Fast time travel, did the host kill the villain today?

As soon as I walked to the door, the cold wind blew, and a strong rotten smell mixed with the smell of incense came to my face, and the rotten smell was pungent.

There is a sacrificial table in the house, with yellow incense and green smoke curling up on the table, burning vigorously, the candles beside the yellow incense are trembling, bright and dark, depressed and lonely, giving people an awkward feeling.

There are no offerings on the altar, only incense.

It's just that there are many portraits hanging on the top of this room. The men and women in the paintings are different, but without exception, they are all wearing red clothes. People will be attracted by the bright clothes at a glance.

Duan Changwen could tell at a glance that the painting hanging on the altar just now was also from this place.

Paintings are hung all over the room, and the wind shakes at will.

Duan Changwen circled around the sacrificial table, looked up to lock on one of the paintings, and reached out to remove it from the beam.

In the painting is a girl with ponytails, young and beautiful, with clear eyes, which is incompatible with the new Chinese-style suit she is wearing.

This girl is Wu Erhua, the granddaughter of the dead village head.

The happy event in the west of the village refers to this?

Who is the second uncle who married his wife?

Just as she was thinking, Duan Changwen noticed a figure at the stairs on the right side of the wound. She put the hanging painting back in place, and she looked up.

"Who's where?"

Wind and rain concerted outside the gate.

The room was silent for a few seconds, and the figure at the entrance of the corridor slowly began to move, and he stopped at a place where the light could cover it.

It was a hunchbacked old woman in her seventies or eighties, with a clean and white headscarf tied on her head, but the clothes on her body were dusty as if they hadn't been washed for a long time, and the age spots on her face were thick and obvious like corpse spots.

"What are you two doing here?"

The old man opened his mouth, as if a blade was stuck in his throat, beeping hoarsely.

Her eye sockets are deep, her eyes are cloudy, and her appearance is four points similar to that of the white old woman.

Duan Changwen squinted his eyes and looked at the old man. She didn't answer her question, but instead asked, "What are you praying for here?"

"..." The old man made Duan Changwen silent.

Duan Changwen was not in a hurry to get an answer, he walked around the sacrificial table all the way: "When we came over, we saw an old woman who was very similar to you. She was beaten to death, do you know her?"

Listening to Duan Changwen's words, the eyes of the old man Gu Jing Wubo finally responded, and the wrinkles on his face trembled accordingly.

"She died? How? You lied."

"Impossible? Why is it impossible? Do you want me to take you to see her body?"

Speaking of Duan Changwen slightly raised the corners of his mouth, the hanging picture above his head was flipped by the wind.

"I saw clearly that she was beaten to death by those foreigners who were supposed to sacrifice."

"The limbs are twisted, miserable and terrifying, and the retribution is not good."

"Impossible! She won't die!" Maybe Duan Changwen's description was too serious, the old man raised his voice and loudly denied it.

"Why?" Duan Changwen asked.

"Because she is Xiye's most devout believer! Xiye will protect her! She has been worshiping Xiye since birth, and she is the most prestigious witch in the village. How could she die?!"

"But she is indeed dead." Duan Changwen raised his hand in a slightly stern tone, and his fingertips skimmed over the paintings on the top of his head, "You are enshrining a yellow leather child, right? You are enshrining a beast. How do you expect the beast to understand human feelings?"

"How do you know?" The grief in his eyes was too late to hide, and he squeezed into panic again, "Since you know, you still dare to disrespect Huang Daxian! Huang Daxian will not let you go!"

"There have been rumors of Huang Daxian getting married since ancient times." Duan Changwen chuckled, the smile not reaching his eyes, "Then guess why the elders asked us to meet weasels to beg for rewards and scold them?"

"Because a beast is a beast."

Village head Huang's worship to the weasel all the year round made it somewhat human, but not much.

The weasel regards everything in the whole village as its own, so Wu Erhua's rape is regarded as losing her virginity, and the invasion of tourists is disrespectful, so it will naturally not be lenient when dealing with those who offend it.

"You think that killing people can appease its anger, but you are telling it that human life is worthless and that it can slaughter at will."

After finishing the words, Duan Changwen took out a lighter and lit a hanging painting casually under the horrified gaze of the old man.

The papers for these paintings are woven with cotton grass used as wicks, and then smoked with sesame oil. In an instant, all the paintings on the beams of the house "hula" were burned.

"You're crazy! You're crazy! Do you want to kill our whole village?!"

The old man reached out to beat the flames on the hanging painting, regardless of his hands being red from the heat.

"You little bastards from outside are hurting others and yourself!"

"Sister, is it bad for us to do this?" Seeing the heart-piercing appearance of the old man, Shen Mochi couldn't bear it.

Gritting his teeth secretly in his heart, he picked up a basin of clear water on the sacrificial table and quickly ran to the old man. He held down the old man's hand that was beating the flame, and poured the clear water out.

"Grandma, use water, you will burn your hands."

"No!" The old man's catalog was about to burst, and seeing the more raging flames caused by the basin of "water", she threw away the iron basin in her hand heavily, and pushed back Shen Mochi, "Who told you that there is water in it?!"

"What's in there..." The young man lowered his hands guiltily and pinched the corner of his clothes.

"That's the body oil they enshrined the weasel." Shen Mochi stepped forward and pulled the man behind him.

"I didn't do it on purpose." Shen Mochi immediately apologized sincerely, "I thought you enshrined the clear water to Lord Xi."

"You! You..." The old man pointed at the young man with scarlet eyes, like a ghost.

Shen Mochi shrank his neck, and put his hands behind his back apologetically, the young man's fingers "sinked" in the water because of carrying the water, and they are still greasy.

If I had known it was corpse oil, I would have just poured it on you, thinking it was something.

Every hanging painting here is a human life, and the densely packed paintings have killed many people. Who can be a good person guarding here.

Just when the old man was madly about to pounce on the two of them and tear them apart, all the burning fire sources around them were extinguished suddenly, leaving only the sound of dripping corpse oil.

despair.

despair!
despair……

After being dazed for a short time because of the darkness, the old man quickly came back to his senses, knelt down on the spot in a hurry, and hit his head on the ground with a "boom boom".

"Excuse me, Lord Xi! Forgive me, Lord Xi!"

"It's all done by these two people! It's none of my business! They even killed my sister!"

Animals can tell what is right from wrong?
After a puff in the darkness, the old man's voice disappeared.

"Sister..." In the darkness, Shen Mochi tightened Duan Changwen's hand.

Later, there was wind blowing around, and Shen Mochi felt Duan Changwen move.

After the wind stopped, the candles in the house were lit again, and there were scattered hanging paintings above the head.

Shen Mochi saw Duan Changwen holding a blood-stained yellow object in his hand: "Sister, what is this?"

"It's just the animal's tail. It's lucky to let it run away." It's best not to let her meet again. Next time, it won't be a matter of breaking one.

Duan Changwen threw away the things in his hands in disgust, stepped over the old man's body and walked out, "Go to the next door and have a look."

anyone there?
Cough cough, about the consequences of the heroine's actions killing people, I'm sorry, the heroine is a serious villain, please don't expect her to be so kind.

It will end after 20 chapters, and the next plane wants to write about the abstinence villain dean of the laboratory VS the cute and loving little mermaid, and also want to write about the interstellar villain bet, the powerful and militant marshal vs the poor Zerg little prince.