Chapter 174 No one should...
There are torches everywhere.
People hold it in their hands, light it in front of each house, and burn it in the open space of the festival.
The orange flames seemed to engulf the entire village.
The girl was tied tightly with countless strips of cloth, like a silkworm chrysalis, lying on a high wooden frame unable to move, and rags were stuffed into her mouth, which made her lose consciousness. It was difficult to even whimper.
The neatly arranged wood, together with the girl, formed a huge, unlit torch.
A middle-aged couple stood in front of the wooden frame.
The wife clung to the man and cried, as if she couldn't bear to look at the child on the wooden frame. The husband stood with an indifferent expression, with a cold light shining in his eyes.
There were two people sitting on the high platform not far from the wooden frame, a gray-haired old man and a young girl.
The old man is the village chief, and the girl...
Her pink lips moved slightly and she slowly smiled, "What a grand farce."
The village chief lowered his head in fear, "Master Ruan is right."
>The villagers watching the ceremony gathered around the wooden frame, forming an impenetrable wall of people, each holding a torch in their hands.
The men stood in front, the firelight reflecting the calmness and cruelty on their faces.
The women stood behind, the firelight lighting up the tears on their drooping cheeks.
Their situation was very similar to that of a couple standing in front of a wooden frame and hugging each other.
The girl sitting on the high platform frowned impatiently, "Why haven't you started yet? I'm a little tired of waiting."
Her brown eyes reflected the cold light of the knife.
The husband standing in front of the wooden frame had already taken out the dagger. He glanced at the girl wrapped in a cloth with a calm expression, and then spoke.
“The village chief has asked me to do this, and the effect will be better.”
After saying this, he did not hesitate...
The blood immediately poured out, like a steady stream of bright red water. After soaking the cloth, it immediately flowed onto the wood under the girl's body.
The sound of dripping blood, dripping, dripping, seemed extremely clear in the middle of the night when there was only the sound of burning flames.
In the darkness, the color of the blood was almost obscured by the brown-black color of the wood and the dark brown color of the earth.
The girl twisted in fear, and the taut cloth strips trembled. The biggest swing was her head.
She was shaking her head, maybe begging him not to.
The husband spoke again.
"Everything is for the village." After saying that, he took a step forward.
The girl's body was like a fish on a chopping board, trembling violently due to disembowelment.
The girl on the high platform praised.
"Wonderful!"
The village chief showed a smile on his face, "As long as Master Ruan is satisfied."
The girl called Master Ruan snorted lightly, "You old thing, don't Acting like the festival is just my own bad taste."
She stretched out her green-white fingers to appreciate it, "After all, you begged me to hold this festival."
"I am here to fulfill your wish."
"Yes, yes, yes!" The village chief nodded repeatedly, "Master Ruan worked hard for the village, and our village will remember it in our hearts! Likewise, we will not slack off for a moment in what you have arranged for us to do!"
Ruan The master curled his lips and looked away from his fingers.
"Boring, speed up the progress!"
While the two were talking, the girl was already dying.
Those red dots bloom like plum blossoms. The husband stood in front of the girl, caught off guard, and met a pair of tearful, desperate eyes.
The village chief stretched out his hand towards Master Ruan, "Here comes the most exciting part. I tried to figure out what the master meant and deliberately took off the cloth that blindfolded my eyes."
Master Ruan was satisfied. Nodding, "Well done."
The girl's vitality is gradually draining away, and she will definitely die with this knife.
Facing those eyes, the husband’s hand holding up the dagger hesitated for a rare moment.
Master Ruan's eyes showed interest, "It is indeed a wonderful thing."
She clapped her slender palms together suddenly, making a crisp sound in the dark night.
The husband closed his eyes instantly...
The cloth in the girl's mouth was quickly stained red, blood filled the nose, mouth and esophagus, and the sound of coughing and choking was sealed under the cloth.
The girl's head moved and there was no reaction.
The husband gasped and opened his eyes, watching his child's eyes gradually lose their luster until they were completely gray.
Like the eyes of a fish that struggled but died miserably.
Master Ruan stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, and said in an exaggerated tone: "It's all my fault. I applauded too early and scared this [great] father."
"The best part is It’s such a pity that it ended like this.”
The eyes of the dead fish seemed to move, and the husband couldn’t help but take a step back.
Master Ruan laughed like a silver bell, "Look at him, he is scared by his own daughter."
The topic changed, she looked at the sweating village chief, and suddenly said excitedly: "It's not over yet, I thought of a more exciting way to play!"
"Then leave it to the mother of the child!"
The village chief took out a sweat towel and wiped his forehead sweating, "Okay, just follow what Master Ruan said."
The wife whimpered and stepped back uncontrollably, but the husband who had just finished bleeding his daughter quickly turned around.
He handed the blood-stained dagger to his wife, and the bright firelight only illuminated half of his face.
Between light and dark, coldness and blood intertwined on his face.
The wife couldn't tell for a moment who was more terrifying, the master on the high platform or the husband who slept on the same bed every day.
The festival was going on wonderfully, and no one noticed that in the far corner, a thin figure quietly left the scene.
Running all the way, the June night wind blew the cold sweat all over Dongsheng's body, making her tremble with the cold.
She is running, even more so.
It wasn’t until he could barely hear the burning sound of the flames that kept lingering in his ears that Dongsheng turned pale and stopped.
Exhausted, she held on to a big tree on the side of the road and vomited wildly.
Even though she barely ate anything during the whole day, she just couldn't stop vomiting and almost vomited out the bile. Only then did Dong Sheng curl up on the ground in pain while holding her twitching stomach.
She burst into tears, hating herself from the bottom of her heart.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm the one who deserves to die! I'm sorry!"
Dongsheng felt that she was guilty, so guilty that she should immediately tell everyone in the village that she was the one who should be tied up with cloth, Man lying on a wooden frame.
But she didn't have the courage to do any of this.
She did not have the courage to face Ling Chi who came from her biological parents.
The night wind took away that whisper, and countless "I'm sorry" disappeared in the wind.
Dongsheng pulled away from the memories and covered her tearful eyes with a warm hand.
The voice gently called her name.
"Dongsheng, no one should be tied to a wooden frame."