Chapter 1345

In Zhou Ju's opinion, the people in this village are ridiculous.

Obviously, he wants to kill and rob money, but he has to put on a posture of "you hurt us, we have to murder you".

Isn't that a lie?

Obviously, it is difficult to understand. However, in the view of singing, everything is so smooth and normal.

Zhou Ju said to Gao Ge, you don't know what logic is.

Singing but telling Zhou Ju that you don't know what human nature is.

This seems to be another argument.

I don't know why, Zhou Ju suddenly felt that singing is not a good person.

Probably because singing can read these people in the village.

This is definitely a terrible thing.

Because of this, Zhou Ju felt that he could not become friends with Gao Ge in his life, because the two people had different ideas. When they saw a thing, they saw a different face. Maybe Gao Ge looked deeper than him, but sometimes they looked at some things too thoroughly, which was definitely not a good thing.

"Sometimes, it's not a bad thing to think something is difficult to understand." Sing to Zhou Ju.

Zhou Ju nodded vaguely, looking a little confused.

He didn't know what it meant to sing now, but his intuition told him that it was better not to understand.

Many people in the village gathered around.

At the entrance of the village, the storyteller also stopped.

It was late at night, but he didn't want to go back to rest.

The children in the village may think that the storyteller's head is abnormal, but the rose fairy sat on one side with her chin holding, looked at the storyteller and listened to his simple stories.

At this time, the rose fairy was suddenly depressed.

She hopes that the other party can see and hear herself.

Then he came forward and asked why he did it.

The noise in the village was getting louder and louder. The storyteller put away his things, picked up his things and walked towards the old lady's house.

Although he already knew what would happen next, he still wanted to see it.

"Maybe you're like me." The rose fairy stood beside the storyteller, like a shadow, and said, "although they can see you and hear your voice, you can't change or do anything like us."

After saying this, the rose fairy suddenly felt that in fact, the storyteller was the most sympathetic person.

She felt powerless because she couldn't do anything.

What about this storyteller?

His sense of powerlessness must be unimaginable.

In the yard, although the big man was good, he was also hit in the back of the head with a shoulder pole and fainted.

When he woke up, he was tied up.

The rest of the caravan were also tied up.

"Asshole! Asshole! You put medicine in the food!"

"Shit, what do you want to do?"

The beard was also gloomy.

He stared at the woman hiding in the crowd like a sharp sword.

The woman took her son's hand and looked at him calmly. She was silent for a long time and walked forward slowly.

"Actually, I didn't lie to you." The woman said, "I was detained by them. Those are true."

"..." beard was stunned, and it was more and more difficult to understand, "since it is so, why..."

"As long as I help them catch enough people, they will let me go. Unfortunately, there are no women in your caravan." The woman whispered, "if another beautiful girl comes, they will let me go."

The man laughed.

"Interesting, it's really interesting! I've heard the story of making trouble for the tiger. People who are eaten by the tiger become ghosts after they die. They want to find new prey for the tiger, let the tiger eat it, and when a new ghost appears, they can be free. What's the difference between you and ghosts?"

"I'm just for myself. Is it wrong?" Asked the woman.

The man shook his head and said, "that's right."

"You can resent me and even turn into a fierce ghost to come to me. It's for yourself. In fact, it's right." The woman said, "People say that the poor have a short ambition, which is right. But people are too poor to eat. It's unrealistic for you to make him think about becoming famous and making a million with a horizontal knife. For the poor, how to eat is the most important thing. I'm the same. I just think about how to get away from here, how to live and how to do to see the sun outside. So, I'm sorry, I'm sorry There is no time to think about the so-called morality, good and evil. "

The big man smiled.

"I'm surprised to hear such words from you, but you're right."

The woman was suddenly stunned.

She looked at the man in front of her with deep doubts in her eyes.

She felt that this man was different from what she had seen before.

Those men, as long as it is this time, must be full of fear, or desperately curse themselves.

But now.

The man in front of him looked at himself calmly, calmly... Like a backwater.

The more so, the more confused she felt.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

"If you're afraid, you don't have to die?" Asked the man.

“……”

"In fact, my brothers are very wronged. You have already drugged them. Now? But I have to say that I have implicated them." The big man smiled and said, "what you said is untenable!"

"Shut up!" A loud drink came from the village head.

At this time, the village head looked half kind on his face.

Instead, the fierce look on his face and the murderous spirit on his body can be felt even when singing.

"If you want to kill or cut, come quickly! I'm afraid of everything in my life, but I'm not afraid of death! Sir, if you want to kill and rob money, you have to pose as a victim. Bah, is evil disgusting?" The big man shouted at the top of his voice, "People's hearts are not enough. Snakes swallow elephants. You people will die worse than me one day! I've never done anything bad in my life. I've killed people and bandits. Even if I die, I can't go to hell. But you people... Close the door at night and sleep? I'm not afraid. What's lying under your bed? Ha ha ha!"

The faces of those villagers were gradually distorted against the light of torches. At this moment, they looked more like a group of demons.

It's like

It's a demon Festival.

"Kill them." The village head snorted coldly and turned around. The people behind him had made way by themselves.

Three or five strong men drew out their knives, grinned and walked towards the cheeky people of the caravan.

"Stop! Stop!"

A young man in a white shirt ran towards this side quickly, stumbled and fell several times.

"You will be punished! You will be punished! Put down the butcher's knife! Otherwise, your generation, your children, your children's children... Do you really want to turn the whole village into a cannibal village?!"

The scholar roared hysterically.