Chapter 971 Fire
Soon, another villager picked up a torch. Huang Laodao held the torch. The red-orange firelight made his eyes look dark and sinister, and the crisscrossing wrinkles on his face looked like ravines in the mountains. Forest.
With a ferocious smile on his face that only Shu Ci could see, he grabbed her hair tightly and lifted it up. The burning torch came to Shu Ci's face in an extremely brutal manner. before.
The jumping flames almost burned her eyelashes, and the high temperature hit her face, rolling and burning her eyes.
Huang Laodao had sinister intentions and was deliberately scaring people. He wanted to see her scream and make a fool of herself, but what made him extremely regretful was that the seriously injured woman in front of him didn't even move his eyelids.
Not to mention being scared, there was still a sarcastic sneer in her eyes, without fear or fear, and she calmly looked at the burning fire in front of her, as if there was no wave in her eyes.
That too calm reaction made Huang Laodao feel a hair in his heart. How could this be the behavior of a normal person?
The matter has come to this, and he is not allowed to think too much. Huang Laodao has a stern look in his eyes. In full view of everyone, he delivers the torch burning with strong oil in his hand without mercy. On Shu Ci's delicate face, Rolling up and down.
Perhaps this scene was so cruel that everyone gave up their breathing involuntarily. Aunt Wu couldn't bear to look at each other and turned her head to secretly wipe away her tears.
I thought that the shrill screams would break the peace of this morning, but to everyone's surprise, the torch seemed to fall on a dead person, except for the slight burn of skin and flesh in the air. The aroma was unexpected, but it didn't make any sound.
Shu Ci's motionless look made everyone feel butterflies in their hearts.
Someone asked in a low voice: "Tao... Taoist Priest, why didn't she say anything?"
Huang Laodao had never experienced such a thing, his heart was like monsters and mountain ghosts. For a flesh and blood body, the pain of being burned by fire will be unbearable. Even if the mind is extremely strong, no one can bear the pain of burning skin, so they should have some reaction.
Not to mention that others looked like a dead person, even Huang Laodao himself felt like he was burning a corpse.
Until Shu Ci's pretty face was mostly destroyed, the red spots on the mouth were peeling off horribly, and the face was completely destroyed for fear of death.
Women are born to love beauty, and Yaoxie is no exception, but at this moment, Huang Laodao really couldn't feel any mood swings in her.
The eyes were sharp and cold, looking into his eyes was like looking into a dead person.
It was clear that she was in his hands at this moment, and she was at the mercy of others, but at this moment she looked more like a condescending superior watching a three-year-old child act rudely.
Huang Laodao was struck by her gaze that sent a chill down his spine, his throat tightened, and his hair stood on end. He unconsciously turned his gaze away, not daring to continue to interact with those pair of eyes that were like a deep black pool. Eyes meeting each other.
Throwing the torch in his hand with a bang, Huang Laodao let go of his palms and let Shu Ci's body fall to the ground weakly.
He pointed at Shu Ci with shaking hands, looking extremely angry: "Monster! You really are a monster!"
Everyone saw Shu Ci's bleak description, and there was no sympathy in their hearts. They only felt that this scene was terrifying. His face looked increasingly sad and evil, and he knew at first glance that he was not an ordinary person.
A trace of fear arose spontaneously. Everyone knew that if they continued to keep this strange woman alive, they would be in trouble.
"I'm afraid that something evil has been attracted! How can ordinary people not be afraid of pain? Hurry and gather some firewood! Burn her to death!"
Huang Laodao drank there. As soon as he gave the order, firewood was piled up around him, and he was walking like a dragon and a tiger. He went over and said sternly: "You harmful evildoer, I have given you a chance, but you don't repent and harm people wantonly. There is reincarnation in the way of heaven, and no one will be spared by heaven! I will slay the evil spirits today, and save this world for all the people in the world." Disaster!”
He picked up the torch again and looked at Shu Ci's burned face. He felt regretful and happy at the same time. There was a vicious light in his eyes, but all he was talking about was benevolence, justice and morality.
"It doesn't matter if this face is ruined, it will save you the chance to rely on your coquettish face to seduce men everywhere and defraud money! Such a shameless description is the most suitable for you, I mean. Today..."
Before he finished speaking, a figure suddenly rushed out from the crowd. Huang Laodao was punched hard in the face. His cheeks were sunken, his bones were cracked and broken, and the bridge of his nose was crooked. He wailed miserably. With a sound, the whole person fell straight down.
