1129. Chapter 1129: Grow virtues for children


Chapter 1129: Building virtues for children

It was impossible to expose He Naizi, so Mr. Long just listened to it seriously and didn't take it to heart anyway.

Looking up, they had already entered the village. Several black figures were standing in the middle of the road, blocking He Naizi's way.

"He Naizi, send us back."

What is this?

It's so dark, doesn't it look like a human being?

All of them looked fierce, could they be He Naizi's enemies?

So if He Naizi is blocked here, will Cai Gen and the others be able to come over and save him?

Just when he wanted to have fun, He Naizi didn't slow down and directly knocked away the few black figures blocking the road.

"What a useless snack. Why do you want to go back without doing any work?"

"He Naizi, are you being unreasonable? The things on Taiqing Ditch are much more ferocious than us. If we hadn't run fast, we would have been thrown on them.

Are you calling us to help, or are you trying to harm us? ”

Damn it, it turned out to be He Naizi's group.

Young Master Long suddenly remembered that He Naizi had indeed summoned some evil spirit to sacrifice the villagers just now. With these guys here, would the villagers feel cold?

He Naizi remained unmoved, as if they were not worth stopping at all.

"You are a waste, why do you blame me?

I don't have time to pay attention to you. If you want to go, you will die if you don't.

Follow me and take you back to your hometown. ”

Here is the key point. What He Naizi said about going back to his hometown and Heiying and the others wanted to go back are probably different. So Heiying was afraid and did not continue to pester. Instead, he stood in the middle of the road, looking helpless and aggrieved. He is a child abandoned by his parents.

After leaving the village, we arrived at the edge of Taiqing Valley. At this time, Taiqing Valley was shrouded in a cloud of black air, and nothing could be seen above it.

He Naizi stood still, put down Young Master Long, picked up the black leather drum, combined the two drums into one, and beat them gently. A layer of transparent bubbles suddenly appeared, covering He Naizi and the others.

After being prepared, He Naizi pulled Mr. Long onto the ice of Taiqinggou and entered the black air.

Seeing that the bubbles blocked the black air, Mr. Long was very curious and wanted to reach out to touch the black air outside the bubbles, but He Naizi pulled him back.

"Don't touch it, it's death energy.

We are mortal bodies and are in great trouble. ”

Deadly?

Although Young Master Long didn't understand, he could tell that it was definitely not a good thing. He snuggled tightly to He Naizi and almost let her carry him away.

After walking not far, I saw a villager bending down to tie his shoelaces.

Why are you so angry?

Nonsense, right?

Is He Naizi scaring herself?

Why are the villagers okay?

Mr. Long didn't say anything in a hurry. He followed He Naizi carefully and walked past the villagers. He found that the villagers were silent and turned a blind eye to him?

This was a bit strange. Young Master Long turned around and took a photo with his cell phone. When he looked carefully, he was shocked.

The squatting villager was tying his shoelaces, and his face was looking in the direction of the center of Taiqing ditch, as if that was the direction from which the black air was coming.

When Young Master Long saw his appearance, he looked familiar. He seemed to be a neighbor of his uncle and grandpa's house, but he didn't know his name.

The man was in his forties, very strong, and the skin on his face was rough and already had some traces of time. These were relatively normal, but when he saw the villager's eyes, it brought back a memory in Young Master Long.

That was the look in Zhao Erniu's eyes. After he was extubated and died in the hospital, he opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling with unwillingness, a white void without any life. This is the second time that Young Master Long has seen such a look. Because the first time the impression was so profound, there is no mistaking that it is the look of a dead person.

Young Master Long unconsciously grabbed He Naizi's arm and did not dare to stop. He just asked in a low voice.

"He Naizi, what happened to that person? Why is he motionless?"

He Naizi didn't even look at it. He seemed to be thinking about something and was a little absent-minded.

"The air of death has entered the body"

"Then he is dead?"

This is the issue that Mr. Long is most concerned about. These villagers came here to work for the red tickets they gave them. Otherwise, wouldn’t it be nice to drink at home on the second day of the new year?

Before He Naizi could answer, the second wave of villagers appeared. More than a dozen people, doing whatever they wanted, were setting up a stage and hanging banners.

However, all the figures were fixed at the moment when the death energy entered the body. It seemed that the death energy was moving very fast. No one showed any signs of escaping, and Dingtian gave an expression of surprise and fear.

He Naizi walked around the crowd, as if he was taking time to answer Mr. Long, as he was also very busy.

"You are not dead yet. If you can survive until dawn and the sun shines, you will most likely survive."

Looking at the ice sculpture-like villagers next to him, Young Master Long bit his lip unconsciously.

Can you survive until dawn with a high probability of not dying?

How long is it until dawn?

Ten hours?

Seven or eight hours is enough, right?

Even if the life force is gone, if you stand motionless on this ice for seven or eight hours, you will be finished, right?

As Mr. Long continued to go deeper, the number of sparse villagers gradually increased, and Mr. Long felt like he had entered a wax museum in the "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".

Everyone is very lively and has their own movements.

Everyone is fake because they all keep the last action.

Approaching the ice cave where fishes are kept, Mr. Long finally couldn't stand it anymore because he saw his great uncle and cousin sitting in a circle on the horse and smoking.

They all kept smoking and only had a cigarette butt in their hand.

By the way, they all stared at the ice cave with lifeless eyes, as if something strange had happened there.

It seemed that the black death energy spread from here, and they were the first victims.

People die for money, and birds die for food. Even though Mr. Long wants to take responsibility for the villagers' affairs, his willingness is not very strong. When it comes to the root cause, he cannot control things. It is meaningless to insist on adding value to himself.

The villagers came here for the money, not for nothing.

It was He Naiko and Baqi who harmed the villagers. It is far-fetched to say that they are accomplices. After all, they are just fish and meat, and they have no choice.

Although Mr. Long could rely on these two points to convince himself not to suffer any guilt from his conscience, his uncle and cousin were right in front of him, so it was really difficult not to lose his mind.

"He Naizi, these people, and..."

"If it's not troublesome, they are all irrelevant people, otherwise"

"God has the virtue of good life, especially the karma and retribution, I still"

Young Master Long changed his angles several times, but he couldn't speak anymore. For these reasons, would He Naizi care?

Originally, she wanted to kill these villagers as sacrifices. Now that they are still alive, it is considered that her execution ability is not up to the mark.

Seeing that He Naizi remained silent, Master Long finally thought of a breakthrough point.

"By the way, we have to build up virtue for our children. So many people died at once. If we don't think about ourselves, we also have to think about our children."

(End of chapter)

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