Hello villain, let me see your teeth

Back at the clinic, Niao Zui stuffed the cat in Xia Zhen's arms into Xia Zhen's hands, then walked to the corner of the clinic and picked up the ginkgo pretending to be a clothes hanger.

With a handsome face and thin lips slightly pursed, he walked to the counter and pulled out Ron who was hiding under the counter.

She took off his trousers and was about to push him down on the sofa when Chunniang pulled out a blanket and put it on the sofa with great insight, motioning for Niu Zui to do it.

He lifted the stick in his hand high and landed on Ron's ass hard.

With one blow, Ron's buttocks, which had no skin at all, split open countless tiny openings in an instant.

Looking at the skin oozing blood, Niaozui's expression didn't change at all.

Soon, he raised the stick again and hit Ron hard on the ass.

"Wow~ I was wrong." Ron, lying on the sofa, tightly grabbed the blanket under him with his painful hands.

The bird's mouth that lost its temper for the first time, flushed with anger, stared at Ron in front of him: "Did I teach you not to betray the person who treats you well? How long have you known that person? Just follow him to cheat." People? Do you know how sad your sister Xia will be if you are like this? "

Xia Zhen hugged the cat, and exchanged a look with Ron who was trying to look up at her. The corners of his mouth twitched, then he turned around and wiped away the tears that didn't exist in the corners of his eyes.

Seeing that Xia Zhen ignored him, Ron cried even more sadly: "I was wrong~ I shouldn't have lied to my sister just because he promised to give me a model train, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo~

At this moment, the clown walked in leisurely from the door, glanced at Ron who was crying on the sofa, sighed, and said earnestly: "You want a car model? Why don't you tell us What? Just because of a car model, go to lie to someone who is nice to you, do you know what this is called? This is called ingratitude, treachery, you are a betrayal, a traitor!"

After listening to the clown, Bird's Beak threw the ginkgo in his hand to the ground, and looked coldly at Ron who buried his head on the sofa: "Have you forgotten how you died?"

Hearing this, Xia Zhen curiously moved her eyes to the bird's beak.

To be honest, after knowing each other for so long, she only knows the story line of the dungeon they are in, and she doesn't know the specific storyline.

Unfortunately, Niu Zui didn't continue talking. He grabbed Ron's collar and teleported away.

Xia Zhen hugged the cat and blinked, then glanced at the serious clown.

"Ron, how did he die?"

The clown lowered his gaze, picked up the ginkgo that fell on the ground, walked to the corner and put it away, and said in a heavy tone, "I'll let the bird's mouth tell you when the time comes, I'll send Qianqian back first."

After speaking, the clown walked up to Xia Zhen, took the cat from her arms, and followed the teleportation away.

For a while, Xia Zhen scratched her head curiously, and she turned to look at Chun Niang who was playing games with her mobile phone.

Seeing Cai Cai looked at himself blankly.Alas, Xia Zhen waved her hand, and swallowed back the words: "You...forget it."

The next day, Qin Yuchao escorted scientific research experts to collect ore in the Star Domain dungeon.

As soon as he returned to the clinic, he was dragged to the conference room by Qiu Shengming before he could tell Xia Zhen to meet up.

On the huge projection screen in front of him was the copy video recorded by Xia Zhen last night.

As a video witness, Xia Zhen was also invited to the meeting room after waking up.

Qin Yuchao, who was explaining the copy, glanced across Xia Zhen's face, without any change in expression.

It's just that the movements of his hands couldn't help but speed up.

After listening to the lecture for an hour and answering questions, Xia Zhen finally understood what the black mud she met last night was, and what happened to the monk last night.

Due to its geographical location, that river valley will be flooded every ten years due to heavy rain, sometimes accompanied by mudslides.

The raging flood destroyed their rent, submerged fertile fields, and drowned many villagers and livestock.

Too many mudslides due to floods.Stupid villagers.Take this normal natural phenomenon as a punishment from the gods.

Because of their fear and ignorance of natural forces, they choose to appease the "god" in their eyes through sacrifices.

From grains and poultry at the beginning to pigs, cattle and sheep at the end.

It's a pity that their "god" didn't seem to be satisfied with this, so they chose to move.

But in the second year after they moved to the next mountain, there was another heavy rain and torrenting flood, which washed away the ridge that had been hollowed out by the villagers to build new houses and excavate materials.

Nightmarish floods once again swept through their homes, directly killing half of the villagers.

The desperate old village chief, holding his newborn grandson in his arms, jumped into the flood in a nondescript "lively" ceremony.

It may be due to a coincidence that on the second day after the old village chief took his two children to sacrifice, the sky suddenly cleared up, and everyone saw the long-lost sun again. On the third day of their sacrifice, the flood finally receded near the top of the mountain.

The villagers who survived the catastrophe are now cheering loudly on the top of the mountain.

Everyone thought that the three village chiefs were sacrificed to appease the anger of the "god".

The old village chief, who had no time to be sad, was praised as the next village chief. The old village chief's daughter-in-law, who had just given birth to twins, was lying on a rough and stiff wooden bed, feeling her belly that hadn't recovered after giving birth, happily preparing to welcome her next child.

Because of the first human sacrifice "remarkable effect".

This tradition began to spread in surrounding mountain villages and even towns.

Since then, whenever "the god of the mountain is angry", "the god of the river is angry" and "the god of rain is angry".

Everyone unanimously chose to use this method to appease God's wrath.

Later, because of the excessive number of human sacrifices, after a certain flood, a mysterious virus appeared around.

As long as the people who drank the surrounding water sources, within seven days, they would suddenly have a high fever, feel weak all over, have mottled bruises on their skin, and sores on their mouths and noses.

People threw their corpses into Hanoi, knelt down and begged their merciful god to take his believers who died of illness and leave their hometown with the raging plague.

The passing old monk and his blind apprentice were deeply saddened to see this purgatory-like scene.

He walked among the people with prescriptions, persuading them to give up the gods in their hearts, while promoting his own beliefs to them.

The people who were in a desperate situation, after taking the prescription he gave, their health improved greatly. Everyone seemed to have grasped the straw of life-saving, and regarded his words as a standard.

Everyone obeyed his words and built a tall Bodhisattva statue on the only way the flood must pass.

But even with new gods, they still maintain those stubborn and ignorant hearts.

How can there be no one to serve the high God?

So they decided to continue offering sacrifices to the new god and pray for the blessing of the new god.

I heard that there were boys and girls sitting in front of Guanyin. During the construction of the Bodhisattva statue, the official who took the lead in building the statue sent people to search for good-looking sacrifices in the area under his jurisdiction.

It didn't take long for the old monk to learn that they still wanted to use human sacrifices. No matter how much he persuaded him this time, it was of no avail.

The young monk has more Buddha nature than his master. Although he is blind, his eyes are actually blocked by something that others cannot see.

After the master passed away, he was surrounded by everyone on the mountainside. Although it was midsummer, he could not see the green mountains and lush trees in his eyes.

All he saw was one unwilling soul after another, huddled by the river, stretching out their withered hands, with grim faces, and looking at the people on the mountain with resentment in their eyes.

The black resentment and the red murder filled the entire valley, lingering around everyone's neck.

He closed his eyes, not daring to look any further.

If my Buddha is merciful, how can there be purgatory here.