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Xing Yi put his hands behind his back, so that this middle-aged woman would not **** the scissors on her hand, and said to the woman, "You are miserable, but why not kill the person who made you so miserable, but kill the weaker I?"

After listening to these words, the insane woman no longer grabbed the scissors, but sat on the floor and wept silently: "Big hair and two hair big girls are all underneath, I'm afraid he will bully them when they go."

Xing Yan heard her words and froze.

He looked at the woman and said nothing for a long time. She was very thin, her face was yellow, and she was so thin that her hands were covered with blood vessels and arms.

In contrast, Xing's body is completely different from a woman. Although her arms are not as white and tender as modern children, but they have meat and are not too short. According to the appearance of this family, the children are really not bad. .

Xing Yuan is strong when he is strong, but when he sees such a woman who has been hurt physically and mentally, he really doesn't know what to say.

I don't know how to comfort, I don't know how to change, and I don't know how to escape.

He could leave while the woman was hypnotized, but if such a woman left herself, what was left of her?

"Are there any meals?" Xing Yue said suddenly, "I'm hungry."

The woman stood up stupidly, wiped the tears on her face, and said in a panic, "Yes, you have to feed Xiaomao, you can't go hungry on the road, you can't be bullied until you are full there.

Anyway, she stood up, ran to the kitchen, and said that it was the kitchen. In fact, it was two houses in a soil germ house. Alas, the heat of the rice can also make the amaranth warm and save some firewood.

Although the house is dilapidated, it is not messy. Obviously, the woman is a hardworking person. Even this family wants to live a better life.

She opened the rice crock and watched the rice at the bottom of the crock slap. She cried silently again: "The two pounds of refined rice I got from work yesterday was intended for Xiaomao to eat."

The gourd scoop in her hand slid down weakly, staring dullly at the empty tank, paused for a while, and took out a wooden barrel and said, "Little hair, mother to borrow food, you obediently at home."

"Wait a minute," Xing said, turning over the tank and cabinet at home at this time. It was so empty that she didn't even have rice bran, so she said to the woman, "I'll go with you."

He had to step out of the house and learn what kind of world it was.

One child in three years, six in 18 years, this village must have a sufficient population to support such a supply. It is not impossible to follow the speed at which women give birth. But what exactly is the marriage and the outside world? He needs to know in order to find out whether the so-called mountain **** is a legend born under ignorance, or is it really a fantasy world.

"Xiao Mao, don't go out, they will be stared at when you go out." The woman was excited, hugged Xing Yong's head, and hid him in his arms.

This woman may be really crazy. She thought from the bottom of her heart that it would be better to die than to live. She did not think that it was a mistake to kill Xing Ye. She felt that she was going to take her son to enjoy her blessing.

At the same time, she really loves Xiao Mao, and Xing Ye said "I'm hungry", so she can immediately forget her madness and go to cook and borrow rice.

"Why am I being targeted? I'm already a sacrifice, what else can I target?" Xing Yan asked.

He had intended to remind women that now, he would probably be the object of protection in the village, and would provide delicious and delicious food, and must be based on comfort. Of course, freedom must be restricted. However, at this time, you can use the identity of the sacrifice to make more rice.

Xing Ye was not hungry at all. He wanted to coax the middle-aged woman to make some food for her. She was too thin.

The woman listened to Xing Ye's words and seemed to remember something. She said, "When Da Mao was sent away as a sacrifice, the village gave money. I just bought rice, and the rest of the money was killed by that thousand sword To gamble, it's gone. "

"What later?" Xing Yan asked.

"The Ermao lady originally owed money before arriving. If you do n’t have money to get it, you are the same." The woman remembered her son and was sad again.

"No," Xing Jing shook her head. "You said before that you owed someone else's money for other people's children. This money should be repaid. Even if the money from the village is not enough to pay the debt, At the very least, it is sent to the family first, and that person will pay the debt without any reason.

