Quick Transmigration: Days and Nights Targeted by Big Bosses

The hairless long-haired monster is a beautiful girl.

"You... are still alive?" The village chief saw the girl with a complicated expression on his face, a combination of guilt, happiness and other emotions.

The girl didn't look at the village chief, but shouted to Lin Jianshen: "Give it back to me!"

Lin Jianshen signaled Jiang Changsang to untie the rope.

After the rope was untied, Lin Jianshen threw the bone flute to the girl and said, "Is this made from the leg bone of the child of you and the village chief? Has that child been protecting you?"

"Yes..." The village chief's wife cried while hugging the bone flute, her voice was not very loud, but her eyes were blurred with tears, making anyone feel uncomfortable after seeing it.

The little fat man looked at the village chief, then at the girl, and muttered in a low voice, "Are they husband and wife? They look like grandchildren."

The village chief strode towards the village chief's wife, and then knelt down in front of the village chief's wife: "At the beginning... I was the one who was sorry for your mother and son!"

"I know you are right, you are for the whole village, but... I will never forgive you in my life." The village chief's wife said in a cold voice.

She knew that no one in the village could kill the witch. If the child was not sacrificed, the witch would rush out and kill the whole village sooner or later.

As the backbone of the village, the village head is not partial. The first person to be sacrificed to the skinning knife was their child.

As a mother, she couldn't bear the fact that her husband sent the child to die by himself.

"I...I know." The village chief nodded, not too surprised.

Even he himself couldn't forgive himself.

But what can he do?

Not to mention that the people in the village have nothing to do, even the travelers who came to the village died wave after wave.

No one can do anything about the witch.

Jiang Changsang asked the village chief's wife, "Do you want to avenge your child?"

"I think!" The village head's wife nodded vigorously, and she looked at Jiang Changsang expectantly, "Can you help me avenge it? As long as the witch's heart is cracked, she will die."

"Of course, we'll go get the skinning knife today and kill that witch." Jiang Changsang's words had an unconsciously convincing power.

Hearing the keyword of skinning knife, the village chief's eyebrows jumped and he wanted to stop it.

But glanced at the village head's wife, and the thin bone flute in the village head's wife's hand, he muttered, unable to say anything.

Hua Yi shouted: "She hasn't aged for so many years, maybe she is similar to the witch, a monster! Are you going to cooperate with her now?" "He is the witch's minion, he wants to kill Ermao, he must Kill him!" said the wife of the village chief, "The travelers who came to the village in the past did so because of this.