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The atmosphere inside the ancestral hall was very quiet.

Whether it was the village chief or the other villagers, they all stood motionless.

Likewise, their eyes were staring straight at Aunt Wang who was kneeling on the ground, looking very strange.

"Let you go?"

The village chief still looked cheerful, like a kind little old man:

"What do you mean by letting you go, Aunt Wang? I didn't plan to do anything."

These words were spoken so briskly that Aunt Wang, who was kneeling on the ground, thought that nothing had happened, but before she could stand up from the ground, the village chief spoke again.

"Aunt Wang."

The village chief looked down at her and sighed pretentiously: "I just followed the rules of our ancestors. Don't be afraid. It will be over soon."

The smile that appeared on Aunt Wang's face disappeared instantly, and the knee she had just raised hit the ground again with a "bang" sound.

Li Dazhuang and other villagers on the side squatted on the ground, took out pliers and a bottle that looked like potion from the cloth bag, and took out a roll of paper before standing up.

Looking at the things in their hands, Aunt Wang's pupils gradually narrowed. She wanted to run away, but in the end she knelt down and lost strength. She could only watch the villagers walking towards her step by step with the things in their hands.

The lips of the village woman next to her twitched. She seemed to want to say something, but she still didn't say anything. She turned her head away and didn't want to see what would happen next second.

The village chief sighed, his short, dry and white hair swaying like a moth covered in lin powder. It was eerie and strange. At this moment, he looked more like an evil ghost than Li Xiuyu.

The malice in the old voice was not concealed at all, and the words he spoke made everyone tremble.

"Aunt Wang, you gave me a slap with an awl during the day. Although it is understandable for a mother to spank her child, Aunt Wang, you yourself know the rules of our Taoyuan Village, don't you?"

"In our Taoyuan Village, although men and women are similar, women cannot hit men, no matter what the relationship is. Aunt Wang, think about it, if women can hit men casually, won't their status be messed up? "

Li Dazhuang, who walked to Aunt Wang's side, sighed. He raised Aunt Wang's hand hanging by his side and said:

"The village chief said that Aizi just got married and there is a little blood, so he just needs to pull out the nail on one hand and it will be cured."

"Aunt Wang, just bear it a little longer and it will be fine. I will move quickly and it won't hurt..."

Li Dazhuang's words caused an uproar among the audience watching outside the live broadcast room.

【Holy shit? What a nonsense? Isn't this lynching? 】

[Hey, my dear, this village is quite awesome. A series of scandalous things have been involved. The more I read, the more shocked my whole family is.]

[emm, although but, Aunt Wang didn’t resist? ! Did she really kneel on the ground and let Li Dazhuang and the village chief pull out her fingernails? ! 】

[Maybe I can’t resist... I don’t really want to watch it, I feel like I’m getting goosebumps]

[Me too, it’s creepy, I might as well have a bunch of ghosts suddenly appear]

【...Humans are indeed scarier than ghosts】

Compared to the complaints from the audience, He Ziyun, who was sitting next to the memorial tablet outside, lowered his eyes slightly. He looked at the trembling Aunt Wang and raised her hand in response to Li Dazhuang's words. He actually had no intention of resisting at all.

Rather than saying that she didn't intend to resist, He Ziyun thought that Aunt Wang was probably numb now.

After all, although she looks scared now, the fear in a more sense comes from the pain of being damaged physically, not from the mind.

Aunt Wang has been "tamed" by the rules of Taoyuan Village.

Accompanied by Aunt Wang's painful groans, the smell of blood instantly filled the ancestral hall that originally only had a musty smell.

"Snapped."

With the crisp sound of the pliers being pulled, a piece of fingernail stuck with flesh and blood flew out along Aunt Wang's finger.

The fingernails flew out with pieces of flesh and blood and fell to the ground. The village chief next to him sighed and looked helpless and bent down to pick them up.

At the same time, the left half of He Ziyun's body, who was watching from behind the curtain, suddenly felt cold, as if the temperature on the left side had become colder.

He Ziyun turned his head and looked from his angle. Li Xiuyu, covered with a red hijab, was standing in the shadow on the left. She stood there quietly. Her face could not be seen, but it could be seen that she was also looking at him at the moment. Looking at Aunt Wang, whose fingernails were pulled out alive.

The red hijab moves without any wind, as if reflecting the owner's current state of mind.

As if aware of He Ziyun's gaze, the head under the red hijab suddenly turned and looked towards He Ziyun.

He Ziyun turned his head one step ahead of her and continued to watch what was happening below.

When she pulled out the second finger, Aunt Wang couldn't bear it any longer. She screamed uncontrollably. The scream was so shrill that it sounded like a ghost's howl from a distance.

But just after she screamed, Aunt Wang's already pale face turned even paler. She was as white as paper. It was so pale that it was hard to imagine that she was a living person.

This scream seemed to make the surrounding villagers think of something. Even Li Dazhuang, who was pulling out his nails, stopped and turned to look at the village chief behind him.

The village chief's face changed several times. He didn't know what he was thinking of, and his pretentious helplessness disappeared instantly.

He raised his eyelids and glanced at Aunt Wang, who was covering her mouth with her good palm. Her eyes were as sinister as a poisonous snake, but she didn't have the gentle and kind look of the old man just now.

"continue."

The village chief said: "Aunt Wang, I think you are showing mercy for giving birth to a college student in our village. Don't be ungrateful."

Aunt Wang was so frightened that she did not dare to shed tears. Her head and face were covered with sweat and tears from pain. She could only shake her head and beg for mercy:

"I, I, I know, I won't, I won't scream again."

After hearing her words, the village chief raised his fake smile again:

"Isn't that enough? Aunt Wang, please stop making any noise. This is in the ancestral hall. Shouting is so disrespectful to our ancestors..."

The village chief said nonchalantly, stood up and bowed to the tablet on the incense table, looking pious and filial.

On the other hand, Aunt Wang, who was being tortured, could only keep nodding.

She bit her lower lip anxiously, biting her lip until it was bloody and she didn't dare to let go.

Li Dazhuang received the village chief's signal and continued to turn around and concentrate on pulling out his nails.

"Why do you think that old guy's face changed after Aunt Wang screamed?"

Just as He Ziyun continued to pay attention to the situation below, Li Xiuyu's voice suddenly came to his ears.

Li Xiuyu's voice contained sarcasm and a hint of pain:

"It seems that this old guy remembered me, hahaha. When I was alive, I screamed and screamed like this. He laughed so happily. But after I died, he stopped laughing when he heard my voice. Already..."