The woman heard Xing Ye's words, her eyes became brighter, and it was not as turbid as before. The more she thought about it, the more she felt wrong, and finally she screamed, "It's him! He went to the village chief's house to collect the money. , And bet again, he's really not a thing! "

"Don't be anxious first," Xing Yan calmly held the woman down. "When is this time to send money, we'll grab it in front of him to pick it up."

When he woke up, the woman was about to kill him, which means that she had just learned the news and should have time to get the money. Even if it is too late, the cheap dad with this body will have no time to spend it and can grab it back.

Xing Min held the woman's wrist. There was no flesh on this wrist. The boy held her wrist with some delicate palms, but how thin she was!

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Xing Yan said looking at the woman.

The woman touched Tender Mao's tender face, and shook her head firmly, "Mother and Xiao Mao are not afraid of anything."

Xing Yan said: "People who are not afraid of death do not need to be afraid of a scum. Pick up your scissors and a kitchen knife to collect money. If he is taken away, ask him where he is. You don't want to kill him, it doesn't matter, He can get the money back even if he is cut. This is my life-saving money. We will fill our stomachs when we receive the money, and it will not be his turn to splurge! "

The woman looked at Xing Ye, and said softly, "Xiao Mao, you weren't like this before. You are so courageous that you are often beaten by the fat next door."

Xing Ye was not afraid of her suspicion. The woman was already half crazy, and Xiao Mao had just suffered a tragedy to be killed by her. With great joy and sorrow, it was normal for something to change.

So Xing Yan said with a childish face, "I'm going to die, afraid of being fat."

He shook his fist several times and released it, and he was fully prepared before he said, "I want to be full with my mother, and be happy on the road."

The woman listened to him and had less doubt. After all, she is also a person who wants to die. What does it matter if her son does not change? After all, he will sacrifice to the mountain god.

So she took her son's hand and walked out of the door.

Only then did Xing Min find that the village is still very prosperous, but his home is too poor and poor, and the brick building next door to his house.

It looks nothing like the Republic of China, but it doesn't look like modern society.

Xing Ye, a new countryside in modern society, has seen it. It is much more advanced than this. The yard next door is large, but there are no modern agricultural tools such as tractors.

It's weird here. Xing Yuan thought.

In the daytime, it is summer again. When walking on the road, there are always people who are doing farm work. Every family yard has fields, smaller vegetables and bigger grains.

Xing Yuan has seen corn and rice fields. He invested in a township development project in the past two years and went to field trips. He looked at the corn in the yard and felt that it did not look like it had been grown from improved varieties.

Someone met the woman and him on the road and said, "Yang Yunzi, are you going to get the money? Hurry up, I just saw your man going to the village head."

The middle-aged woman was Yang Yan, who drew out a kitchen knife hanging around her waist, rushed to the village chief's house with a killing stance.

Xing Zheng frowned slightly. These villagers seemed to not care about the sacrifice, and reminded Yang Zheng to collect money.

It is said that the village is quite big. Xing Ye looked at it and could not see his head at a glance. The population in the village was a little bit overwhelming, and it really could support a child for three years.

But there is only one mountain god, so why give 5? This village is not as simple as ignorance, there are other inside stories in it.

After listening to the news, Yang Yan went faster and faster, and finally felt that Xing Yan walked slowly. She simply carried Xiao Mao on her back and rushed all the way.

She was running as if she was overdrawing her vitality, especially fast.

Xing Yan frowned. Does this physique support this speed and strength?

Flying all the way to the village chief's house, he was seeing a man receiving money from the village chief.

When Yang Yan saw the man, he yelled, "You are the one who has suffered a thousand swords. My son's life-saving money, you have to gamble again!"

She was afraid of hurting Xing Yi, first squatting down and lowering Xiao Mao, then rushed forward with a kitchen knife.

The man did not expect Yang Ye to have such courage, but he was too late to dodge, and was actually chopped on her arm with a stab, causing a terrible scream.

