In those years, the cultivators we cut together

The villagers in the countryside usually go to bed early, especially during this time, the villagers in Zhoujia Village have been digging trenches day and night to defend against zombies, they are exhausted, now that the zombies have been eliminated, the villagers start to rest early when it gets dark. And Jiang Ning, Wugou, Shangguan Shiliu and others were in the small courtyard of the village chief's house, listening to the little boy named Shuanzi tell a story about a river called Women.

Shuanzi said: Ever since he could remember, the adults in the village were very keen to buy abducted women from Ren Yazi.

Most of these women come from various cities in the Yuan Kingdom, and the price is not cheap. Villagers often need ten or even twenty years of savings to afford a woman.

There are no women in the village, and everyone needs women to carry on their families.

Therefore, after buying the women, the villagers will have children with them, and if the baby is a girl, they will throw the girl into the river and drown.

In everyone's perception, girls are useless. They have to marry after they grow up. They can neither be future generations nor provide for themselves. They just have an extra mouth to eat. For the village, it is a burden.

And if the baby is a boy, then those abducted women will be beaten to death, and the end will still be thrown into the river.

The reason is because the whole village is buying women, there are too many of them, and they are afraid that the government will find out and ask them to blame, so the villagers will destroy the corpses and wipe out the traces.

Over time, the river that drowned countless women was called the Women's River by the villagers.

In Shuanzi's childhood, he once saw with his own eyes that one of his cousins ​​spent half of his life savings to buy a lady from a rich family, and as a result, he gave birth to three babies in a row, all of which were girls. The baby girls were all thrown into the river.

In the end, the lady from a wealthy family that my uncle bought gave birth to a baby boy when she was already insane. On the day the baby boy was born, she was beaten to death by the uncle with a pickaxe.

Therefore, the boys in the village have never seen their mothers, and the day they were born was the day of their mother's death, so they seemed very indifferent to their mothers, without the slightest attachment. Like the villagers, they think that the role of women is only to vent and carry on the family line, and they have no role after giving birth, but Shuanzi is an exception.

Shuanzi said that after his mother gave birth to him, his father couldn't bear to kill her, so he hid her in the sheepfold at home and raised her every day.

So Shuanzi is the only boy among many of his peers who has the word "mother" in his memory.

But it is a pity that one day when Shuanzi was six years old, after his father came back from working in the field, for some unknown reason, he changed his usual greetings to his mother and used an iron mound like crazy to kill his mother. Stoned to death.

Mother begged hard before she died, but father didn't seem to hear it at all. When beating mother, he didn't say a word, he just roared hysterically, as if he was beating not his wife who was in love with each other, but someone with A bloody enemy.

The story full of loopholes in Women's River was not long, and it was quickly told by Shuanzi, but this short story made several young people feel chills in their hearts.

"How many women are buried in that river?" Wugou looked at Shuanzi in front of him and asked.

Shuan Zi lowered his head and fiddled with the corner of his clothes with his fingers. After a long time, he said a rough number.

"More than 1000, the old man in the village said."

Several people present gasped when they heard this number, and Shangguan Shiliu, who was holding a handsome duck, had already started to pick guys from the ring. While picking, she said angrily, "Shall we slaughter the village tonight?"

"Shangguan, don't get excited." Jiang Ning, who was also very angry, calmly persuaded: "We can report to the official and let the government take care of it."

After Wugou was silent for a while, he looked at Lin Xiaolu and asked lightly, "Benefactor Xiaolu, what do you want to do?"

"What else can I do, I want to kill!"

Lin Xiaolu was so angry that he scolded: "I went down that woman's river and saw countless bones at the bottom of the river. What these villagers have done is simply more terrifying than zombies!"

"But we still don't know how the zombies got here."

With a calm face, Wugou said, "Young monk thinks there are still many doubts about this matter."

"What doubts can there be?"

Shangguan Shiliu said hotly: "Jiang Ning, little monk, if you two can't do it, let me and Lin Xiaolu do it.

Thinking of what happened to those innocent women who were abducted here, Miss Ben felt chills running down her back. Such an ignorant place where good and evil are not distinguished is simply more terrifying than demonic ways. The villagers here would not regret dying! "

After finishing speaking, she picked up a slingshot, stood up and looked at Lin Xiaolu and said, "I will start killing from the end of the village, and you will start from the beginning of the village. Except for Xiao Shuanzi and the village chief, everyone else, young or old, will not be let go." Well, it's time to cooperate!"

"it is good!"

The two Huanxi friends had surprisingly the same opinion at the moment, they hit it off, and they were about to act immediately, which made Wugou and Jiang Ning feel a little helpless.

But when Wugou wanted to stop the excited two people, an old and slow voice suddenly sounded in the courtyard.

"Don't worry, little Shuanzi's story is not complete."

Everyone was slightly taken aback when they heard the voice, and turned their heads to look at the owner of the voice in surprise—the gray-haired village chief who was over fifty years old.

Under the dark night, the village head leaned on a cane and stood quietly in front of the door of the earthen house. His eyes were quiet and far-reaching, and he looked at them with a smile that was not a smile.

Moreover, his body exuded a vague aura, which Lin Xiaolu and Jiang Ning could not feel, only Wugou and Shangguan Pomegranate could feel it, and Wugou and Shangguan Pomegranate could feel it. After that breath, his eyes on the village head were fixed at the same time.

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"Little Shuanzi, seeing the village chief's grandfather, why doesn't he come up and ask for candy like he did when he was a child?" the old man said to Shuanzi with a smile.

Shuanzi shuddered, and looked at the village chief in horror, as if he had seen the most terrifying evil spirit in the world.

Seeing this, Lin Xiaolu stepped in front of Shuanzi, facing the amiable eyes of the village chief.

In fact, whether it's Lin Xiaolu who is jealous or Shangguan Pomegranate who likes to fight injustices, they still feel good about the village chief.

If there is anyone in this village who looks like a normal person, it can only be the old and frail village head, but it is obvious that the village head at this moment... is not normal.

At this moment, the four young people lined up, facing the kind-hearted old man in front of him, their eyes moved slightly.

But the village head didn't care at all, instead he said with a smile: "Guys, Shuanzi is only ten years old this year, the story told from the perspective of a ten-year-old child is not perfect, I would like to tell the truth for you guys. "

"Oh? So, you are rushing to reincarnate?"

Shangguan Shiliu snorted domineeringly: "Common people, do you know who my father is!"

"Do you know who my boss is!" Lin Xiaolu also hummed domineeringly, after humming, he took a look at Wugou, seeing that Wugou didn't speak, he helped him and hummed: "Do you know who his master is! "

The village chief smiled without saying a word, and when the young men in front of him finished speaking, he laughed to himself.

The kind laughter of the elders towards the younger generation seemed particularly piercing in this dark night without light.

"No matter who these little dolls are or how powerful their backgrounds are, this old man can tell you that with your strength, you won't be able to get out of this village today!"