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A 30-year-old woman walked out of the wooden house, wearing a long black cloth dress, with long black hair draped over her shoulders like satin.There were no windows in the wooden house, and the light was dim. The hot sun pierced through the door, revealing a pale and haggard face, as if she hadn't seen the sun for a long time. The too strong light made her raise her hand to cover her eyes uncomfortably.

There is no doubt that she is beautiful. The difficult years have not left too many traces on this face. Even without the slightest amount of makeup, plain clothes and cloth shoes, it is difficult to hide her beautiful appearance. The wrist, slender and white, was carved like ivory.

Her eyes were calm, and she looked around the faces of the villagers one by one, her dry red lips were tightly pressed, her eyebrows and eyes were extremely bright and cold, bullying Shuang Saixue.

Under such silent questioning, everyone took a step back subconsciously, their eyes shifted guiltily, not daring to look at her, many men lowered their heads, but peeked at her from the corner of their eyes.

Duan Huichuan also looked at this strange woman, noticing that her skirt swayed slightly, revealing a boy's head, about six or seven years old, with a beautiful appearance, inherited seven points of his mother's beauty.

The boy was thin and thin, and he stayed quietly behind his mother, pulling her skirt. His expression was also calm and peaceful, without the slightest naughtiness and innocence that children of this age should have.

Duan Huichuan looked at the boy carefully, feeling vaguely familiar with the facial features, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

Seeing that everyone was shocked by the aura of the orphans and widows, the head of the village suddenly lost his temper and was furious. He took the lead in raising the fire stick and raised it. People in our village are evil! Don't be fooled by her appearance! Miko is best at deceiving people!"

"That's right!" A short and fat village woman walked out of the crowd, bravely squeezed in front of the people, spat at the woman, raised her eyebrows, and was extremely resentful, "Since this woman came, the village has suffered from drought every year. Don't you think it's strange? I heard that the remnants of the witch clan are sinister sinners who will bring curses and misfortunes to others! They look good on the surface, but in fact they are ruthless. They are all demons and ghosts who specialize in seducing men. The catastrophe of extermination!"

At this time, there was a whisper from the crowd: "Before she came, the village was often in severe drought..."

The village woman was furious, rushed to the man, grabbed the man's ear, and twisted hard: "I knew you, a dead ghost, had an affair with this witch widow, and she gave you the ecstasy potion, speak for this witch! Look! Are you still saying that this witch is a good person? Look at my husband who is fascinated by her! If you don’t drive her away today, your men and sons may also be fascinated by her!”

"The son of the old Zhang's family in the village died unexplainably a few days ago. I saw her at the door of her house the night before. Dead man! The son of the old Zhang family died tragically..."

The villagers immediately started talking, and the village chief said loudly: "Everyone, don't forget that the Wu clan offended the Dragon clan and committed a serious crime. If outsiders know that our village hides the remnants of the Wu clan, spread the word." , the Dragon Clan sends people to retaliate, how can we afford it?"

"That's right! How about tying them up and handing them over to the Dragon Clan!" The crowd around them were excited, clamoring to drive away the orphans and widows.

The boy held his mother's skirt tightly, and looked up at his mother's cold side face, with a hint of bewilderment in his dark and bright eyes.

Even though he was young, he could clearly feel the malice around him, forced from all directions, and the blatant viciousness and fear were almost overwhelming. He didn't understand why these people were so angry when they didn't do anything. I can't wait to eat its flesh raw.

He just felt bewildered.

The village chief proudly put down his hand holding the fire stick, squinted his eyes, greedily looked at the woman's pretty face, and secretly swallowed.

This woman is too ignorant, she took them in with good intentions, and she didn't want to repay her kindness. She admired her as a widow, and it was her good fortune to be brought into my house, but she refused to agree to it!Thinking of this, the village head was furious. The other party was a witch, and she might really be capable of witchcraft. He didn't dare to force it, so he had to secretly persuade others to submit to him. With so many people, he was afraid that he would not be able to win one. Weak woman?

Hmph, when someone is tied up, why don't you just let yourself be flattened and rounded?What about witches?They used to be so high above the people in the frontier towns that they could not reach, but now that the Wu clan has been exterminated, do you still expect someone to take the place of the remnants?

When the village chief thought of the figure of Miko Miaoman, his lower abdomen suddenly burned, and the eyes he looked at her became more undisguised.

Duan Huichuan silently watched this tragedy full of ignorance, prejudice and cruelty. Although he couldn't hear what they were saying, the malice in their expressions and actions was obvious. The experience of suffering adversity made him feel sorry for him, and he couldn't help feeling a sense of sympathy for each other.

However, he was still floating like a ray of lonely soul, a complete outsider who couldn't even push away the approaching villagers.

"Be careful! She knows witchcraft!" The village head shouted, and at some point, he hid from the leader into the crowd, "Everyone, go together, we have a lot of people!"

So scissors and screwdrivers, hoes and wooden sticks, and dung and rotten vegetables were thrown in, and they got closer and closer, sticks and shovels swarmed up!

The woman tightly guarded her child, her body was covered with bruises, and in the dark room, two icy eyes stared fiercely at the villagers, resentful and desperate, making them shiver with cold.

"Tie them up and pull them out!" Someone said something, and then one after another, hands like ghosts stretched out to them——

"Don't touch my son!" The woman suddenly burst into a hoarse cry, and a dark green gust of wind was born out of thin air, whistling around her, knocking everyone to the ground one by one, pissing off.

