Ghost Slayer Blacksmith's Self-Cultivation

"what happened?"

"Isn't this perverted prisoner already here?"

"Is it because we are not paying attention, or there are accomplices?"

The truth that had gradually become clear just now was once again covered with a thick layer of white mist.

The villagers who came to watch were discussing a lot, and all kinds of messy guesses were made casually without going through the brain.

At this time, surrounded by the small-eyed doctor, one of them was a middle-aged man holding a torch. His hands began to tremble involuntarily, and his face was livid and scary.

He handed the burning torch in his hand to the villagers next to him, pushed away the chattering villagers around him without hesitation, squeezed out from inside, and helped up the helpless middle-aged woman who fell on the ground just now with both hands. .

"Dahua, what did you just say, our daughter is not at home well, what nonsense were you just talking about!"

"What's wrong with our daughter, what's wrong with her, please tell me quickly!"

The man's stubborn words were a little crazy, and he shook the middle-aged woman, who was already pale and had a hoarse voice, in exchange for the middle-aged woman's silence.

Tears were streaming down her face, her red eyes looked at her husband, and she didn't know how to express it for a moment.

"After dinner, the child went to bed early. The child said he wanted to drink water. He wanted to pour a glass of water for the child, but when he turned around, the child disappeared!"

The middle-aged woman suppressed the grief in her heart, tried to calm herself down, and simply told her husband what had happened.

"What are you talking about! My daughter!"

No matter how strong the quality of the man's heart is, he is as distraught as his wife at this moment, and all his hopes have sunk to the bottom of the valley for a while, as if there is no hope for life.

"The prisoner is here now, but my daughter is missing, right! There must be a partner in the crime!"

The next second the man seemed to think of something, he stood up abruptly, clenched his fists, and shouted loudly.

"Get out of the way, don't stop me, if you dare to steal my daughter, I will kill this bastard!"

The middle-aged man looked at the slightly wretched little-eyed doctor inside, his eyes glaring. When he thought of his daughter being stolen by their accomplices right under his nose, the anger from his body burst out uncontrollably.

The surrounding villagers who were discussing privately just now were all frightened by the middle-aged man's words, and they took the initiative to make way for the middle-aged man to pass.

The village head and several other villagers pulled up the middle-aged woman who had already cried into tears, and comforted her patiently.

"Sister, don't cry, no, these teenagers have already helped us catch that perverted human trafficker. Your daughter just got lost. I believe they didn't go far. Look at his accomplices here, I believe it is very You will soon know the whereabouts of your daughter from his mouth."

The village head kept enlightening the middle-aged woman in front of her, or the middle-aged woman also noticed a glimmer of hope. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeve, trying to calm down her mood, but her red eyes kept lingering on her. on her husband.

"boom!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The middle-aged man didn't care what the perverted human trafficker said, he just hit three powerful punches, hitting the small-eyed doctor hard on the face.

The whole face of the small-eyed doctor was bruised and purple, and the left half of his face was swollen badly, and he lay limp on the ground.

"Get up, you bastard!"

The middle-aged man didn't seem to relieve his anger at all, and grabbed the collar of the small-eyed doctor who fell on the ground with one hand, and just slipped up.

"Where is my daughter, tell me quickly!"

The middle-aged man roared, and all the surrounding villagers shut up for a while, as if they were overwhelmed by the man's tough aura.

The small-eyed doctor was left in the air by the middle-aged man. He barely raised his head, and said with some difficulty breathing, with a perverted smile on his face.

"Hey hey! Your daughter has probably been eaten by that 'adult'!"

"What did you just say, what nonsense are you talking about!"

The middle-aged man was obviously anxious. Seeing the incoherent words of the small-eyed doctor, he clenched his fists again, and it was a powerful punch.

"puff!"

The small-eyed doctor was punched again on his solid face, and he flew upside down. A few broken teeth spit out from the already swollen side face, and blood mixed with saliva flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

"If you have the ability, hit-death-me!"

Even though the little-eyed doctor had reached his limit, he still hooked his fingers at the middle-aged man forcefully and provocatively.

"I will beat you to death today!"

The remaining sanity of the middle-aged man gradually lost. He looked around and snatched the burning torches from the surrounding villagers.

He waved the torch in his hand and slammed it towards the place where the little-eyed doctor was.

"Stop him, he's crazy! Stop him quickly!"

Before the village chief finished speaking, several middle-aged men closest to him had already pushed the middle-aged man to the ground.

"Let go of me, you let me go!"

The middle-aged man struggled desperately to get up, but the big man a few meters in front of him had already held his hands and feet firmly.

"Da Lang, if you go on like this, you will really beat him to death! How can we find out the whereabouts of the other missing boys and girls?"

It was the head of Piaoxiang Village who spoke, and Da Lang was the name of the man who lost his daughter.

The village head looked at Da Lang who had calmed down and sighed helplessly. He waved his hands, and several middle-aged men comprehended and helped Da Lang who was on the ground to his feet.

"Woooooo!"

Dalang's wife, Dahua, hugged her husband behind her. The tears that had stopped on her face just now were crying in her husband's warm embrace.

The village head and bartender Lao Lang looked at the small-eyed doctor who was lying motionless on the ground, and stretched out his hand to the side, only breathing a little, with a half-dead look, he might go straight over at any time.

"Treat the wound on his body a little bit, and tie him to the woodshed on the side first!"

The village chief directed several middle-aged men beside him, including his eldest son, the bartender Taro.

At this time, the other onlookers must have been unwilling. After all, it was Da Lang who asked a few times just now. The villagers who lost their sons and daughters have not yet asked the trafficker.

The villagers saw that the real culprit who stole their daughter or son would just let it go today, so how could they say forget it.

A group of villagers blocked in the firewood room one after another, just wanting the little-eyed doctor or the village chief to give him an explanation.

On the other hand, Zhuxiong fell into deep thought, "My lord, cannibalism? It's a ghost!"