The sudden turn of events made everyone scream in surprise, and they gathered around to see who was the bold and unruly person who dared to beat the old god in front of everyone?
"You are so bold and presumptuous! How dare you do this to me..." Huang Laodao covered his completely sunken and crooked face, with nosebleeds and painful tears, but he still did not forget to show off.
Just as he was about to stand up, a foot fell heavily on the wrist holding the torch.
He ouched again, feeling that his wrist bones were about to be crushed. He no longer cared about his superior demeanor and hurriedly said: "Easy! Easier! It hurts!"< br>
The man snatched the torch away. The next moment, Huang Laodao's cheeks were hot. When he opened his eyes, he saw a raging fire burning in front of his eyes.
"Ah! Ah!!" He was so frightened that he was out of his mind, his head shrank back hard, and he made an imageless scream like an old rooster.
Bailian waved the torch in his hand vigorously, and the faces of everyone who was about to surround him were reddened by the firelight, and they also looked horrified, and they did not dare to come near.
Some attentive people secretly glanced at Huang Laodao, who was lying on the ground and barking like a dead dog, and couldn't help but wonder.
Why is it that the old immortal with profound Taoist teachings can't even hold back the sick and weak young master of the Baili family with his fist?
It was just a fistful, and it was howling on the ground.
Why do all the masters from the Immortal Mountain look like this?
Perhaps there was a big gap in his heart. Huang Laodao looked too cowardly when he was knocked down by a punch. Everyone couldn't help but doubt his true level, and the footsteps that came around him stopped one after another. Watching from afar.
Why couldn't Balian understand the changes in the expressions on everyone's faces? He sneered: "What? It's strange for you to bear the pain without saying a word. That's not allowed. Take a punch from me and fall to the ground. Wailing in pain is strange and unacceptable, so... what should a normal person do?"
Everyone was immediately silenced by the question.
Huang Laodao saw clearly who the person was, and felt great hatred in his heart. He took a sip and said angrily: "Don't listen to this kid's monstrous words to confuse the public! He is just a lustful person who is mentally retarded. He With that bitch… …Ahhh! !”
Bailian’s hand fell vertically and hit the old Taoist’s face. He shook his head desperately and kept screaming.
Bailian's eyes were downcast, his expression seemed calm, but there was deep anger hidden in his eyes. He looked at Huang Laodao with no expression on his face as he flicked hard on the ground, avoiding the torch.
Again without saying a word, he bent down and punched Huang Laodao hard in the face.
The force was not weak at all. When he put his arms away, his fists were bleeding. The old Taoist priest was silenced with one punch. Before he could take a breath, Bailian didn't even straighten his back. He punched Huang Laodao so hard that he was beyond recognition. , the original facial features of each face could no longer be seen clearly, and his limbs were twitching painfully on the ground, and he could only make a weak groan to express his final feeble protest.
Everyone’s scalp was numb and their hands and feet were cold.
Baili's little husband looks so sick that he can't even get out of bed, and even lifting a chicken seems to be difficult. I didn't expect that he would be ruthless and unambiguous. This guy is so crazy. It's so powerful that it really makes people feel chilled and frightened when they look at it.
Aunt Wu looked at it, although her heart was filled with joy, but she still covered her mouth with false surprise on her face, and screamed: "Why did you beat someone like this? Oh, my old god, your face Why is it swollen like a pig’s head? Mr. Baili, you must be too cruel.”
Wait until Baili. After Li An finished punching him, Aunt Wu walked over slowly, pretending to pull Bai Li An's sleeve, and said anxiously: "Ouch, Ouch, please don't hit Mr. Baili, look at him, he's already beating someone." What's going on? If I fight again, I'll be dead."
God knows where Mrs. Wu is so angry with Mom.
That erratic little look in his eyes almost said why he didn’t add two more fists.
Bailian is also an honest person. As expected, he pulled out his sleeves and punched him twice.
This is clearly the rhythm of beating people to death.
There are still some blindly superstitious people in the village. Although some people are shaken by Huang Laodao's ability and identity, even if he is not really a capable old god, he is still alive. A human life.
You can’t really let someone be beaten to death.
Everyone didn't care about anything and quickly gathered around to hold Bailian's arm. The combined strength of a dozen thick and round-waisted women must not be underestimated.
