After the five-year-old milk bag came down the mountain, everyone was vying to dote on her

Chapter 216 Cruel Fantasy
Plate after plate of delicious-looking meals was brought to the table.

People around were eating the banquet and chatting about homely things. The fantasy world suddenly changed to a scene. The red cloth turned into a hundred steps, and the big red word "hi" turned into "Die". There was a coffin in the hall. In front of the coffin, the groom's parents were wearing sackcloth and mourning. Grab land.

The guests were still the same group, and everyone had a sad expression. The two aunties at Shen Weixun's table who liked to talk began to whisper to each other again.

"It's so tragic. We just got married yesterday and today we are gone."

"Hey, I really don't want someone who has studied. He is too hot-tempered. I heard that Liu Gui was strangled to death by his wife while he was sleeping after the wedding yesterday."

"It's too vicious. The village chief can't kill her?"

"That's not possible. It cost so much money to buy it, and it didn't leave any roots. The village chief's wife must not be able to give birth, but this little wife can give birth."

“Can the village chief’s wife agree?”

"What does it matter if you agree or disagree? Can you still defeat the village chief?"

The funeral ended quickly and the guests gradually left. Shen Weixun and Ruanruan exchanged glances and pulled Meng Xiaoming out of the courtyard and back to the cabin where they first stayed.

"What we are experiencing now should be what happened in this village. We don't know the answer to this illusion."

After returning to the house, Shen Weixun sat on the bed, took out the prepared compressed biscuits, handed them to Meng Xiaoming and said.

"When we came yesterday, the village had been abandoned for a long time, but the furnishings in this room were still very complete. It was like people disappeared out of thin air. The illusion should continue to change. We need to know what happened next to find a breakthrough. "

Ruanruan analyzed.

"They should have bought that bride."

Meng Xiaoming blinked his eyes and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. There was always an endless stream of people buying and selling people. Women who were bought into the mountains rarely had the chance to go out, and they would basically be buried here for the rest of their lives.

Suddenly, the sound of gongs and drums started to sound again outside, and then there was a rapid knock on the door. Shen Weixun went to open the door, and the child who came to greet them in the morning appeared again, and even the words he said were exactly the same as before.

"Uncle Qian, why are you getting up? The banquet is about to start. The bride has arrived. My mother told you to hurry up. You won't be able to make it in time for the banquet."

Shen Weixun closed the door with a snap. The child at the door kept banging on the wooden door as if urging him to die, yelling and repeating something.

"Come out! Come to my wedding! Come out!"

The child shouted for a long time, then suddenly changed into a rough male voice, shouting fiercely.

“We’ll pack up and go in a while!”

Shen Weixun shouted outside through the door.

The knocking on the door stopped, and after a while, the clear voice of the child rang out again: "My mother said that the village chief's son has a beautiful wife this time. Come on!"

It gradually became quiet outside the door. Shen Weixun looked at Meng Xiaoming, who had difficulty moving, and said, "This house should be safe. You stay here. This time, Ruanruan and I will go." "Okay, then be careful. point."

Meng Xiaoming took stock of his current health condition and realized that he was now a useless burden, so he might as well just wait where he was.

Ruanruan has shined in the past few rounds at the conference, and her strength must not be linked to her age.

This time only Shen Weixun and Ruanruan went to the banquet. The plot was exactly the same as before. First there was the wedding banquet, the tied bride, then the funeral, and the groom died on the wedding night. Even the expressions of the people around him did not change.

"Go back?" After the funeral, Ruanruan approached Shen Weixun and asked in a low voice.

"Go back and see if the cycle continues." Shen Weixun responded in a low voice.

As they guessed, this illusion was like forcing them to watch a movie. As soon as they returned to the cabin, it would start again. When the third funeral was over, they chose to stay where they were, and the illusion changed again. The scene suddenly changed from day to night.

The candlelight in the village chief's house flickered on and off, and the shadows in the house were printed on the windows. People who fell on the beams were swaying, and the sound of whips was faintly heard in the house.

"I told you to be disobedient! If you kill my son, you will have to stay with our Liu family!" the village chief shouted angrily.

Then there was a sound of banging and throwing things in the house, and the hanging man was put down. The village chief's wife slowly walked out of the house, hugged her son's portrait, and sat on the steps crying.

"Son, don't worry, as long as that woman gives birth to our Liu family's child, I will kill her to avenge you, no! I won't kill her, I will make her life worse than death!" The village chief's wife caressed the portrait and muttered. .

The screams of women in the house were heard one after another. The village chief's wife gradually became numb as she listened to the turbulent noises of her husband and daughter-in-law. After a while, the village chief walked out of the house, mentioning that she had not had time to tidy up. Good pants.

The scene continued to change. Many men came in one after another at the village chief's house. The village chief's wife stood at the gate with a child in her arms. There was a bowl in front of her. The bowl contained various denominations of coins. Every time a man entered the house, he suddenly Throw a dime into the bowl.

The absurd scenes taking place in the house were clearly visible through the candlelight. There was an endless stream of men entering the house, some smacking their lips and feeling that it was not enough, they would come out and have sex with each other again and continue to go back.

Ruanruan couldn't bear to continue watching, so she closed her eyes and turned her head away. She clenched her fists and suppressed her desire to rush forward and kill these people. She warned herself over and over again that this was an illusion.

The village chief walked out of the house slowly, with a still unfinished expression on his face, and asked his wife: "How is it? How much did it cost?"

"It's eight hundred yuan. If you have another two hundred yuan, you'll get your money back." The village chief's wife sneered and replied angrily.

"Hey, why are you so jealous? This woman seems to be pregnant. Let's get her some abortion pills tomorrow and abort the child." The village chief explained with a smile.

"I got it. I won't pick up this wave after it's gone. It's time for the child to sleep." The village chief's wife rolled her eyes.

The illusion continued, and everyone disappeared in the yard in an instant. This time, Shen Weixun and Niannian finally saw the true appearance of the bride. She was a very good-looking girl, with long black hair hanging loosely on her shoulders. , the corners of his mouth and cheeks were black and blue, and his haggard face was full of hatred.

At this time, she was in the yard, tied to a stool. The village chief's wife slowly approached her with a bowl of dark soup. The village chief nodded and pulled out the rag stuffed in the girl's mouth. He restrained her head and forcibly pinched her mandible to open her mouth, and the decoction was poured into the girl's throat.

The girl struggled to shake her head, with two lines of clear tears flowing out of the corners of her eyes. When the soup bottomed out, the rag was stuffed back into her mouth. The pain in her stomach became more and more severe. The girl was sweating coldly, and her legs were gradually stained by a large amount of blood. red.