human suffering

Chapter 1129

It's impossible to expose He Naizi, Young Master Long just listened seriously, and didn't take it to heart anyway.

Looking up, they had already entered the village at this time, and several dark shadows stood in the middle of the road, blocking He Naizi's way.

"He Naizi, take us back."

What is this?
It's pitch-black, doesn't it look like a human?
All of them looked ferocious, could they be He Nazi's enemies?
So if He Naizi is blocked here, will Cai Gen and the others be able to rush over to save themselves?

Just wanting to have fun, He Naizi didn't slow down, and just ran away from the black shadows blocking the way.

"Trash Dim Sum, why do you want to go back without doing any work?"

"He Naizi, are you unreasonable, the things on the Taiqing ditch are much more dangerous than us, if we didn't run fast, we would have to throw them on it.

Are you calling us to help, or are you trying to harm us? "

It's over, it turned out to be He Naizi's gang.

Young Master Long suddenly remembered that just now He Naizi really summoned some kind of evil spirit to sacrifice to the villagers. These guys are here, so the villagers are all cold?

He Naizi was unmoved, as if they were not worth stopping at all.

"You're useless, you still blame me?
I don't have time to talk to you, I want to go if I have a move, but I die if I don't.

Then follow me to take you back to your hometown. "

Here is the important point. What He Naizi said about going back to his hometown should not be the same thing as what Heiying and the others wanted to say about going back, so Heiying was afraid and did not continue to entangle, but stood in the middle of the road, powerless and aggrieved. A child abandoned by his parents.

After leaving the village, we came to the edge of Taiqinggou. At this time, Taiqinggou was shrouded in a cloud of black air, and we couldn't see anything on it.

He Naizi stood still, put down Long Shao, picked up the black leather drum, combined the two into one, and tapped lightly, a layer of transparent bubbles suddenly appeared, covering He Naizi and the others in it.

After getting ready, He Naizi dragged Long Shao onto the ice surface of Taiqinggou and entered the cloud of black air.

Seeing that the bubbles blocked the black air, Long Shao was very curious, and wanted to reach out to touch the black air outside the bubbles, but He Naizi grabbed him.

"Don't touch it, it's lifeless.

We are mortals, so encountering them is very troublesome. "

Dead gas?

Although Young Master Long didn't understand, he could tell that it was definitely not a good thing, so he snuggled up to He Naizi and almost let her carry it away.

Not long after walking, I saw a villager bending over to tie his shoelaces.

What are you angry about?

Nonsense, right?

Is He Naizi scaring herself?

How are the villagers all right?

Long Shao didn't make a sound in a hurry, and after carefully following He Naizi past the villagers, he found that the villagers were silent and turned a blind eye to him?

This is a bit strange, Long Shao turned around and took a photo with his mobile phone, and when he took a closer look, he was shocked.

The squatting villager was tying his shoelaces, and his face was looking in the direction of the center of Taiqinggou, as if that was the direction from which the black air was coming.

Seeing his appearance, Young Master Long looked familiar. He seemed to be a neighbor of his uncle's family, and he didn't know his name.

The man in his 40s is very strong, the skin on his face is very rough, and there are already some signs of age. These are relatively normal, but when he sees the eyes of the villagers, it brings back a memory of Long Shao.

It was Zhao Erniu's eyes, after extubation in the hospital, he opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling unwillingly, a white nothingness, without any life.

This was the second time Young Master Long saw such a look in his eyes. Since the first impression was so deep, he would never be mistaken. It was the eyes of a dead person.

Long Shao unconsciously grasped He Naizi's arm, and didn't dare to stay, just asked in a low voice.

"He Naizi, what's wrong with that man? Why is he still motionless?"

He Naizi didn't even look at it, as if she was thinking about something, a little absent-minded.

"Death has entered the body"

"Then is he dead?"

This is what Young Master Long is most concerned about. These villagers all came to work here because of the red tickets they gave, otherwise wouldn't it be nice to drink at home on the second day of the new year?

Before He Naizi could answer, the second wave of villagers appeared, more than a dozen people, all doing everything, building a platform and hanging banners.

It's just that all the figures were fixed at the moment when the death energy entered the body, and it seemed that the death energy was moving so fast that no one seemed to be running away, showing a surprised and terrified expression.

He Naizi walked around the crowd, as if taking the time to answer Long Shao, as if she was busy too.

"I'm not dead for the time being. If I can survive till dawn and the sun shines, there is a high probability that I can live."

Looking at the villagers who looked like ice sculptures beside him, Long Shao unconsciously bit his lips.

Only by staying up until dawn can there be a high probability of not dying?
So how long is it until dawn?
ten hours?

After all, there are seven or eight hours, right?
Even if he is dead, standing motionless on the ice for seven or eight hours will be the end of the person, right?
As Long Shao continued to go deeper, the sparse villagers gradually increased, and Long Shao felt as if he had entered a wax museum in the Qingming Shanghe Tu.

Everyone is very lively and has set up their own actions.

Everyone is very fake, because they all maintain the last action.

Near the ice hole where the fish were placed, Long Shao finally couldn't take it anymore, because he saw his uncle, grandpa and big cousin, sitting on the horseshoe and smoking in a circle.

They all kept smoking, and only had a cigarette butt in their hands.

By the way, they all stared at the ice hole with lifeless eyes, as if something strange happened there.

It seemed that the black death energy spread from here, and they were the first victims.

People die for money, and birds die for food. Even though Young Master Long wants to take responsibility for the villagers' affairs, his will is not very strong. When it comes to the root, things are beyond his control. It's meaningless to insist on value for himself.

The villagers came here for money, not for nothing.

It is He Naizi and Baqi who harmed the villagers. It is far-fetched to say that they are accomplices. After all, they are fish and meat and have no choice.

Although Long Shao was able to rely on these two points to persuade himself not to be condemned by his conscience, but his uncle and big cousin were right in front of him, so it was really hard not to let his mind wander.

"He Naizi, these people, and..."

"If it's not troublesome, they are all irrelevant people, or else"

"God has the virtue of good life, especially the karma in the dark, I still"

Long Shao changed several angles, but he couldn't continue, because of these reasons, would He Naizi care?

Originally, she wanted to kill these villagers as sacrifices, but now that she is still alive, it is considered that her execution is not in place.

Seeing that He Naizi remained silent, Young Master Long finally thought of a breakthrough point.

"By the way, we have to accumulate virtue for our children. If so many people die at once, we have to think about our children instead of ourselves."

(End of this chapter)