binding was too tight.

All of a sudden, there was silence around my ears, and I didn't know where my head was stuck, I couldn't move, I could only move slightly, but the pain was unbearable, and my scalp seemed to be rubbed off.

Turning his head, he could only see a chubby figure walking to the center of the crowd, as if he had struggled for a long time, and finally said: "Folks, our ancestors went through untold hardships to find this remote and uninhabited island. It is only through hard work that the small town has the scale it is today. Decades ago, the red-eyed little Japanese devils broke into our small island, and the whole town was like a ghost town overnight, and was brutally washed by them. The merciless massacre, folks, can you forget the heinous crimes and atrocities?"

The crowd was furious, scenes flashed in front of the eyes of the elderly people, the folks in the small town were killed wantonly like cats and dogs, the flowery girl was abused and ravaged like livestock, and the village was burned down many places.

"No, I will never forget it until I die, and my children and grandchildren will remember this deep hatred."

The provocative voice continued, and he raised his hand to calm the crowd: "The past will never be obliterated. Our children and grandchildren will remember this bloody feud, and one day it will be repaid thousands of times. Come."

"If it weren't for Sun Jun's father, Sun Tuzi, the ancestors who led us to the dead end took up arms, fought bloody battles, resisted atrocities, suppressed and killed the little devils, and our descendants would not have a peaceful life today. "

Holy crap, hearing this, Ni Chao has a bad premonition, Madam, this old bastard is uneasy and kind, and he definitely wants to take the account of the short-boobed Japanese pirates on himself.

Nima, Zhang Guan Li Dai is too obvious.

The yelling became louder and louder, mixed with the cries of women, the man's voice became fierce, and he walked to Ni Chao's side, Ni Chao's face was pale, his brows were tightly knit together, but he had no strength to resist, and argued .

The man slapped his face hard, Ni Chao was so painful that he almost bit the tip of his tongue, his eyes fixed on the man, to be exact, he was a fat old man, his eyes were so crowded that he could hardly see him, he was looking ferocious at this time He pointed to his face and showed it to the people around him: "Everyone, open your eyes and see if this person's eyebrows, eyes and face shape are similar to those little devils in those paintings?"

"It can't be wrong, all little devils look like this, and they look fierce at first glance."

...!

Next door to Mary, I'll spray you with blood, lunatic, there's no such thing as a jade tree in front of the wind, it doesn't look like that short and poor, this scapegoat is really aggrieved.

The man let go of Ni Chao's chin, spit forcefully, his eyes were full of sinister, under Ni Chao's angry gaze, he picked up the kettle that was not far away, and held it up high.

It was as quiet as dead silence, and the volcano erupted completely. The already angry crowd became manic immediately, like a wild beast out of the cage, roaring and smashing the half-hearted thing in their hands on Ni Chao. Ni Chao's already scarred body, Unable to bear the anger of the uncontrollable crowd, he blocked his throat and let out a hoarse roar, but the voice was too hoarse and inconspicuous, and was drowned in the sharp waves, unable to stir up any storms.

The fat old man had long stood aside with a kettle in his hand, watching everything coldly, and after people had vented their anger, he came out slowly, and said sadly: "We have finally waited for the opportunity to take revenge, but we Unlike those beasts, we can't do things that kill people without blood, we can only use our own methods to get revenge."

Fuck, bloodletting, unnatural and wicked planting can be done, and you have to put on a pose of a victim and lover, really ugly face.

Ni Chao raised the corners of his mouth in disdain, his eyes were indifferent, his heart was sore, he couldn't restrain the anger in his heart, and he was unwilling to end up like this.

Crazy people don't care about his inner world, the mayor has long said that he has been drugged and has no defense against him, even a man with a little strength can crush him to death with one hand.

In the dark, Ni Chao seemed to hear a cold voice: "You beast, have you ever regretted forcing others to have fun?"

Ni Chao narrowed his pupils, and sneered, "That's what they deserved. They dress so revealingly, aren't they just trying to seduce people? With a little sweet talk and a little money, don't you just obediently take the bait and force it? It's ridiculous, but you can't do it by force." It’s a means, you don’t understand the fun of it, being strong is also a kind of charm.”

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