But his speed was not slow. At the same time he was chopped, he kicked Yang Yang's stomach and flew the woman.

Xing Yan's strength was limited, Yang Yang could not be caught at all, and he watched as the woman fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

The knife was still on the man, and he took the money and said, "I still want to take the money to get one. Who knows that this mother-in-law is going crazy, and she has to spend money to see the doctor first."

Xing Yuan looked at the money in his hands, which was actually a silver coin.

What time is it, and still use silver coins?

He felt the village was full of chaos.

While the man had a sharp-mouthed monkey gill, and the woman was thin and slender, Xing Yi just looked in the mirror on the road, and instead he was born beautiful, unlike the children of these two.

Xing Yi ran to help the woman, thinking to stop the time with the use of skills, to stop the man from leaving. At this time, Yang Zheng who fell to the ground actually crawled to the feet of the man, biting his leg, and directly biting off a piece of meat.

Xing Yan: "..."

He looked at the village chief and said, "Aren't you going to stop them?"

The village chief is a middle-aged man with a traditional peasant image. He wears a vest and his arms are tanned by the sun. Hearing Xing Ye's words, he smiled kindly: "No, it will fight every time at this time."

Although it was Xing Ye's woman who took back her own money, he really couldn't see through the current development.

At this time, the small mirror hanging on the chest moved, Xing Yue saw the village chief's eyes fell on the men and women fighting, turned over, pulled off his clothes, and quickly glanced at the mirror hanging next to the collar.

I saw on the mirror: Don't act lightly, I think everyone here has problems.

Xing Yuan originally sympathized with Yang Yuan, but now he also feels wrong.

He didn't use the skills and QR code, and saw that the man actually pulled out the kitchen knife himself, and chopped it on the back of Yang Ming mercilessly.

After all, Yang Xun was a flesh and blood body, and after half a life, she looked back at Xing Xuan and said weakly, "Xiao Mao, you can no longer be a sacrifice, no ..."

While talking, he vomited blood from his mouth.

At this time, she still had the strength to speak, and she glared at the village chief: "If Xiao Mao became a sacrifice, I wouldn't be surprised if I die, I would bury the whole village!"

After all, I spit my blood and died.

The village chief who was only on the sidelines suddenly panicked, pointing at the man and saying, "He, he, Yang Dazhuang killed his mother-in-law, quickly catch him!"

Originally there was only a courtyard of four people: Yang Dazhuang, Yang Xun, the village chief, and Xing Xuan. Suddenly, "hulah" came out of a dozen young men who did not know where they came from. uniform.

The village chief looked at Xing Yuan with a long sigh and said, "The cursed village before the death of the little Mao Niang, this is not auspicious. You have to call someone on the village committee to discuss it."

what?

Xing Zheng and Lu Mingze hiding in the mirror heard these words and turned their heads together. Such a village with bad habits of sacrificial mountain gods, a village using silver dollars, and a village committee?

Xing Yan had a feeling of extreme chaos in time and space.

When he was only in the hut, Yang Yan's performance was extremely realistic, like a desperate mother, the last madness before committing suicide.

But after getting out of the room, Yang Yan looked like ... showing a completely different look from the house, as if controlled by something.

The last words spoke more like the tragedy of some spiritual stories.

If you think about it, even if the mountain **** is very picky, you need to choose one of the five offerings. Why do you choose this one every year?

What kind of body does the system give him? What kind of world is this?

"Village chief, how does Yang Dazhuang deal with it? Do you want to send the doctor to the village?"

The village chief glanced at Yang Dazhuang and said, "If you kill someone, follow the rules of killing."

So he picked up the silver dollar he had just given out from Yang Dazhuang, and said indifferently: "Skip a few knives on each limb, throw it out of the village, and let it stand for three days. If he can live, that is the meaning of the mountain god, ask the doctor to bandage him. No life is life. "

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