squeamish bag [rebirth]

"Fire...burning?" Yan Laoshi and the villagers showed disapproval.

"This won't work, absolutely not!" Yan Laoshi shook his head resolutely and said, "Even if Yan Qing is possessed by a ghost, he is still a living person, how can he be burned to death!"

"He's a ghost now, and he's not a human being at all." Widow Zhao stared straight at Yan Qinghe with her turbid eyes, and a strange smile flashed across her wrinkled face, "We burned him to death to help him get rid of the ghost." control!"

This old woman is really talking nonsense!

Yan Qinghe couldn't take it anymore, he cast his eyes on the villagers impatiently, and couldn't help laughing at the look of a few villagers who were about to move.

They don't really want to burn him, do they?

Yan Qinghe couldn't help but said, "Don't listen to her nonsense..."

Although he doesn't want to use Yan Qing's body to survive, it doesn't mean he wants to be burned to death!

However, Yan Qinghe's voice was drowned out in the heated debate among the villagers.

"Village chief, Widow Zhao is right... What we burned was not Yan Qing, but a ghost. We are not harming him, but helping him..."

"That's right, village chief, we can't just watch Yan Qing's body being ruined by a ghost!"

A few opposing voices were overshadowed by the majority of voices in favor.

Under the arrogance of those who agreed, and the cries of Yan An and Yan Ning, Yan Qinghe didn't even have a chance to struggle, so he was tied to a big tree next to the thatched hut.

The rough bark made his flesh ache, and the place where he was bound by the hemp rope also leaked blood faintly, and the grievances in Yan Qinghe's heart flooded up overwhelmingly.

When did he, the majestic Yan family's crown prince, suffer so much!

He wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry when facing the group of people who wanted to burn him to death!

Grandpa once said, don't cry in front of your enemies, they will laugh.

So, no matter how painful it was, he couldn't cry in front of those who wanted to burn him to death!

They want to burn him?Then burn it!

Anyway, he has already died once, and he won't feel anything if he dies again!

The only regret is probably that these two poor kids will lose their 'brother' body——

Yan Qinghe involuntarily looked at the two children who were crying heart-piercingly. He looked at their crying little faces like cats, and heard their cries mixed with fear. His lips moved for a long time, but he couldn't say anything. Ding came with some comforting words.

After all, he is not their brother!

"Pile firewood and light a fire!"

As Widow Zhao's deliberately majestic voice fell, several villagers came over with firewood.

Yan Qinghe watched with cold eyes as they piled firewood around and surrounded themselves tightly, and then watched with cold eyes that they turned back, took the torches, and returned to him with eyes full of eyes.

"Yan Qing, when you get to the bottom, don't blame us!"

"If you want to blame, you can blame the ghost on your body. He killed you. We have no choice but to do this..."

"Yan Qing, get on your way!"

"..."

In the crowd, I don't know who sighed, and with this sigh, there were also the hysterical cries of Yan An and Yan Ning, and...the sound of the torches falling to the ground.

Soon, the fire ignited the firewood, and the flames gradually swept up——

A large cloud of thick smoke hit his face, and Yan Qing couldn't even open his eyes due to the smoke.

"Ahem..." He coughed violently, with snot and tears running down his face.

He was so hot that his whole body hurt, and he felt a strong suffocation——

Yan Qinghe subconsciously opened his mouth to breathe, and thick smoke invaded his mouth and nose, causing him another heart-piercing cough.

Before he recovered from his cough, the raging fire suddenly sprang up and rushed straight into his face.

"It hurts..."

A severe burning sensation came from the face, and besides the pain, Yan Qinghe seemed to smell something burnt.

This smell reminded him of the honey-roasted suckling pig specially made for him by the chef at the birthday banquet. It was bald and browned in color——

The suckling pig has a chef to control the heat, the color of the suckling pig is very good-looking and the taste is very delicious, but he was roasted by a pile of firewood, so the death may not look good!

Yan Qing and Heitan in the shape of the human body reflexively appeared in his mind, thinking that he would become like that, his whole body would be bad!

He, he doesn't want to be burned to death!

"Help... cough cough... help..."

While calling for help, Yan Qinghe kept rubbing the dry and rough bark with his wrists. His wrists were so painful, but he didn't dare to stop, he didn't want to become a piece of blackened charcoal.

