The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

Ningshan city is a small but peaceful town, which is neither big nor small, has no flood and has not experienced much drought.

Unlike the bustle and bustle of Yuezhou city in Yangzhou, it is not down to the point where Dianzhou is not even a decent city. The people of Ningshan city wear ordinary coarse linen clothes, rush to the market that is neither busy nor depressed, sell ordinary groceries and vegetables, and make a thousand copies of their lives.

If there is any difference in Ningshan City, all the people in Ningshan will show a secretive look, some frightened and some disgusted "hiss" at you, then talk about "sin" and leave in a hurry, leaving outsiders confused.

A small village outside Ningshan city is separated from other surrounding villages by a sparse forest and a river. Then it is so simple and isolated from the outside world.

This village, which has tried its best to hide itself, is called kujiao village. Its original name has long been forgotten. For more than a decade, it has been called kujiao village. No one wants to come to this village except some relatives who have moved away.

I don't know. The village where no one has gone out to buy for three days has been occupied by two beautiful girls.

It was supposed to be time for families to get together for dinner, but there was no smoke in the whole village, which seemed particularly depressed.

In the open space where rice and vegetables were dried in the village, two girls in white stood in a pavilion, holding hands. The golden light of the sunset hit them, as if crossing a sacred halo.

The fine fluff on the girl's face looked so gentle. Her clear eyes did not see any aggressive amazement. On the contrary, there was a kind of soft and beautiful facial features, like a fairy in the sky and a Bodhisattva in the world.

On hot days, the villagers who wrapped their bodies tightly watched the two girls obsessed, knelt around them, tried their best to stick their bodies on the dirty ground, and prayed piously for the salvation of the saint.

"You have suffered great suffering. Most of you have lost your close relatives. You have survived in pain and despair. You are physically crippled and look like a ghost."

The two girls spoke in unison, with the same speed and content, but one had a slightly lower tone and the other had a slightly higher tone, forming a fascinating magic sound like a duet.

Pitying eyes fell on the villagers, as if they had penetrated the time, and suddenly let the villagers recall the pain and fear of dying in those years.

Some unbearable old women sobbed and twitched like stray dogs. Their voice was hoarse and ugly. Under their veil, a pair of dry, hollow, black and dirty holes replaced their eyes.

She should want to cry, but in the black hole, she couldn't shed clean tears, but spilled a little yellowing strange body fluid.

"You are disgusted by the world and brutally abandoned by the closest people. Even if you struggle to survive, they think you don't exist..."

"No, they want you not to exist."

"You are the nightmare of Ningshan city. As long as you live, they will be afraid of one day. Only when the village slowly returns to calm and you become dust covered bones, can they close their eyes at night, never mention you again and completely erase you from history."

The girl's voice was like crying, and the suppressed feelings of the villagers were aroused, including anger and despair.

There was an old man who couldn't stand the pain of magic sound and memory. He was thin and had only a handful of bones. He knocked his head on the ground with all his strength.

"Bang bang"

"May the heaven have mercy on my poor man --!"

The cuckoo cries blood, and its sharp cry is not like human voice, as if it roared out the depression of a lifetime.

The voice echoed above the village for a long time, but the roaring old man lay on the ground silently. There was no response. Only viscous blood poured out from his broken forehead and dry mouth.

The smell of blood and death covered the whole village with an indelible haze.

A pair of young girls turned a blind eye to the old man's death and stared into the distance with pity and high eyes.

"This is not your fault. You have borne the misfortunes you shouldn't have experienced for others."

The crowd became agitated, with numb, desperate and crazy eyes staring at the two girls.

"There are demon stars in the world. The white cloud fairy, who is astrological and fateful, only counted the time when the demon star was born, but forgot the disaster brought by the birth of the demon star."

"You have borne the punishment that God should have sent to the demon star."

"Saint, help us, we are innocent!"

Some villagers cried and wanted to climb to the girls with both hands and feet, but when they approached, they were watched by the girls' cold eyes. They felt dirty like bedbugs. They slowly stopped a few feet away and cried bitterly.

"The demon star hangs high in the sky. Extraordinary people can make it fall strong. The white cloud fairy spits blood when confronting the demon star and nearly dies. Although our sisters are born with fairy bones, they are not the opponent of the demon star with strong momentum."

The villagers are in despair. Even the saints who can make the Bodhisattva grow out of the ground, live in houses full of strange incense, and have divine light passing from time to time are not the opponents of the demon star. Then who can rescue them from the abyss?

"We are not opponents of the demon star, but you who bear the fate of heaven for her can return her bad luck..."

The girl held her hands, her forehead against her forehead and whispered, "the disease has come again, isn't it?"

"Ah!"

After a mother suddenly screamed and attracted everyone's attention, she was even more frightened and wrapped the child in her arms more tightly with a cloth.

The suffocating child couldn't help crying and howling, and the thin little hand struggled and beat hard. From the sleeve, a few crystal blisters looked particularly ferocious on his little hand.

Unable to hide, the mother hugged the child in pain and sobbed. Other villagers looked at it and only shook their heads and sighed, but the numbness on their faces could not dissipate.

It's all life, it's all life.

"Look, the plague is coming again, which indicates that the demon star is coming. She is getting closer and closer to Ningshan city."

The panic was spreading. The two girls calmly looked at the villagers' advice that they wanted to dig a hole and bury themselves. They couldn't help feeling disgusted from their heart, but they showed more compassion on their faces.

"Don't be afraid. As long as you can return the plague to the demon star, the heavenly punishment will stop, and you can live the same life as ordinary people. Your children can also stop this curse, become healthy again, grow up cleanly and pass on their blood."

"Merciful saint, please tell us who is the demon star that killed so many of us. How should we return the punishment to her!"

The corners of the mouths of the two girls raised a strange radian at the same time, and the alternating magic sound became sharp.

"Jiang qianxia, Chang ruigui's daughter Jiang qianxia, is the evil country demon star that brings you disaster!"

"... as for how to do it... How did you experience that year, don't you know..."

"Revenge, all the mistakes come from the demon star, but those who abandon you, hate you and want you to die should also taste your pain."

"Take revenge. Anyway, as long as the demon star accepts the divine punishment, all the disasters will disappear. You are not wrong. You just need to vent your pain for more than ten years..."

As night fell, one after another "fierce ghosts" wrapped in sackcloth walked out of kujiao village and walked slowly to Ningshan city.

Occasionally, when the night wind blows their clothes, they can see the ferocious spots on their skin and the uneven and disgusting skin like toads by the moonlight.

Repressed revenge for more than ten years, quietly came.