Those years of farming in the mountains

Chapter 67 Farce
Wang Anjiu lowered his head, under his chapped lips were bloodshot gums, he tried hard to open his swollen eyes and looked at Wang Xiaobo beside him.

This is his son, but now he is tied to the tree stump with him, half naked, and has been scorched by the sun and abused by his neighbors.

"Xiaobo... Dad..."

pat!

A stone was thrown on Wang Xiaobo's face, leaving a red mark with slight blue marks.

Wang Anjiu stared wide-eyed, looking angrily at the surrounding villagers.

In the end, the sight was fixed on a corner, where there was a group of half-grown children, most of whom wore shofar braids, and the stone was thrown by one of them.

He recognized the doll, he had come to his house for lunch back then, and often played with Xiaobo, and the other children were similar, they were all descendants of the same village, and they often did fishing and climbing trees together.

But at this moment, this group of children, along with their parents, picked up those dirty words and babbled them out of their mouths.Most of the children were young, and most of them didn't know the specific meaning, they just yelled out all at once, while being childish, they stabbed all those words full of hatred at the two of them.

The adults at the side didn't stop them, and even touched their heads and smiled to encourage them. Then, as if in a competition, the children of all ages shouted loudly, and the sound wave became louder and louder.

The pair of eyes lost their youthful vigor, and looked like bloodthirsty jackals instead.

Wang Anjiu was stunned. After a long time, he looked sideways at Wang Xiaobo and found that his son's eyes were numb, as if he didn't understand why his old friend was like this.

"Burn them!"

Someone raised a torch and shouted, and threw it at the piles of grass and firewood piled up under the stake.

Smoke curled up and sparks flickered.

"Father... hot..."

Wang Xiaobo yelled tremblingly, his swollen eye sockets that had already dried up turned red again, his voice was hoarse, and his thin, dust-stained face was full of panic and panic.

"Little Bo! Little Bo..."

"It's father's fault. Father shouldn't have told the village elders about your birthday... Father should have taken you away, away from here..."

In the light of the fire below him, the man who had been farming for most of his life was now full of tears, his thick square face twisted into a crumpled ball, like a piece of paper that had been thrown on the ground and trampled on.

Wang Anjiu cried and comforted her, but the child gradually burned in pain in the fire, and her father's yells for help became more and more terribly.

The crowd shouted like fire.

The man's voice gradually subsided, only the gurgling in his throat seemed to be blocked. After seeing his son wrapped in flames, he retched, as if his heart and lungs were about to be forced out by the strong despair.

He regretted it, regretted that he believed too much in these neighbors who were close to each other on weekdays, and in the energetic and fair village elder.

"Witch!! Just use me! Use me!"

The man straightened his neck, and squeezed out the last bit of strength from his upper body. Regardless of the flames below him, his eyes were about to burst, and his face was bruised, he shouted with all his strength, "My son is innocent! The Dragon King... the Dragon King eats me!" That's enough, I have a lot of meat, and it will definitely rain if I eat it... It's enough to eat me... woo woo..."

"Don't eat Xiaobo, please, please..."

The mournful wailing echoed in the open space, and was soon suppressed by the boiling voices. It was raging flames, and it was the crusade against this 'selfish' father by hundreds of villagers——

"Wang Anjiu! In vain I thought you were an honest person! Now that the village has angered the Dragon King, you have to think about us folks if you don't think about yourself! Why did you take this little bastard to escape! "

"When you run away, how will the Dragon King explain? What about the sacrifices? When the Dragon King gets angry, he wants us to be buried with him!"

"You ran away. You're not going to let the other neighbors take the blame! This thing is outrageous!"

"Yeah, thanks to helping your family collect food back then, now it looks like an ungrateful white-eyed wolf!"

Overwhelmed by the sound, Wang Anjiu was in a daze, only murmuring that it wasn't what he wanted, and that the village elder didn't tell him to use Xiaobo as a sacrifice.

At this time, the sorceress also spoke, holding up her scepter, Ulala howled for a while, then twitched twice, and pointed at the two people on the tree stump:

"Burn them! Hand them over to the Dragon King for trial!"

The villagers roared, some fell to their knees, some bowed their heads.

Either shouted that the Dragon King appeared and prayed for rain; or agreed to burn the two to the Dragon King to calm the anger.

Rumble!
Under the clear sky, thunder suddenly sounded like a shock.

The village elder looked at the sorceress beside him, waiting for the next instruction from the other party, but there was no movement for a long time.

Tatata!
Hasty footsteps kicked the shoulders and arms, and just as the villagers raised their heads to look around, two dull and loud noises rose from the crowd.

Boom!
Boom!
Like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, two blasts suddenly exploded. In an instant, all the villagers felt the thunder in their ears, and suddenly felt their hearts being clenched tightly. There were two loud bangs, as if mixed with other syllables, one tightened and the other loosened. , wanting to listen and discern, but his head seems to be about to burst.

Pfft!
The sound of falling to the ground sounded one after another.

The village elder swayed, and when he was about to fall over, he heard footsteps coming to his side, and was about to raise his eyes——

Bang!
A handful of hot blood was splashed on the face, the old man couldn't help but feel stunned, the next moment he felt his heart beating, his thoughts collapsed in an instant, his head was dizzy, and his eyes went black.

fell to the ground.

……

Wang Anjiu never thought that one day, his child would be tied up with ropes by a group of villagers who were originally regarded as friends and brothers and given to the Dragon King.

He didn't even think that he would be tied to a wooden stake, and that he would watch his son burn to death, and that he would be accompanied by the shrill cry for help until he died too.

But at this moment, everything seems to have changed.

"...you... Dragon King?"

He was so angry that he wanted to remember this young man who floated in, but he dared not look directly at him as if he was facing a fairy.

In his eyes, the other party's waving made hundreds of people fall to the ground, including the witch village elders. This is simply beyond imagination, and it can be called a fairy trick.

But don't dragon kings all have horns?This should be another fairy.

The gods came down to save us!
So... can it rain?
Without waiting to think about it, I saw that the other party lightly stroked the thumb-thick rope with one hand, and the rope broke.

He stamped his foot on the ground, kicking up sand and dust to extinguish the flames.

"Get out of here and go somewhere else."

Master Immortal said so in a soft voice, but it seemed to be imprinted in his mind, and he couldn't forget it even if he wanted to.

Whoa!
The blood-stained money bag embroidered with two lotus flowers fell to the ground and was thrown at Wang Anjiu's feet.

"Take this and stay away from this child."

The man picked up the child, and his feet were burnt, which made people feel distressed, but fortunately, he was still alive, his legs were fine, and he was able to walk.

Wang Anjiu was about to pray to the immortal for forgiveness of the sins of the village and for rain. For this reason, he even preferred to offer himself as a sacrifice to the immortal in front of him!
"..."

However, the other party was unmoved, and Shi Shiran left.

The figure jumped out like a big bird, and soon disappeared.

On the open space, Wang Anjiu stared blankly at the surroundings. When he noticed that the surrounding villagers showed signs of awakening, he quickly picked up the money bag and ran out of the village with the children on his back...

In the mountains and forests, Chen Yu, who was hiding behind the trees, watched the other party go away, and then turned around.

"A farce..."

He shook his hand, picked two blades of grass and wiped the blood on his fingertips. For no reason, he felt a little bored.

(End of this chapter)