Chapter 25 God’s grace is like the sea, and God’s power is like prison
At dusk, the sky that had stopped raining once again gathered dark clouds, and faint thunder rolled in from the distance.
Stepping on the harder mountain path, all the weapons and belongings carried by Gilo and others were taken away.
They were barefoot, wearing only a thin shirt, their hands tied with hemp rope, and moved forward slowly.
Behind them, about one step away, the young soldiers of the Boy Army held their heads high and raised their thorns, following closely behind the two, ready to pierce their chests at any time.
Gilo looked at the ground with a wry smile on his face. He said he couldn't be a demon hunter, but he couldn't bear the fate and insisted on buying him an official.
Stepping out of the bushes and wild grasses that were nearly shoulder high, a hut camp surrounding the central wooden house appeared in front of Gilo.
There are about sixty or seventy of these huts, forming six long snakes wrapping the wooden houses in the middle.
Each long snake has five rows, and each row contains two opposite huts. There is also a compacted path in the middle of the huts that has been pulled out of weeds.
These thatched houses are basically made of mud and wooden boards. They are square and all face north and south.
In front of the wooden house, there are several long grass sheds and an obvious open space.
In the camp, which is arranged like plum blossoms, young and old villagers carry rattan baskets on their backs, carry firewood, and walk in an orderly manner under the leadership of a few capable villagers.
In the thatched hut, an old woman with arms thicker than her legs was holding a wooden spoon half a person's height and stirring the pot constantly.
Beside the grass shed, more than twenty teenagers were singing hymns loudly.
Following the people in front, Gilo stopped and walked, taking in the whole scene.
Gradually he realized something was wrong.
These villagers are definitely not the villagers he knew. The common tricks, idleness, and pretending to be confused are gone. These stupid villagers have shown unprecedented efficiency.
They even hummed happily while working, instead of complaining as usual.
Under the leadership of several heads of ten households, the villagers gathered in the open space in front of the wooden house like flowing water.
Perhaps in Horn's view, this crooked queue is not neat at all, but in Gilo's view, this is already as neat as a night guard.
Ji Luo couldn't help but wonder if there was still the most terrifying psychic witch here, otherwise how could he make these people obedient.
As a demon hunter who travels all over the world, he knows how difficult these stupid people are to serve.
If you are kinder, they will bully you in turn; if you are more vicious, they will say bad things and do bad things and deliberately delay.
According to Gillo's opinion, they would not be so obedient without whipping them into the air with a brass-tipped leather belt.
But if the witch exists in the heart, how can they stay until now, let alone the need to be interrogated.
Then if all other reasons are eliminated, the remaining one will be the truth no matter how unreasonable it is.
This small Moulin Rouge village and its villagers are all secret parties.
I thought I had caught a thief, but I didn’t expect to stab the old man.
However, Gilo is not afraid. Now that he knows that they are a secret party, things will be easier to handle.
All it takes is a few words later to get them to treat each other with courtesy and untie them.
"I was wrong, I was wrong, I am not a devil -"
Suddenly, Gilo heard a howl that was as shrill as a slaughtered pig. He followed the sound and found that it was the one who called "Everyone" before. "Wait first" armed farmers.
He was being tied up hand and foot by several villagers and hung on a wooden pole like a pig.
“Stop quibbling, devil, do you think everyone is deaf and blind?”
“I’m reporting it! It’s him, it’s because of him that we didn’t rescue him in time!”
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"If you don't have a firm belief, you have a firm disbelief!"
A few refugees and public farmers from the same ten households as him shouted loudly.
In the open space in front of the wooden house, the villagers who finished the pre-dinner hymn did not start dinner as usual, but gathered together.
They were whispering and pointing at the hoisted armed farmer.
"You have heard it. Since everyone has said so, you will naturally be put on trial." Suppressing the resentment in his eyes, Horn couldn't help but look at the wailing of the armed peasant.
The virtual pressure of his hands stopped people from yelling.
"I am not a cold-blooded person." Horn rubbed his bloodshot eyes, "Everyone present is the chosen one of the Holy Father, and the Holy Father's will will be reflected through you and nature...cough Ahem..."
