At the beginning, I beat Lazy, and the host is cruel.

Tie Zhu shouted at the top of his lungs that his wife and children were all gone, and he must be compensated, otherwise the matter would never end.

"Yes——just blame them and let them pay compensation."

"Let's go - let's go find them and pay for my wife!"

"That's right, go find them——"

"I bought two witches and must burn them to death——"

"Yes, burn the witch to death——"

.......

A group of people in the village were shouting and rushing towards Cui's family.

The villagers rushed past Tie Dan and his son, and no one paid attention to the crazy Tie Dan and his son.

No one even noticed that their descendants' roots had been cut off, because all they saw were two people covered in blood, which looked particularly terrifying.

Everyone was a little scared, so they selectively forgot about them and hurried towards Cui's family.

As a result, the villagers arrived at Mr. Cui's house and saw an even more terrifying and infiltrating scene.

Cui Da and his wife were lying on the ground with their faces covered in blood, their whole bodies twitching, their foreheads were covered with sweat, and their voices were hoarse from shouting.

Mr. Cui's stupid son was sitting at the door, gnawing his fingers blankly, and muttering "Hungry, so hungry!" in an inarticulate voice.

Mrs. Cui grinned, hoarse her voice, and roared in pain, "Help, help me quickly, my... my leg hurts so much, it seems... broken!"

Cui Da couldn't bear the pain of broken bones and fainted several times.

The villagers were all shocked. Everyone gathered around the door, but no one dared to step in. What kind of Shura field is this?

Could it be that Cui Da and his wife encountered a human-skinned ghost? Otherwise, why would your face be exposed?

The villagers looked at Mr. and Mrs. Cui's bloody faces, as if they had been skinned, which was quite scary.

Some timid villagers squeezed in, took a look, and screamed in fright.

"There's a ghost————"

Sayazi ran out rolling and crawling.

This voice shocked the people who came behind and they didn't dare to step into the courtyard of Mr. Cui's house for a long time.

A few more courageous villagers gathered together to discuss. They held hands and searched around Cui Da's house.

As a result, several people were dumbfounded. They didn't find the little wife Cui had just bought at all.

The brave ones were so frightened that their hair stood on end, and they felt more and more that Mr. Cui's house was too spooky.

The few people looked at each other and ran away in a swarm, as if they were afraid that they would be skinned by ghosts if they were too late.

Many villagers gathered at the door and did not dare to go in. Seeing the bold people in the village, they ran out with pale faces and were even more afraid to go in.

The villagers all ran out in a swarm, and several of those who ran slowly were squeezed and fell to the ground.

The courtyard of Cui's family was full of ghosts crying and howling, as if they were driven out by ghosts.

Mrs. Cui, who was lying on the ground and wailing, was dumbfounded. She waved and shouted hoarsely.

"Don't...don't go, help...save me...help me————"

But her hoarse shout made the villagers run faster, and even the neighbors who were usually close to her did not dare to stay for a moment.

Mrs. Cui was about to cry but had no tears. She stretched out her bloody hands, lay on the ground, and crawled towards the door. Every time she climbed, her legs hurt terribly. When she reached the threshold, she fainted from the pain.

The silly son of Mr. Cui looked at his mother who climbed to the door stupidly.

He bit his lip. His mother was lying on the threshold. He wanted to sit on the threshold. What should he do?

The silly son laughed twice, dragged her mother's legs hard, and pulled her back into the room.

Now, no one is trying to grab his doorstep, and he can sit on the doorstep again.

Poor Mrs. Cui endured the pain and crawled for a long time, but she was back before liberation!

The village chief also arrived at this time. Seeing the pale-faced villagers, he took them with a solemn look to the small square where the village held meetings to discuss countermeasures.

After listening to what happened to the villagers this morning, he felt that it was not as simple as being haunted. This was obviously someone taking revenge, and there was a mole to take care of it.

"Villagers, please be quiet!"

The village chief stood at the front, stretched out his hands and pressed down.

The noisy small square slowly became quiet, and everyone stared at the village chief.

The village chief cleared his throat and said, "Something strange has happened in our village. This is something we haven't seen in a hundred years. Now, I suspect that there is a trafficker in our village."

When the villagers heard that there was a mole, they started chattering among themselves, suspecting this one and that one.

The village chief squinted his eyes and glanced around, "Everyone, be quiet. I hope that the traitor can come forward on his own initiative. We will never punish him or expel him from the village. As long as he kills the women in our village, Just get the child back."

"I don't agree. If he dares to abduct my wife and child, he must be beaten to death!"

Goudan stood up angrily, raised his fist and shouted.

"Yes, I don't agree with that either. He's a bitch, beat him to death!"

"Kill this traitor and dig up his ancestral grave!"

"We must be driven out of the village and thrown into the mountains to feed the animals."

.....

Someone raised their head, and those with simple minds and well-developed limbs immediately stood up and followed suit.

The village chief was so angry that veins were pulsing on his forehead. It was strange that these idiots could be recruited by the moles who were shouting and killing like this.

"Shut up, you guys, you know nothing. Come on, come on, can this village chief do a good job for you?"

The village chief spitted and cursed angrily.

The few villagers who stood up and screamed shrank their necks, sat down with their heads drooped, and murmured dissatisfaction.

They believe that the mole should be killed if caught.

"Does this village still belong to me? Is it still the village chief?"

The village chief roared and looked at the noisy crowd.

The older villagers in the village immediately shouted, "You must listen to the village chief. The village chief should not listen to the nonsense of these brats."

The village chief glared fiercely at the troublemakers, took two steps with his hands behind his back, and then continued.

"I said, if you don't punish, don't punish. They are all from the same village. Broken bones are still connected, right?"

The old guys who understood what the village chief meant nodded and said, "The village chief is right."

"As long as you dare to stand up and take the initiative to explain, the past will be over. We won't care about you. Don't screw up the whole village just because of you. The village is your root. Remember!"

After the village chief finished speaking, he glanced at everyone with gloomy eyes.

"Okay, let's all close our eyes now. I'll count the dozens. The one who did something wrong will come forward. You only have this one chance. Do you understand?"

The village chief looked around fiercely and shouted, "Okay, starting now, everyone closes their eyes."

"10————"

"9------"

......

"1————"

After the village chief's last words fell, the villagers opened their eyes one after another.