What is shocking is that the body of the young husband of the Baili family is like a rock born on the earth, motionless.
Seeing that Huang Laodao's eyes were about to bulge out from being beaten, Aunt Wu saw that it was true and was so frightened that she said anxiously: "I really don't want to beat him?! I really don't want to beat him, my dear husband, even if this man It's a huge crime, so I have to give him a chance to defend myself, right? Oh, don’t be so cruel, Sister Su! Sister Su, please come and persuade your husband!” It’s not worth it for a good person like my husband to go to jail for his life.
Shu Ci heard Aunt Wu’s call and glanced at Balian silently, as if she didn’t understand. She was obviously the one who was beaten and burned, so why was this piece of meat so angry that it looked like his dead wife? Similar.
However, she was thinking about Balian's injuries. His body had not recovered in the past few days. Such a violent fight and arousing anger would not do any good to his injuries.
Shu Ci stood up and walked over with the support of Aunt Wu, staggering to Balian's side, and said calmly: "Don't hit me, it will hurt your eyes."
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It seemed that she was here to break up the fight, but Shuci was not a good person. She walked over and stretched out her feet, stepping on Huang Laodao's toes and ankle bones inch by inch.
The sound of cracking bones made people shudder. Listening to the sound, you knew that Moyo's bones were broken.
Huang Laodao was so heartbroken by the pain that he almost confessed like this.
Shu Ci also imitated Aunt Wu's trick, pretending to pull Balian's blood-stained fist, staggering forward, and crushing Huang Laodao's other leg bone.
Huang Laodao let out a heart-wrenching cry, and his face was covered with saliva and blood. He looked extremely miserable.
Shu Ci's words must be repaid, and any grudges must be repaid, but she was just pretending to be unsteady, just when she was about to adjust her posture to stand up.
But his waist suddenly tightened, his feet left the ground, and his body was lifted up by Bai Lian.
As for the people who gathered from all directions to watch the excitement, Bailian slightly squinted his eyes coldly without saying a word. Just his stern face stained with blood made everyone retreat three feet away. .
Huang Laodao was finally able to breathe. His old face was so covered with blood that he could no longer open his eyes. His throat was stuck with bloody phlegm and he begged for mercy in a vague voice.
“Stop hitting me...don’t hit me...please, stop hitting me. I was wrong. Spare me...spare me. I won’t dare to do it again.”
However, Bai Lian didn't even give him a look. His eyes lingered closely on Shu Ci's burnt and bright red face for a while. A shadowy color slowly appeared in his eyes that were usually as clear as a stream, which made everyone look at him. My heart was filled with embarrassment.
This makes people have a terrible thought in their minds for no reason.
I am afraid that this matter today cannot be solved kindly.
Looking at the cannibalistic look in Baili's little husband's eyes, Huang Laodao was afraid of death and it would be difficult for him to leave the village alive today.
Xu Shi Huang Laodao's humming voice was too noisy. Balian frowned, raised his eyes, and glanced at him lightly. There was a little blood splattered on his face at the moment, and he looked natural. There is a hint of bloody cruelty.
"Then you might as well tell me, where is the mistake?"
Huang Laodao spit out the broken teeth embedded in the tongue flesh while he was bleeding, and said sadly: "Old Taoist should not harbor evil intentions. Beat your wife After the idea was rejected, he wanted to take revenge and deliberately led her into the river to scare her."
As soon as these words came out, the truth was revealed and everyone was stunned, and they were really shocked. Old magician?
The women in the village who had been taken over by Huang Lao Tao in the name of cultivating immortals and eliminating evil spirits, so that they could give birth to a child who had eaten several times, suddenly burst into tears, as if their husbands were dead, one by one Crying that he was dead, he rushed over with disheveled hair and claws, and scratched the old Taoist priest's bloody face.
The old Taoist priest suffered for himself and complained endlessly. In the hands of these women, he only felt that he had survived another disaster.
Aunt Wu also sighed: "You people are just bringing the blame on yourselves. Poor little girl like me, you have suffered a disaster for no reason, and your face has been ruined like this because of your ignorance. You have the nerve to cry here! It’s so embarrassing.”
Bailian glanced at those ignorant women, and spat out two words with his thin lips stained with blood: "Get out of the way."
These women had seen what Bailian's methods were. How ruthless, not daring to make any mistakes, so he quickly cleaned up his tears and messy hair, and retreated quickly.
(End of this chapter)