Chapter 493 Fear
As soon as the old woman died, the surrounding Dharma believers suddenly woke up from a dream and fled towards the darkness outside the village in panic.
The air was filled with the smell of blood and excrement. Everyone stood there and paused for a while before realizing that they had won the battle.
The energy in their hearts was relieved, and many people collapsed on the ground, gasping for air. However, the sound of gasping was soon replaced by the sounds of scared cries and disgusting retching.
The other people who came out of Qingfeng Temple were okay. They had adapted a lot after following Li Huowang.
Chun Xiaoman wiped the blood on his face and was about to say something when his body went limp and fell to the ground, sweating all over his body.
“It’s nothing, the invited masters have left. This will happen after the gods fight.”
When the child and Gao Zhijian saw that other people who had been beaten by gods were like this, they breathed a sigh of relief.
“Oh, scholar, you can’t do this. It’s not as useful as the magic weapon that Senior Brother Li gave me. It’s a pity that I didn’t learn this useless thing.” Gouwa proudly showed off the tongue in his hand.
“Get out of here, uncle! This is just the simplest formula! You are only worthy of being compared with this one. Are you capable? Mei Ren has already torn apart Zhu Wei? The powerful two-spirit figure and three-spirit cultivation! You have the guts Let’s try it again!”
“Ouch! Let’s see what you can do and compete! Why not bet?”
“Gou, are you done yet! Is this the time to cause trouble? Hurry up and help us to the courtyard! Gao Zhijian is even injured before you see it!”
With the help of others, other people in Niuxin Village gathered again in the Bai family compound. In order to prevent those people from sneak attacks again, the walls were covered with torches, lighting up the entire compound brightly.
Although they won the battle, the entire Niuxin Village was shrouded in a faint layer of pain, for no other reason than the twelve corpses covered with white cloth placed in the center of the lobby.
There were not many people in Niuxin Village to begin with, and these twelve people who died and survived were, even if they were not friends, they were acquaintances with whom they had spoken a few words.
“Bata Bata” Lu Zhuangyuan smoked a dry cigarette with a sad face. Among the twelve people who died, two were his new disciples, and one of them was the one with the best talent. It was a pity.
“Hey, it’s so good. There’s a riot. Isn’t this Daliang Kingdom very peaceful?”
“Those people are not thieves.” Chun Xiaoman, who was recovering from menstruation, said while helping the child heal his injuries.
“These people are talking about something about children and gods. It seems like they are superstitious about something.”
“Well, I don’t think it’s thieves. I’ve had thieves in my village before. The thieves usually attack the big households in the village, rush in, rob and leave, but they won’t attack tenant farmers like this.” The country soldier interjected.
Lu Zhuangyuan knocked the dry tobacco rod against the pillar on the side, took out some dark yellow tobacco from the tobacco bag and stuffed it again. “Why kill people when you have a good life? I’m so full.”
“If you want to know why they want to harm us, just ask them themselves.” Outside the gate, the dog boy who said this came in dragging something.
Others were startled when they looked closer. This thing could barely be considered a human being, but his limbs and facial features were all messed up, making him look like a monster.
“Well, isn’t my magic needle powerful? This person was hit by my magic needle and immediately collapsed on the ground. He can’t walk or die. It’s just a good time to bring him back and ask him for details.”
A group of people gathered around and looked at the mass in front of them. No one spoke for a while.
“Why do you ask this? Senior Brother Li has always been the best at questioning, but he is not here now.”
“I’ll do it!” When Chun Xiaoman thought of the dead Nan’er, Chun Xiaoman suddenly became angry. He immediately picked up the bamboo broom in the corner and whipped the man head and face.
When his deformed body was bruised and bruised, Chun Xiaoman stopped and asked fiercely: “Tell me! Why did you come to our village to kill people!”
“Stinky bitch! If you can, kill me! If you kill me, I will become Yu’er Shen’s ghost! I will be the emperor in my next life! And you stubborn people only deserve to be pigs and dogs, eating **** all your life! “The followers of this Dharma religion taunted him crazily with their mouths under their arms.
“Do you really think I don’t dare!” Chun Xiaoman fiercely drew his sword with one arm, directly touching his throat on the left side of his ear.
Facing the man’s sarcastic smile, Chun Xiaoman suddenly felt angry. I couldn’t help but really wanted to kill this man.
“Hey, hey, you can’t do this, just look at me.” Gouwa said and walked out.
When he came back again, he was already wearing a red robe and holding a bunch of large and small knives in his hands.
“Senior Brother Gouwa, why are you wearing Senior Brother Li’s clothes? And what are you doing with my pig-killing knife?” The child couldn’t help but ask curiously.
“What nonsense are you talking about? Just watch!” Gou Wa squatted in front of him, coughed a few times, and imitated Li Huowang’s tone and said, “I know you are not afraid of death, but what if life is worse than death?”
As he spoke, he arranged the knives neatly one by one. There are sharp knives for stabbing pigs in the heart, hooks for hanging pigs, broad-backed machetes for cutting bones, and small blades for hanging pig hair.
Looking at the cold light of these knives, the man’s eyes twitched, but he still shouted loudly: “Straight bitch! Kill me if you dare!!”
“Oh? You still have a tough mouth? Which one should I start with?”
In the end, Gouwa’s hand did not hold any knife, but instead grabbed an ordinary thick hemp rope. “Hey, you didn’t expect me to hold a rope, did you? How about we give you an appetizer with this?”
“This hemp rope is not silk and satin. It is very rough. Oh, look, how rough it is.” Gouwa said, picked up the hemp rope and wiped it **** his body, and the quilt The area where I rubbed it suddenly turned red.
“Wait a minute, I will put this thing through your crotch, and pull it slowly from left to right like a saw. This hemp rope is not a knife, it is rough, and it will be like grinding ink. Little by little, slowly grind your skin and your meat into mince.”
As Gou Wa spoke, fear gradually appeared in the man’s eyes, and his body began to tremble slightly involuntarily.
“Oh, by the way, because it goes through your crotch.”
Just when Gouwa was dragging the thick hemp rope and describing vividly, the man completely collapsed, with snot and tears streaming down his face. The body was shaking like a sieve. “I say! I say!! I say anything! I beg you to kill me quickly!! Wuwuwuwu.”
Seeing this scene, Gouwa clapped his hands excitedly and turned around proudly, “Ha! What’s up, let’s see how capable I am!”
However, what greeted him was not the admiration and admiration he imagined, but taboos and uneasiness.
“Why are you looking at me like that? I didn’t do anything. I just imitated what Senior Brother Li said.”