Chapter 178

After I left, the cry of the village, like a balloon, began to become slowly silent.

However, when I passed by the villagers, no one saw me showing fear, and all of them sneered.

For the blood, for the slaughter seems to be taken for granted, without a trace of pity, without a trace of sympathy.

These villagers let me see more bloodthirsty and schadenfreude.

After that night, I went back to the place that was burned to ruins. It was actually a warm place for me to feel the village.

Thinking of the kind eyes of the old man who once loved him, he revealed his love for himself. For a moment, it seemed that his cold heart was melted again.

Think of those two tough nests, think of the scene that the old man stood up for himself.

Tears in the eyes can not help but Shua Shua flow down.

I can't control the emotion in my heart. I knelt on the ruins with a puff. I smashed my hands like the ground.

I hate it!

I hate why these villains attack such a weak old man. What's more, I hate that none of these villagers even stand up to stop them.

I think of the villagers, and their cold eyes and ferocious expressions are like demons. I swear to find out why.

So I stayed on the ruins all night.

A white light began to appear in the sky, and I began to walk towards the village with my tired body.

The bustling market is as noisy as ever. Apart from seeing selfishness in these faces, I can't see anything else.

It's like yesterday's things didn't happen, and the rhythm of life in the past has been restored.

I walked slowly up the street, secretly observing the villagers.

"Hey, get out of here! It's mine. " A sudden voice broke the noise of the market. When I looked back, I found a strong middle-aged man yelling at a little boy.

The little boy didn't seem to be afraid at all. There was a strong momentum in his eyes. He spat at the middle-aged man and said, "it's my stuff. Do you want to rob it?"

The pedestrians stopped immediately and gathered around. There was a cry in the crowd.

"Fight, kill this little thing."

The sound was like pouring a cup of cold water into a hot pot, and it began to boil.

The noise in the crowd began to gather, all shouting and fighting.

My expression in the moment dignified, a small thing as for this?

saw as like as two peas of the villagers' eyes, and the expression was so sinister and ugly.

Pop!

The middle-aged man actually showed a vicious smile, a heavy slap in the face of the little boy, made a violent sound.

The little boy's mouth was covered with a trace of blood, and the five fingerprints on his face were clearly visible. He immediately covered his red cheek with his hands, without a trace of shouting, as if he didn't know the pain.

Just stare at the middle-aged man with a trace of vicious eyes, vaguely I found that the little boy's eyes actually revealed a strong sense of killing.

"Good fight!" Some people can't help clapping and cheering when they see the middle-aged man start, but others say to the little boy, "kill him, kill him."

In the crowd's shouts, the middle-aged man showed a scornful smile to the little boy.

Poof!

The little boy didn't know where to find a sharp dagger before everyone reacted. He thrust it into the middle-aged man's chest. The middle-aged man spat out a mouthful of blood in amazement.

The little boy took back the dagger in his hand, wiped the blood on the dagger, and turned away quietly.

People saw that the middle-aged man fell to the ground, but there was no one to help.

"Cut, it's useless." It seems that the public didn't care about the middle-aged man's being stabbed. On the contrary, it seemed to sweep everyone's interest. They spat and scattered one after another.

Although the middle-aged man was stabbed, but the stab was not too deep to hurt people's lives. The middle-aged man covered the wound with his hand, spat on his face and quickly left the scene.

When this happened, the people around recovered their peace as if nothing had happened.

It seems that in the village, it's very common to fight and hurt people. The villagers here always look excited when they see such a scene.

I'm afraid only evil people can do such a thing. Are the people in this village not good people?

The question in my heart became more and more serious, and seeing this scene strengthened my belief to find out the reason.

After some inquiry, I'm going to find the head of the village and ask him what happened in the village and why the people here have become so indifferent.Across the street, I came to an open place, which is located in this hut.

Under a big tree, there was an old man who thought he was tall and thin. I heard that this man was the head of this village.

When I walked in, the old man got up and looked at me staring at him. He turned a white eye and said to me: "who, don't you go away!"

I'm angry when I hear that. You let me go before I speak.

Accustomed to the style of the village, I was not angry and said to the village head, "old man, if you dare to say something, I'll beat you all over the place to find your teeth!"

Sure enough, after I made a cruel remark, the village head immediately closed his mouth and looked at me with disdain.

"Village head, I've come to ask you something." I saw that the village Leng came down, not from the mouth said.

The village head gave me a wicked smile and said, "hum, if you have something to say, let it go."

Listening to the words of the village head, I tried to resist the anger in my heart and asked, "on the way I came here just now, I saw a strong man and a child fighting each other for a small matter, and the people around me didn't have the slightest intention of persuading. I don't know why?"

"Hum, it's a fart. How can you come to disturb me for such a trifle?" With that, the village head's face became distorted.

The village head showed a touch of contempt from the corner of his eyes. He continued to snort for me to retort: "and you, don't you just kill a few people? We cheer for you. Why are you not happy? "

Damn it, it makes no sense.

I was so angry that I grabbed the village head and pressed him on the ground and asked, "what's the matter with this village? I don't think you're good people."

Pop!

I twisted the village head's arm and made a sound of bone loosening. The village grew up in pain and cried.

Then the village head said angrily, "you're not a good man. You're not a good man without a good heart."