Among the villagers were relatives of old man Li Yingkui, who pointed at us and cursed us excitedly. An old man with a dignified face came over with his hands behind his back and waved his hand to signal them to shut up. They were really obedient and shut up immediately. There was silence all around. Judging from his appearance, he should be an authoritative figure like the village chief.
He looked at the five of us and coughed twice. Then a middle-aged fat man squeezed in from the outside of the crowd and walked up to us. This fat man was really too fat. He was not very short, but because he was too wide, he was almost like a winter melon. His head was abnormally large, not much smaller than a washbasin. His small eyes were shining, revealing a fierce evil spirit.
I didn't need to look at him a second time to know that he was a person with magical skills, because we were both Taoist disciples, and from his eyes I could tell that this person had a deep Taoist practice. He should be Mr. Ma, right? It's just that his image was too bad, just Mr. Winter Melon.
When the man saw the fat man coming, he frowned and said, "Mr. Ma, this woman killed Li Yingkui and his wife, what should we do with the others?"
My heart sank. As expected, I was right. This fat guy was Mr. Ma.
Fat Winter Melon said with a fake smile: "Village Chief Liu, these people are all accomplices, all guilty of the same crime, so bury them all!"
We were stunned. What did they mean by burying him? We live in a society ruled by law. Even if Qu Mo killed someone, he should be handed over to the judicial department. What right do you have to punish us
"This... is it hard to convince everyone?" Village Chief Liu said with difficulty.
Fat Winter Melon sneered and said, "These people are all evildoers. If we don't bury them decisively, Bailing Village will be in trouble!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd was in an uproar. Everyone looked at us in panic, saying that we were evildoers and that we must be buried. It seemed that these fools had been deceived by Fatty Winter Melon for a long time and believed everything. Do you know what an evildoer is? If I were not an evildoer, could you hold us down
"Okay then, drag him to Lingxi and bury him." Village chief Liu waved his hand and left.
Fuck him, we understand the last sentence, he wants to bury us all alive! There are really people who disregard the law and even carry out private executions, and such a cruel method of burying people alive!
"Village Chief Liu, why do you want to bury us alive? Even if we killed someone, we should hand it over to the police. What you are doing is the same as being a murderer!" I shouted at the back of Village Chief Liu.
The bastard village chief didn't even look back, and hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd. Damn, it seems that the real boss of Bailing Village is the bastard surnamed Ma. I looked up at him angrily, and his pair of small eyes were also staring at me, with a smug smile on his face.
"Drag us away!" The bastard suddenly gave an order, and dozens of villagers came up and pulled us west.
Shen Bing and the others shouted and cursed in anger, but the more they cursed, the happier this bastard laughed. I was too lazy to waste my words. The other party was obviously trying to kill us. There was no point in cursing. I might as well use my brains and think of a countermeasure. Qu Mo looked at me with an apologetic look on her face. I shook my head at her and told her not to think too much. We had been through life and death together many times. At most, we would really die this time. It would be quite lively in the underworld.
Suddenly, I noticed that the blood on her body had become lighter, not as bright as at first, and slightly yellow. I was a little puzzled. Did the light from the villagers' flashlights and torches change my vision, or did the blood fade? I was staggering because of their pushing, so my perspective on Qu Mo was different. The blood was still very light, which was not normal!