Fast-wearing female supporting roles: the villain is pretending to be pitiful again

In the silent bamboo grove, the bright moonlight scattered all over the ground through the gaps between the tree branches, and also illuminated a group of people hiding in the forest.

Looking at the figures, there were about 8 people, including two girls in their teens.

But at this moment, their faces, like the other young guys, are full of tenacity, and their eyes are full of resentment.

Not long after, a thin figure flashed into the bamboo forest.

"Boss is back."

"Boss, how is the village?"

"Are those damn refugees still there?"

"It must be. We saw smoke coming from the roof when it was dark yesterday."

Yun Miao, who was dressed in a light gray dress, was surrounded as soon as he entered the forest.

Everyone is very concerned about the situation in the village.

It was their home not so long ago.

"What's the noise?"

"The village was occupied by a gang of gangsters. There were 23 people, [-] big men, and three women. They all gathered in the fourth uncle's house."

The boys in the fourth uncle's family are all powerful, and there is also a niece who is a powerful dart runner. The house built is better than that of Lizheng's house. It is built with blue bricks and red tiles, the only one in the village.

"The chickens and pigs have been harmed, the vegetable garden has been destroyed, the house has been burned in more than a dozen places, and the most important thing is..."

After a pause, she slowly scanned everyone's faces, "A dozen or so old people were probably hiding under the bed and in the cellar. They were caught and killed, and their bodies were thrown in a pit at the head of the village."

"what?"

Hearing this news, everyone who was excited just now cooled down and became heavy-hearted.

"Didn't Lizheng tell you to carry all the old ones away and not hide in the cellar? Why is there still no one left?"

"It's probably because I don't want to leave."

It may also be that the younger generation in the family feels that the old man is a burden and does not want to take it away.

Most of the people in the village are still simple, but there are also a few that are nothing.

"Never let these damn beasts go!"

"Yes, kill them, dare to kill people in our village, dare to burn our house, don't let them go."

Under the moonlight, a few half-children held hatchets and kitchen knives in their hands, or carefully shaved sticks with thick wrists, their eyes were full of murderous intent.

"The chickens and piglets that I didn't have time to take away were also ruined, and the vegetable garden was also destroyed. Alas, my mother told me that if the vegetables in the vegetable garden were still there, I would take them back."

Guo Sanni put down the basket on her back with a look of pity, swiped the floor, and pulled out her precious wooden stick from the basket.

The wooden stick is like a baseball bat, one side is bigger and the other side is smaller, the material is hard and dense, it is the iron birch tree that Yun Miao took them to search for in the forest for a long time.

"Sister Sanni, the wilted ones in the vegetable garden are not as good as the wild vegetables on the mountain. Why do you take them back? Even baked corn pancakes are not delicious."

The same 15-year-old girl, Ye Xiaoyu, was very open-minded. She never thought that there would be something left for them in the village.

Guo Sanni actually understood this truth, but her mother repeatedly told her to go down the mountain with a basket on her back.

"My mother used to go to the vegetable garden several times a day, and saved water to irrigate the vegetable seedlings. It took a lot of effort. She felt distressed and couldn't bear to waste her effort."

Guo Dazhuang saw the two little girls getting together endlessly, so he quickly interrupted, "Okay, Sanni, Xiaoyu, don't talk about this, let's listen to the boss, let's see what to do next!"

"Yes, tell me, boss, what should we do with them." The hatchet in Yang San'er's hand was polished and shiny, reflecting the cold light in the moonlight, and his face was no longer smiling like before. There was a bit of sharpness and chill in his eyes.