Mr. Gu, who was hiding inside and refused to open the door, said in a veiled tone, "I understand. I will try my best to keep your child. Go and collect a thousand yuan first so that I can help you buy incense and offerings to the gods."
These bastards killed people and children and still asked for money. Isn't that selling people and asking them to count money for you? I was also angry. I wanted to kick the door open and beat these bastards out. Lu Fei, Wang Zijun and Shen Bing couldn't bear it anymore. They were ready to knock on the door.
Qu Mo and I quickly stopped them and whispered to them, "Don't be impulsive. Wait until the little brats come. Don't alert the enemy yet." We pulled them away and hid behind a corner.
The eldest sister-in-law kowtowed and cried, "Where can a woman like me get so much money? Mr. Gu, can you help me pay it first? I will pay you double when my husband comes back from work." Indeed, the one thousand yuan is an astronomical figure, otherwise their living conditions would not be so backward.
"This is difficult to deal with. I don't have that much money. Let's wait and see what Xiantong says." Mr. Gu said.
The sister-in-law begged desperately, and later the bastard fell silent. After a few minutes, the door creaked open, and a middle-aged man stood at the door. There was a stern look on his face. He stared at the sister-in-law kneeling on the ground and said, "The fairy boy is here, come in!" Then he turned and walked back.
We were startled. The kid is here? But we didn't see how he got here, and how did he get into the house
The eldest sister-in-law almost crawled into the house, and the onlookers did not dare to go in, all tilting their heads to look in. A few of us quietly mixed in with the crowd and secretly peeped inside.
The light in the room was very dim, and there was an evil aura. I vaguely saw an eight-immortal table against the wall, with an incense burner and three incense sticks burning. The kid was standing on the table, with his eyes closed and motionless. This kid was really here. I guess there is a back door in this room, but we didn't see it when he came in.
Mr. Gu stood on one side of the table and coughed a few times. My sister-in-law quickly kowtowed hard. I thought that if she kept kowtowing like this, her forehead would definitely be broken.
"The sons of the Tian family in Xiaofeng Village have offended this god. One has been sent to hell, and the other will be left to be taken care of by the Tian family until the end of their lives!" The kid spoke without opening his eyes. His voice was old and had a hint of immortal voice. But it was too fucking ridiculous. He called himself this god. Are you a fake god? But it also confirmed my thoughts. He really killed a child. Alas!
"Oh, my son..." When Tian heard that his son had been sent to hell, she screamed halfway and fainted.
We were all furious, but the villagers looked respectful, almost kneeling down to kowtow. It seemed that they thought the kid was a messenger of the gods, and his presence was like the gods had arrived.
Mr. Gu pinched Tian's philtrum to wake her up, and then the kid said, "This child can be spared the death penalty, but cannot be forgiven for his crime. If you continue to offer incense to me every year, you may be exempted from punishment."
At first, the eldest sister-in-law was still saying that it would be okay to save one son, but when she heard the bad news that she had lost her son, she collapsed. Now after waking up, she looks a little stupid and keeps giggling.
"Great God and Bodhisattva, how did my son offend you?" the sister-in-law asked with a silly smile.
"They stole the flowers and fruits in front of my throne, they deserve to die!" The second uncle of the □□ family, they deserve to die for stealing fruits in front of the throne? Which god is so cruel
"Where is my son? Where is he? Let me ask him." The eldest sister-in-law became more and more confused, her eyes were dull, and she spoke like she was talking in a sleep.
Mr. Gu, with a gloomy face, brought out a child from the inner room. The child looked to be about five or six years old. It was unclear whether the child was frightened or bewitched by some evil spell, but he stood there like a wooden man.
When the sister-in-law saw her son, her eyes widened immediately. She suddenly jumped up from the ground, picked up a pair of scissors from the table next to her, and stabbed them into her son's stomach!
Blood splattered on the spot, which was beyond everyone's expectation and they were all stunned!