C247 lamp wick

The old farmer gritted his teeth and said: "If it wasn't for you, would Li Fengchi have walked on the evil path? Right now, he was trying to cheat everyone. There was nothing wrong with him that he wouldn't dare to do. He's already killed several people, and I'm afraid he's going to kill even more. "

"Because of him, my parents couldn't even close their eyes. I dreamt of them many times, wearing white clothes, their hair in disarray, and their bodies covered with blood. They told me that netherworld felt that Li Fengchi being able to reach where he is today has a lot to do with my parents, and that it was their fault that their godson was unworthy. That's why before Li Fengchi came to the Underworld, he had to punish my parents first. "

The boss smirked and said, "That was just your dream. Why would you care about it?"

The old farmer spat, "Bullshit." I won't talk about the affairs of the underworld, but what about the matters of the human world? Because of Li Fengchi, our family became the villager's example. I haven't returned to my hometown for many years. After returning home, I always get people to point fingers at me. That bastard Li Fengchi, has even scammed his own relatives. "

"I don't know how to tell anyone about the house I rented out later. In the middle of the night, a few large stones were thrown in and smashed the windowpanes. "My wife cried all night, and I comforted her. You should be glad they didn't throw the bag."

I turned around and asked Xiao Miao curiously: "Didn't the boss die a long time ago? How did he know Li Fengchi? Li Fengchi is still alive. "

Xiao Miao said: "A few decades ago, the boss gave out a wisp of his soul. He had the banner of finding a successor for the village, but I think his real purpose was to escape from here. "

I nodded slowly. From this, it seemed that this place could indeed be escaped. Didn't the boss just go out once? Secondly, it should be that the boss got to know Li Fengchi during the journey.

I was wondering why Li Fengchi was so evil, it turns out that someone like the boss taught him.

When I came back to my senses, I heard the old farmer complaining about the boss's crimes, saying that he had instigated Li Fengchi to do a lot of heinous things. Some people died without knowing why, and some people lived miserable lives. As for their family, they were not the beneficiaries either. They would hide and seek for the rest of their lives, suffering the criticism from their relatives and friends.

Finally, he explained how he had finally found out where the boss was hiding after going through so much trouble. He had waited for more than ten years and finally found an opportunity. He must kill the boss no matter what.

The boss crossed his arms and looked at the old farmer with disdain. Then he waved his hand and a villager brought a huge oil lamp.

When the old farmer saw the oil lamp, his face turned somewhat pale.

The owner said flatly, "Do you know this Oil Lamp? Since we know each other, I won't introduce you. Would you please make me a wick? "

The old farmer did not move. A few villagers walked over and began to fiddle around with the old farmer's soul. A human's soul was a lump of Yin Qi, so it was soft and could be kneaded into various shapes.

Some villagers grabbed the old farmer's hands and some villagers grabbed the old farmer's feet. They twisted in different directions for a short period of time, just like twisting fried dough twist, and twisted the old farmer into a thin line.

Then, the old farmer turned into a wick and was stuffed into the lantern.

The boss faintly said, "Don't you like to pretend to be a Buddha? "Alright then, you can just be the lamp in front of the Buddha, and repent and atone for your sins."

Afterwards, he lit the oil lamp, and the old farmer let out an extremely miserable howl.

The flames jumped incessantly and the old farmer's screams did not stop. I suddenly realized that there were two sources of this scream. One was inside the oil lamp, and the other was inside a nearby dilapidated courtyard.

I noticed this and the boss obviously heard it. He looked in that direction and waved his hand. Immediately, a henchman rushed over.

A few minutes later, they brought out a dispirited person from the dilapidated courtyard. It was the body of the old farmer.

With his soul being burned, the old farmer was unable to suppress his moans, so he was quickly discovered. Right now, the old farmer was in unbearable pain. He would twitch from time to time and no longer posed any threat to his boss.

The boss had the old farmer tied up and then said with a smile, "You guys have good luck today, you can get an extra piece of meat."

Everyone applauded excitedly. Some people said, "This old man's flesh is older, far inferior to that of a little girl. However, if you can take an extra bite, that would be one mouthful. "

The other said, "Although the little girl's meat is tender, it doesn't have any chewing power. I still like old bang."

Another said, "Should we also release that wisp of soul in the wick? That way we can have an extra bite of meat. "

All the villagers froze for a moment, and then looked at the boss expectantly.

The shop owner thought for a moment and then waved his hand, ordering someone to blow out the oil lamp.

After the oil lamp was extinguished, the old farmer heaved a sigh of relief and looked gratefully at the person who suggested the proposal. Then he quickly looked away.

