Extreme Yama System

Xue Wusuan was quite familiar with this village. He had lived here for several days before, and he still remembered that the braised pork cooked by a farmer's woman was very suitable for him. There is also a mischievous child named Little Stone.

With a swipe, he turned on his fan and prepared to wander around the village.

The old locust tree is still there, and the reclining chair he made by himself is still there, and it even looks clean.

But the smoky smell coming from the nose is not very good.

There are less than thirty houses in the village, but most of them are now engulfed in flames. Cries and prayers rushed into Xue Wusuan's ears from a distance. He could distinguish among these cries the sound of the little rock he was most familiar with.

He frowned slightly, waved his hand, and a strange suction hit, and the air was instantly drained, and the fire on the house was extinguished. Curls of smoke swirled in the air.

The cry in his ears was still the same, it seemed tragic, and a faint smell of blood drifted into his nose.

He kept his footsteps unchanged, shaking his fan and walking towards the direction where the cry came from. It should be the valley over there. It seems that everyone in the village should be there.

The valley is not far. To put it bluntly, it is just a flattened dam, not big, with a radius of thirty feet.

There were only a hundred people in the whole village, and at this time, they were surrounded by a group of men in strong suits in bunts. It looks a bit like a bandit or bandit. Each person has a long knife, and the expression is either playful or fierce or greedy. The villagers in the middle were Wei Nuonuo bent over, their faces were ugly, and their mouths were trembling.

And in the middle of Pingba, on the ground, lay three corpses, pools of blood. Two old and one young.

Xue Wusuan remembered that the two old men were doctors in the village, and the younger one was their adopted child.

In Xue Wushen's eyes, the dead are nothing. It makes no difference whether they die miserably or not. Why die? Is it worth it? It doesn't matter either. What he cared about was the little figure huddled in the arms of a woman in the crowd. small stone.

Bandits attacked, and the number exceeded one hundred, far beyond what the villagers could resist. Man is the knife and I am the fish, and it becomes nature. It doesn't matter what the old couple and the little kid did wrong, or if they didn't do anything wrong and just became the unlucky ones waiting for them. Or because of something else.

Little Rock looked frightened. He shrank in his mother's arms, his face and eyes flickered, not only did he dare not look at the corpses on the ground, he also did not dare to look at the smug bandits around him. His little face was pale, and his mouth was trembling, not knowing what he was talking about. Like a frightened little quail.

Xue Wusuan laughed. This child is usually very skinny, and this kind of quail is not common. It seemed interesting to him. Especially the little clay puppet in Little Stone's hand.

The clay puppet is extremely rudimentary. It can only be seen as a human shape, with a head and feet.

But it was such an ordinary clay puppet. Between the murmurs of the small stones, a trace of pleading power condensed on the clay puppet, and then formed a weak and almost imperceptible force that slowly converged on Xue Wusuan's body. .

"Uncle Yama, I'm so scared, can you come and save Xiao Shishi?"

"Why are you crying? No matter how young you are, you are still a man. Crying your nose makes you look down on it, understand?"

"Uncle Yama!?"

Little Stone rubbed his eyes in surprise. Turning his head, he saw that there was another person beside him at some point, it was the black-robed uncle with the gold kowloon tattoo.

Since the village experienced the brutal killing of the martial arts people a few years ago, this mysterious black-robed uncle has become a fearless and omnipotent existence in Xiao Shi's heart. I remember the old man's words in every word and deed.

It's a pity that Xiao Shishi hasn't seen this uncle since then. He misses it very much, and often fantasizes that when he grows up, he can wave his hand like the uncle and make those vicious martial arts people keep silent and dare not speak falsely. I also fantasized about swinging a fan like an uncle, arrogant and arrogant.

But the reality is, a small stone is still a small stone, not to mention those powerful martial arts people, even a wild wolf can make him dead.

But this did not hinder Xiao Shi's fantasy. He made a clay puppet, named it "Uncle Yama", and even held it while sleeping. Every time he talked and expected to the mud puppet, he felt that he was full of power and seemed to be fearless.

The bandit is here. Swords facing each other. Uncle Wang's family was just worried that their boy would be cold, and wanted to go back and get a thick coat to put on for his boy, but he was hacked to death, and the whole family died.

Little Stone was afraid. He played well with the Wang family boy, and also liked the Wang family grandpa very much, and now they are all dead. Lying on the ground motionless scared him.

If only Uncle Yama was here, he would definitely be able to save Xiao Shi.

Who would have known that Uncle Yama would come as soon as this idea came up. It came silently, and no one noticed. Even Little Stone was worried that the terrifying bandits around him would kill him, but he didn't seem to. They were all stunned, motionless.

The villagers also discovered Xue Wusuan and knew that this mysterious black-robed man was more vicious and cruel than the bandit, but he was harmless to the village. My heart inexplicably settled down.

"Did you make this clay doll?"

"Yes, uncle, this is a clay puppet I made. Does uncle think it looks like you?"

Xue Wusuan pouted and said, "No eyes and no nose, it doesn't look like it at all."

"Ah? It's not like it? But I think it is! Otherwise, why did you come when you asked for a stone? That's right! Uncle, are you the **** that Grandpa said before? Only gods can respond to requests, right? ?"

Xue Wusuan laughed when he heard the words. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com teased: "What kind of **** do you think Uncle is?"

"Well... I know! Uncle must be a **** who saves suffering, isn't he?"

Xue Wusuan shook his head, picked up the small stone, pointed at the thief of the Bailai No. 100 who was held in shape by him like a wood, and said with a smile, "Uncle will not save the suffering, nor will he respond to every request. The uncle usually deals with the dead and the living. I don't really want to care."

"Why don't you care? Uncle, they are very bad! Even after killing Grandpa Wang, they want to steal our money!"

"Hey, is life and death so important? Remember uncle's words, live well when you are alive, and you have to think clearly about whether you want to do evil or do good. Because of the wrong choice, even if you die, you have to pay the price. You see, Just like now, when the uncle comes, they have to die, and death is just the beginning of their suffering."

As soon as the voice fell, the big heads were like ignited firecrackers, bursting open crackling, setting off a group of bright scarlet.

"Little Stone, do you know why their heads were blown off?"

The **** scared Xiao Shishi, and when he heard Xue Wusuan's words, he just shook his head blankly.

"It's not because they killed people, or because they're bandits. These are not the reasons for them to die, and they don't even count as sins. They died because they offended Uncle, my first believer in this world. , makes the uncle not pleasing to the eye. So, they died. "

"A believer? Uncle, are you talking about me?"

"Yes! It's you. But Uncle can only help you once, but he won't help you endlessly."

"why?"

"Because to live, you have to rely on yourself. When you die, you can rely on uncle. Do you understand? Don't understand? Haha, you will understand later."