"Killed! The witch is going to kill!" The villagers' faces changed wildly in horror, and they all stumbled out of the house.

They blocked the door of the wooden house, piled up firewood and oil, and a big fire burned instantly, and the smoke was billowing, which could be seen from several miles away.

Seeing that the two were about to be engulfed by the evil fire, Duan Huichuan walked around the mother and son anxiously, his fists clenched until his veins bulged, but he had nothing to do about it, he could only watch the flames gnawing at the beams, pillars, tables and chairs , Everything in the field of vision was distorted and deformed by the high temperature, and the thick burnt smell was eroded by the smoke, and it was about to ruthlessly devour everything here, and take away two weak and innocent lives.

The boy nestled quietly and obediently in his mother's arms, as if he didn't care much about the death he was about to face. He stretched out his little hand to gently wipe away the tears from the corners of his mother's eyes, and called out to his mother softly.

Duan Huichuan saw this simple mouth shape clearly, opened his eyes slightly, his eyes were sore, and he almost shed tears.

At that moment, it was as if some kind of heart-piercing pain passed through his chest, so his heart convulsed in the unexpected pain, and the great sadness and hopelessness surged, submerged for endless years, and would soon be over the top of his head.

Mottled crimson in front of his eyes, the heavy past was pressing towards him like a mountain, time and space overlapped at this moment, he didn't know where these ferocious emotions came from, maybe it came from the ignorant and helpless child in front of him, or maybe it came from he himself.

In a daze, Duan Huichuan saw the woman smile at the boy, that smile was so bleak, like a sorrow that had been diluted by suffering.

"Good boy, mother can't accompany you in the future... You want to be alone and live well..."

She watched the dark green air around her become thinner and thinner, knowing that time was running out.In fact, she is just an ordinary miscellaneous witch of the witch clan. She has no powerful talent, let alone powerful witchcraft. She just relies on burning the last life to overdraw the few blood power.

Soon, her strength was exhausted, and the woman touched the top of her son's hair tenderly at last, watching the green air flow gently wrapping the boy, and sending the wooden house out of the collapsed wooden house, letting the scorched pillars fall on her head, Slowly close your eyes in the firelight...

The villagers hesitated and lingered far outside the wooden house, letting the house crackle and crackle in the scarlet fire, and finally turned into a ruined wall. He said: "Fortunately, we moved fast, otherwise, the witch would kill us with witchcraft!"

Everyone came to their senses and echoed one after another, as if self-comforting words full of justice could cover up the heinous crimes they committed.

The village chief secretly hid in the crowd, feeling terrified for a while. Fortunately, the witch was dead, otherwise... He squinted his eyes and looked at the burnt ruins of the house, smacking his lips unwillingly. A beautiful woman, the beauty he had never seen in his life, and he never tasted it in his mouth.

However, if he can't get it, neither can the other guys who secretly salivate!

At this moment, misfortune happened!

I saw a figure wrapped in a cloud of emerald green mist, suddenly flew out of the ruins, and landed lightly on the ground!

The villagers present were shocked, thinking that the witch was not dead, and some even pissed on the spot!

In the flames, a voice full of hatred and despair came from afar——

"I swear by the blood of the witch clan, curse this village, curse all of you! Whoever dares to hurt my child will never enter reincarnation and die a terrible death!"

That shrill and hoarse cry exploded in everyone's ears hysterically, like a thunderclap breaking through the night, making the villagers' eyes dark and dazed!

"Curse witch! That witch is a curse witch!" A villager yelled in panic, "She actually cast a curse on us!"

"Vicious witch! It's a good thing we burned her!"

"That's her son, this evil bastard is not dead!"

The villagers were terrified. They looked at the seven-year-old boy with awe and hatred. His bright black pupils reflected vicious faces.

They wished him to die, but the witch's curse was still in their ears, none of them dared to step forward, so they all turned their attention to the village chief.

The village chief cursed secretly, and thought of a vicious method: "Let's not do anything, lock him in the cave! Lock him up with an iron chain and let him fend for himself!"

A group of strong adults on the opposite side, the boy who was tied up at all times, has no ability to resist. He is still too young, his blood has not yet awakened, and he does not know how to use his abilities, so he can only endure.

He looked back blankly, and stretched out a hand helplessly, but everything was in vain, the palm of his hand was empty, he couldn't grasp anything, that was his former home, and in the blink of an eye, it had been reduced to a scorched black The ruins, the mother was still inside, not coming out—he knew she would never come out.

Duan Huichuan stood in the ruins. When the boy turned his head, their gazes seemed to pass by two time-spaces. There was helplessness and forbearance in the calm eyes. He finally realized who the boy was, and his hands and feet trembled. cold.

Boundless anger rose to the sky, burning his heart, Duan Huichuan wanted to hold the boy's hand, but his transparent body went straight through.

After two time and space, the elder Duan Huichuan looked at the seven-year-old boy, his lips trembled with difficulty, and he called his name softly: "Yan Yijun..."

The boy seemed to be aware of something, and he stretched out his hand to close it in vain, but in the end he only grasped a piece of nothingness, a gust of wind that couldn't be grasped, passed by him, and then said goodbye in silence.

Duan Huichuan raised his feet to chase after him, and the picture in front of him changed again. As far as he could see, the mottled colors faded away. After everything stopped, a dark cave appeared in front of him, and the sound of dripping water could be faintly heard.

He paused slightly and walked into the cave.