That person had put on the banner of eating one more bite of meat, but he had somehow avoided the pain of the old farmer.

The old farmer was grateful, but a glance was enough. If he showed too much of a reaction, he might implicate the old farmer.

The old farmer's soul had merged into one, and the villagers did not want to wait any longer. They all said, "Can we do it now? Can we divide the meat now? "

The boss lightly said, "Ok, let's split the meat."

He raised his blade, raised it down and slashed towards Little Tang Wei.

I couldn't wait any longer. I clenched my dagger and dashed towards the boss.

I didn't cover up my footsteps, so the boss heard me first. When he turned around and saw me rushing towards him, he smiled. "Little brother, you really have guts."

He just looked at me with a cold smile, not showing any signs of resistance. Although he had a knife in his hand, it was slightly lowered and wasn't aimed at me.

When I saw his confident look, my heart jumped. I kept having the feeling that he was up to something. I had already jumped into a trap.

Unfortunately, with Little Tang Wei here, even though I know it's a trap, I had no choice but to enter.

I was already in front of the boss. I reached out and stabbed him in the chest with my knife. Then my body slammed into his.

The boss staggered and then fell to the ground. He struggled to his feet and looked at the wound on his chest. He looked at me. He grinned at me and disappeared.

The villagers were all shocked. They looked at the stairs but couldn't say a single word. The place was deathly quiet.

Little Tang Wei standing at the side asked curiously: "Did his soul dissipate?"

I shook my head. "Not yet. I'm not that fast."

I cut open the Little Tang Wei's rope with my blade and released the old farmer. Then, I hurriedly said, "Let's go."

With me with my dagger in front, acting like a man trying to kill someone, like a Buddha trying to kill a Buddha, who would dare to stop us?

Those villagers all cowered, automatically opening up a path for us. But when Little Tang Wei and I were about to pass through, there were those kind of blind people.

One of the villagers grabbed the old farmer and shouted, "Just now, this wisp of your soul was saved by me. You should at least give me a piece of meat to eat. "

I turned and saw that it was the one who had proposed to put out the oil lamp. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It seems that the reason this fellow suggested to extinguish the lights was to eat more meat. I have overestimated these people's moral standards.

I walked over with my dagger and asked the man, "Are you going to let go?"

The man shook his head and tightened his grip. "I won't let go. If you want to cut me, cut off my wrist."

I smiled. "What do you think?"

Just as I was about to cut him, the old farmer stopped me. He asked me to borrow a dagger and then cut his own leg. He cut off a piece of meat the size of a fist and gave it to the man.

After the man got the meat, he let go of the old farmer with satisfaction.

I said to the old farmer, "It's dangerous for you to do this. These people are insatiable."

The old farmer sighed. "In any case, he saved me once. I would rather be cut into pieces than suffer any more punishment. You don't know what it feels like to have your soul being roasted by a lamp. "

I sighed. "What I mean is that everyone here is insatiably greedy."

I pulled the old farmer to leave, but what I feared turned out to be reality. The villagers who had been cowering in fear all gathered over. They looked at the old farmer with greed and said, "I also want a piece of meat. You have to give me one, otherwise, you won't be able to leave."

The old farmer's face turned pale as he said coldly, "I came here to seek revenge on the boss. Other than him, I have no enmity with any of you. Don't make things difficult for me."

How could those people hear such words? They only believed that the old farmer was more generous and would even cut off his own meat to give to others. So as long as they persevere, they might be able to get a piece of meat.

I brandished my dagger, trying to force them away, but it was useless. They were no longer afraid of death for the sake of just one bite.

We were in a stalemate when we heard a loud noise. This voice startled everyone. The crowd turned to the side and saw a three-meter-tall Buddha statue glaring at us angrily.

The villagers all hesitated, muttering, "Another Buddha statue? It can't be fake this time, right? "

Then, I heard a cold snort, and a person walked out from behind the Buddha statue. If it wasn't the boss, who else could it be?

When the villagers saw the boss and the Buddha statue, they were so scared that they didn't dare to move anymore. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I brought Little Tang Wei and the old farmer out of the encirclement. We walked quickly toward the Buddha.

Little Tang Wei asked me: "Did we go the wrong way? "Why are you looking for the boss again?"

I whispered, "That's not the boss."

I have a point because there is a red mark on the heart of the Buddha statue in front of me. It is the blood of my fingertip. This Buddha statue was also fake, and it was also made from paper. And the boss next to him, should be Xiao Miao in disguise.