Rules Quirk: This Death Prompt Is Not Right!

Yinshan Town is an isolated town that existed eighty years ago.

The young people in the town all went out to work, and only the old women and children were left in the town.

The old people who can still move cultivate the land, the women are responsible for the housework, and the children are raised by hundreds of families.

Although the life is poor, it is good to be able to eat and dress warmly, which is also a happy ~ thing in the world.

No one here will worry about how much money they have, whether the child has knowledge or not.

The only thing they are concerned about is their son, husband, father...

"Mom, when will daddy come back... When can we write another letter to Daddy? ”

The childish voice sounded, and a child with onion braids raised his head and looked at the woman holding him.

The woman smiled helplessly, squatted down and pinched the child's chubby little face.

"A dog, daddy went out to work to earn money, and when daddy made money, he will come back."

"When the time comes, I will buy a delicious candy man for Ah Gou, and I will also buy books for Ah Gou!"

The woman comforted the child, took the child's hand and continued to walk.

"A dog doesn't want candy people and books, a dog wants a father."

Linde stubbornly stared at his mother, a dog is a cheap name given to him by his father, saying that the name of a child is easy to feed.

Mrs. Linde couldn't do anything about him, but she couldn't open her mouth to comfort her son that his father would come back soon.

Alas......

A sigh fell.

Linde also understood his mother's desire to talk and stop, and he nodded sensibly.

"Ah dog don't make trouble, mother, don't be sad..."

......

Day by day, Linde grew as tall as his mother's thighs.

He happily broke branches with his friends on the yellow horn tree outside the town, and the broken branches were held and waved in their hands.

They learn the heroes in the villain book, playing tricks and tricks.

Then.

A luxurious green leather car appeared in Linde's sight.

The first time the children saw a car, the best they had ever seen was the mayor's tricycle.

This kind of car has only been seen in books ...

A pair of military boots stepped out of the car, and a tall figure enveloped the group of children.

The non-commissioned officer lowered his head and looked at the group of little children whose snot had not been wiped clean.

The opening is a foreign language that children cannot understand.

Looking at the child's ignorant look, the non-commissioned officer ignored it and reached out to pull a child to the ground.

Listening to the child's cry, he sneered and led his soldiers into the town.

There are no young and strong men in the town, and the only one who can hold everyone is the mayor.

Inside the ancestral hall.

The mayor was a 40-year-old teaching gentleman who looked nervously at the non-commissioned officer in front of him.

The murderous aura on the non-commissioned officer almost made the mayor kneel.

But he understood that if he knelt down, the whole town would be finished!

The non-commissioned officer glanced at the mayor's trembling legs, and he playfully walked over to the mayor.

"Ahhh!!"

The mayor rolled on the ground holding his left foot, which had been dug up by a non-commissioned officer, a piece of meat.

The intense pain made him sweat profusely.

Sweat poured into his eyes, and his gasp blurred his lenses.

Laughing at the non-commissioned officer, he stretched out his hand with difficulty to the townspeople outside the ancestral hall to watch the excitement.

"Run... Ho...... Ho ho..."

The mayor was trampled under the feet of the non-commissioned officer, and his head was snatched against the pipe.

He used all his strength and roared.

"Run!! Run!!! ”

......

The cries of children, the screams of women, the curses of old people...

The sound of flesh tearing... Bang bang snatch... The crackling sound of flames burning houses...

The burning black smoke of the town can be clearly seen within a radius of five miles.

The non-commissioned officer looked at the women who had been captured by his own soldiers in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.

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The colors of dusk are reflected in the town.

The beautiful scenery contrasts sharply with the desperation in the town.

......

The non-commissioned officer left the town a day later, and before leaving, he took the most beautiful woman in the town, Lin Xiuzhi.

Lin Xiuzhi did not resist, her children, father were killed in this robber's masterpiece.

Her eyes were empty, and she looked at the yellow horn tree in front of the town in the car.

She muttered to herself and left with the bandits.

......

I don't know who sent the news, and the men who were working outside rushed home like crazy.

.. ...... .......

The surviving townspeople sat on their knees around the mayor's body.

The men were carried away by hatred, and they yelled out in the town to vent.

The women huddled in the corners with their children, looking at the men who were going around wreaking havoc and catharsis like robbers.

The old people's expressions were indifferent.

The men eventually chose to join the war.

That group of robbers was an enemy army that invaded their country, and they thought that such an isolated town as them would not be affected, but they did not expect...

Amid the cries of the townspeople, the men left the place again.

The townspeople began to make frequent wishes to the yellow horned tree.

It is rumored that a fox that had practiced for thousands of years was buried under the yellow horn tree a hundred years ago.

The fox blessed the town and kept it safe for nearly a hundred years.

Originally, it was just a legend passed down from generation to generation, but now in this desperate environment.

All people began to believe in the gods.

[Lord God, please... Let my grandfather's injury heal..."

When the first wish came true, everyone, like crazy, took out their white cloths in their homes, wrote their wishes, and hung them on the treetops.

The gods will surely read these wishes...

Definitely!

......

...... Again.