With great difficulty, Yan Qinghe broke free from the hemp rope and staggered to jump out of the firewood pile, the fire in front of him had already reached his chest.

He can't escape!

The thick smoke made Yan Qinghe dizzy, and the feeling of suffocation in his chest became heavier and heavier. He couldn't see or hear anything clearly, and his ears kept buzzing.

He is dying!

Yan Qinghe leaned against the big tree limply, his heart was completely swallowed by despair, his consciousness gradually disappeared, and even the buzzing sound in his ears became farther and farther away.

In a daze, Yan Qinghe felt his body getting lighter and lighter, as if he was flying.

Is this his soul coming out of his body?

"Brother...Brother..."

Why did he hear the voices of the two broken children again?

Thinking about these two children, they are really pitiful. Not to mention their parents are gone, and now even the only 'brother' who cares about them is gone. They must have a very difficult life in the future.

No matter how sad for them, these are beyond his control, after all, he is a soul!

But does the soul also feel pain?

Why does he feel his face hurts?

Like, like the pain of someone hitting him in the face!

Hey, it hurts more and more...

"pain……"

Looking at the unconscious man, Lou Jing grunted in pain, and finally stopped slapping his face with his hand.

As soon as he came down from hunting on the mountain, he saw the scene of Yan Qinghe falling into the fire, and without thinking about it, he rushed in and brought him out——

Fortunately, fortunately!

Lou Jing turned his eyes to Yan An and Yan Ning, whose noses and tears were streaming down their faces, "Don't cry, your brother is still alive."

Hearing that the elder brother was still alive, the two children were excited for a moment, and the tears flowed even more fiercely.

Lou Jing didn't know how to comfort him, so he just said, "Look at him first, I'll come as soon as I go..."

As soon as Yan An heard that Lou Jing was going out, deep fear flashed across his dirty little face, and he hugged Lou Jing's leg reflexively, "...No, don't go out, they will burn my brother to death... "

Yan Ning also hugged Lou Jing's thigh in a similar manner, and looked at him with pitiful eyes.

Although he lived with the two children for a period of time, Lou Jing still didn't know how to get along with the children. Being hugged by two soft children, he didn't even dare to make any big movements. I am here, no one dares to touch your brother!"

Lou Jing had just rescued his elder brother from the fire, and the two children believed in his words. If he said that no one dared to touch his elder brother, it was certain that no one would dare to touch his elder brother.

The two children returned to the bed, guarding Yan Qinghe who was unconscious on the bed.

Lou Jing took a deep look at them before turning around and limping out of the thatched hut. He looked at the villagers in a circle outside, his sharp-edged faces exuding an invisible chill.

The villagers who were going to burn Yan Qinghe to death felt a little guilty when they saw the building scene. After all, the person they were going to burn to death just now was his wife——

"Lou Lihu, we have a reason to burn your wife..." Someone in the crowd said something.

With a cold face, Lou Jing said blankly, "What's the reason?"

"You, your daughter-in-law is possessed by a ghost..."

"Yeah, he said he wasn't Yan Qing, what was it... what Yan Qinghe, he even beat Yan An and Yan Ning, we had no choice but to burn him to death!"

Several villagers chattered and talked, taking it for granted, as if burning Yan Qing to death was a righteous and awe-inspiring thing.

Lou Jing looked at them coldly without saying a word.

Seeing that his expression was not very good, the villagers who spoke gradually disappeared.

Although Lou Jing is crippled, his strong figure is terrifying to look at, and the villagers dare not provoke him easily.

Seeing that the villagers were silent, Widow Zhao stood up and said in a deep voice, "Lou Oru, the one lying here is not your daughter-in-law Yan Qing, but a ghost!"

"If you don't burn the ghost to death..." Widow Zhao warned three points, and said threateningly: "Be careful that the ghost haunts you!"

Some villagers also persuaded: "Yes, Lou Orion, just hand him over..."

"You can't take the lives of the whole village just because of a ghost!"

Lou Jing looked at the villagers in front of him with complicated emotions.

These people all grew up watching Yan Qing, but now they want to burn him to death because of a 'spirit' that they can't see at all——

Lou Jing took a deep breath, and squeezed out a word from his throat: "Get lost!"