When he was dragged away, something like dust and grass seeds may have fallen into his throat, and Horn felt an itching in his throat. "So, well, in the name of the Holy Father, the rod is fifty. If he lives, it means that his sins have been atoned for. If he dies, it means that he is a devil, and his family will be expelled!"< br>
Two strong refugees stood up, holding sticks as thick as their arms. They were once laborers and tenant farmers of this armed farm family.
"Fight with all your heart." After a glance, Horn said in a hoarse voice.
"Pah——"
"Uh-ah!"
The "crackling" sound of the stick and the flesh suddenly echoed in the small open space.
As time passed, the dark clouds gradually gathered, the shouts became weaker and weaker, and the blood gradually stained the top of the stick red.
The moment the white bones were exposed, many timid villagers cried out.
The peasant women covered their children’s eyes to prevent them from seeing this cruel scene.
Through the bloody light that soared into the sky, and then looked at the standing Mr. Horn, whose face remained unchanged, it seemed that there was another layer of red gauze of fear on the glory that was originally called divinity.
Horn had to do this.
If betrayal has no price, then loyalty is meaningless.
He didn't want to see what happened today happen again.
Facing the man whose lower body was only connected by a layer of skin, Horn turned around expressionlessly: "The Holy Father sentenced him to death and the whole family was exiled."
After two seconds of silence Finally, the villagers raised their hands in fear and cheered wildly.
The armed farmer's wife and a pair of children were driven towards the river by people from the same ten households.
They knelt on the ground begging for mercy and kowtowing to Horn, but it was of no use.
Driven away by other young and strong wooden sticks from the same ten households, they fell into the water one by one.
Seeing the family splashing in the water, a trace of unbearability flashed between Jeanna's eyebrows.
She turned her head away from them.
Father Coser stood up again and said: "Lord Saint Sunson, please let Lao Coser say something pertinent, there is no precedent for this, it is just like this, there is no such rule..."
"My rules are the rules!" He growled, and Horn felt dizzy, and an unnatural blush flashed across his face, "You want to defend him?"
Father Cosset looked around, but received no support from anyone, and even the eyes of others were cold.
The cold sweat on his forehead immediately came down: "No, no, no, I didn't mean that. Master Sheng Sunzi speaks of the Holy Constitution, it's so fair!"
This family still wants to go ashore. , but they were driven away by people from the same ten households with sticks, and they were knocked into the water again and again.
They were crying, shouting and cursing at other people from the same ten households, and begged Horn for mercy without giving up.
Standing on the shore, Busak shouted to the armed farmers: "You should swim to the nearby hills earlier. It's going to rain. The holy will has been decided. If you continue to waste time like this, , I’m afraid even my life will be lost.”
Seeing that it was going to rain heavily, the family members of the armed farmers hugged a piece of driftwood and swam to the other side.
Covering his mouth, Horn coughed violently for a while, and then spit out a mouthful of thick yellow-green phlegm.
He shouted to the well-fed and drunk boy army: "Let's go with me to interrogate the demon hunter and the monk."
If he wants to run away, he will still want to follow the normal path in the future. If you make a fortune through channels, then you will never be able to get ahead of yourself.
Especially there is a "saint" here. If it attracts a big one, the consequences will be disastrous.
He had to know the specific situation. Why did the priest of Hedge Country send someone here? What went wrong?
Before he took two steps, Horn felt his nose was extremely itchy, and subconsciously, he sneezed.
As if a fuse was activated, Horn sneezed seven or eight times in a row. Jeanne immediately walked up and held Horn's arm.
"Brother, why do you seem to be sick..." Jeanne reached out and touched Horn's forehead, "I have a bit of a fever, why don't you take a rest first and go after dinner."
"No, let's go now." Horn broke free from Jeanne's arm. Surrounded by an army of children, he still wanted to interrogate first.
Just when Jeanne was hesitating whether to use strong tactics and directly carry the grandson back, she saw Haze running over with a look of horror on his face.
"Master, Master Saint Sunson, monk, that monk escaped!"
The voice was not loud, but Horn felt a roar in his ears.
(End of this chapter)