After the fairy disappeared

Chapter 1300 Return the favor
"Yes, my soldiers ate your families! But didn't you sell your children when you encountered a famine? How much can a kid sell for, ten taels? Fifteen taels?" Zhao Guangzhi persuaded, "Just treat it as selling your child to me, isn't it okay? Just treat it as selling it for a sky-high price, and you will live a life of luxury for the rest of your life, and you won't have to suffer from hunger and cold anymore!"

Soul Mirror said, "This guy is good. What he said makes me excited."

Of course, it's useless to be moved.

He Lingchuan patted it twice. Zhao Guangzhi was a bad man, but not stupid. He knew how to find the weaknesses of people.

Otherwise, how could he have gathered an army here and been invincible?
From a utilitarian point of view, his words seem to be fine, and even the mirror agrees.

He Lingchuan glanced across the room and noticed that several people had flickering eyes and hesitant expressions.

As Zhao Guangzhi said, selling children is not a shocking thing, and it only earns a few meals. The people of the Golden Plains learned to bow to reality very early.

What is the reality?
The reality is that people have to do their best to stay alive and take care of themselves first. As the saying goes, the dead are gone, but the living can still pursue them.

Zhao Guangzhi also keenly caught the changes in the crowd and quickly added fuel to the fire: "I only want to die quickly! I still have to die, and you still got your revenge! What's wrong with getting revenge and getting money at the same time?!"

After these last words were spoken, a few shoulders in the crowd moved as if they were about to raise their hands.

Dong Rui turned slightly and said to He Lingchuan:

"Isn't that a little thought? Three is too few. You should have set the number to more than ten."

He Lingchuan just said, "Let's wait and see."

Human nature is very complex.

Sure enough, an old woman in the crowd suddenly called out, "Li Monkey, do you want to raise your hand?"

The man next to her was skinny and hunched, with arms longer than his knees, and his posture was indeed very monkey-like.

Li Houzi was a little flustered when she called him out.

The old woman stared at him intently, her eyes full of bloodshot: "You old bachelor, you want to take the money, don't you? You don't care about the blood feuds of other families, don't you!"

The gazes from the villagers made Li Houzi take a step back subconsciously: "No such thing, I didn't plan to raise my hand!"

The old woman said sternly, "This evil thief ate my two grandchildren, and he praised them as tender as he ate them! I wanted to collect their bodies, but I couldn't even tell the bones apart! If you dare to raise your hand and let this evil thief escape the punishment of heaven, I will burn down your house, destroy your fields, and beat your people even if I have to sacrifice my own life!"

She shouted until she was hoarse, and her words aroused the anger of the crowd. Some people couldn't wait to cook the ogre, so they picked up stones on the ground and threw them at Zhao Guangzhi.

Zhao Guangzhi was also hit so hard that he saw stars and was furious: "You old hag, you ruined my business! What does it have to do with you if someone else takes the money?"

The old woman sneered: "When you arrested my grandson, I offered myself as a substitute, but you refused! Haha, if you had known this would happen, you should have nodded in agreement!"

Seeing the neighbors cursing Zhao Guangzhi, those people in the crowd didn't dare to say a word.

The water in the pot began to bubble up, and Zhao Guangzhi screamed in pain from being scalded: "Final deadline! If you don't beg for mercy, the thirty thousand taels will be gone! You will never see that much money again!"

The yellow-haired girl suddenly stood in front of him and said, "Do you really think the villagers are easy to cheat? Even if you have so much money, who will share it with them for you?"

Zhao Guangzhi suddenly got stuck.

Yes, he was about to die, so who would take out the 100,000 taels of silver for him and divide it among the three people who begged for mercy?
Who would want to do this?
"I-I can tell these three people privately!"

"Privately?" The yellow-haired girl pointed at the brightly lit entrance to the market, then pointed at He Lingchuan and the others, "Are you sure? Do these black-armored gentlemen agree?"

Everyone suddenly realized that these big black guys hadn't said a word since the beginning of the show, but would they really just sit there and watch?

Why didn't they take the 100,000 silver coins themselves? Could they really allow those three people to get the 100,000 silver coins?

What kind of world is this? Who would believe in such a fairy tale?

No matter who was ready to make a move, they would be woken up by this bucket of cold water poured over their heads.

You can’t get it. The money from the evil thief Zhao is just empty talk. You can’t get it at all!
"Boil him!" someone yelled.

"Boil him! Boil him!"

"We don't want anything but to eat his flesh and peel his skin off!"

The roars of the villagers echoed in the night sky.

He Lingchuan asked Dong Rui: "How is it?"

The latter hummed: "Okay, I see, you got what you wanted again."

Seeing that it was hopeless to persuade the villagers, Zhao Guangzhi immediately turned to the black-armored knight for help.

He Lingchuan remained unmoved, and his subordinates such as Wanqi Feng certainly pretended not to hear anything and stood like statues in the dark night.

The water in the pot was about to boil, and Zhao Guangzhi was crying, screaming, and cursing.

He cursed the villagers of Liuping, the black-armored knights, and the unfair fate, using all the vicious words he could.

Dong Rui leaned over to take a look and said seriously, "His legs are cooked."

Because the water in the pot has boiled.

Zhao Guangzhi's screams and cries echoed over Liuping.

At this time, he no longer had the energy to curse, and could only beg He Lingchuan to grant him death.

The villagers of Liuping had calmed down from their anger and were quietly enjoying the scene.

As they watched, many people burst into tears.

For the family members who were eaten, and for the sufferings that I have endured.

Revenge, revenge at last!
It's time, He Lingchuan gestured to Wanqi Feng.

Two black-armored knights came forward, untied Zhao Guangzhi from the log, and stuffed his entire body into boiling water, leaving only his head exposed!
Zhao Guangzhi let out a loud “Ah!”, which was even more frightening than the cry of a monkey.

"I curse you to die a miserable death!" His eyes were red, and he screamed at He Lingchuan with his last bit of strength, "I will never let you go after I die and become a ghost..."

Before he could finish his words, a mouthful of boiling water poured into his stomach.

He could no longer speak.

After a few breaths, he stopped moving, half sinking and half floating in the boiling water with his eyes wide open.

This notorious ogre was finally cooked into soup.

Seeing this, the leader in black armor pulled the reins and the horse slowly walked to the big pot.

In full view of everyone, he took out the soul-locking chain and soul box from his arms and forcibly took Zhao Guangzhi's soul.

The light and shadow effects were still shocking. When Zhao Guangzhi's dead soul was dragged out, the villagers of Liuping watched it intently, and their eyes looked at the black-armored leader with even more respect and fear.

Before his death, Zhao Guangzhi cursed him and wanted to turn into a ghost to seek revenge on him. Isn't this funny?

After death, even the soul was taken away!
Zhao Guangzhi's soul was sucked into the soul box with a whoosh. The surroundings returned to calm. The black-armored leader said, "Even if he dies, his sins will not be forgiven. Zhao Guangzhi's soul will continue to suffer in the chaos!"

The villagers didn't know where "Hundun" was, but they felt relieved after hearing this:
It seems like a place dedicated to torturing evil people.

(End of this chapter)