"Yes, my soldiers have eaten your family! But in times of famine, don't you sell your sons and daughters? How much can a kid sell for, ten taels? Fifteen taels?" Zhao Guangzhi persuaded hard, "Just do it.
Just treat the child as sold to me, can't you? Just treat it like a sky-high price, and you'll live the rest of your life enjoying food and drink, and you won't have to suffer from hunger or cold anymore!"
The soul-capturing mirror groaned: "This guy can do it, I was so excited when he said it."
Of course, it's of no use if its heart beats.
He Lingchuan patted it twice. Zhao Guangzhi is a bad person, not stupid, and he also knows how to look for the weaknesses in people's hearts.
If not, how could he gather an army here and be invincible?
From a utilitarian point of view, what he said seems to be fine, and even the mirror agrees with it.
He Lingchuan glanced across the audience and found that several people's eyes flickered and hesitation appeared on their faces.
As Zhao Guangzhi said, selling one's children is not an appalling event, and the exchange for it is just a few meals. The people of the Golden Plains learned to bow to reality very early.
What is reality?
The reality is that people should try their best to survive and take care of themselves first. As the saying goes, the dead are gone, but the living can still be pursued.
Zhao Guangzhi also keenly caught the changes in everyone, and quickly added to the anger: "I just want to die quickly! I am still going to die, and you still took revenge! You can take revenge and get money at the same time, what's wrong?!"
After saying this last sentence, several people in the crowd moved their shoulders, as if they were planning to raise their hands.
Dong Rui turned sideways slightly and said to He Lingchuan:
"Isn't that a little thoughtless? Three is too few. You should increase the number to ten or more."
He Lingchuan only said: "We'll see."
Human nature is very complex.
Sure enough, an old woman in the crowd suddenly shouted: "Shouhou Li, do you want to raise your hand?"
The man next to her was thin and stooped, with hands that were longer than her knees, and his demeanor did indeed resemble that of a monkey.
Li Houhou was yelled at by her and suddenly became a little panicked.
The old woman stared at him, her eyes full of bloodshot eyes: "You are an old bachelor who is supreme, and you just want to take this money, right? You don't care about other people's blood feud, right?"
The gazes cast by the villagers made Li Hou subconsciously take a step back: "There is no such thing, I have no intention of raising my hand!"
The old woman said sternly: "This evil thief ate two of my grandchildren, and praised them while eating them! I wanted to collect their bodies, but I couldn't even distinguish the pile of bones! How dare you raise your hand to let this evil thief escape from heaven's punishment, mother-in-law?"
Even if I fight for my life, I will set fire to your house, destroy your fields, and beat your people!"
She screamed at the top of her lungs, and her words aroused the anger of the crowd. Some people couldn't wait to cook the ogre, so they grabbed stones from the ground and threw them at Zhao Guangzhi.
Zhao Guangzhi was also hit hard and was furious: "Old Qianpo ruined my good deeds! What does it have to do with you when others take money?"
The old woman sneered: "When you arrested my grandson, I took my own place, but you refused! Haha, if I had known this, you should have nodded in agreement!"
Seeing all the villagers scolding Zhao Guangzhi, those in the crowd did not dare to say a word.
Fish-eye blisters began to appear in the water in the pot, and Zhao Guangzhi was so burned that he screamed: "Last time limit! If you don't plead, the thirty thousand taels will be gone! You will never see that much money again!"
The yellow-haired girl suddenly stood in front of him: "Do you really think the villagers are easy to deceive? Even if you have so much money, who will give it to them for you?"
Zhao Guangzhi suddenly got stuck.
Yes, he himself is about to die. Who will take out one hundred thousand taels of silver for him and distribute it to the three people who asked for mercy?
Who wants to do such a thing?
"I, I can tell these three people in private!"
"Privately?" The yellow-haired girl pointed to the brightly lit market entrance, and then pointed to He Lingchuan and others, "Are you sure? Do these black-armored gentlemen agree?"
Everyone suddenly woke up. Yes, these big black guys have been silent since the show started, but will they really sit back and ignore it?
One hundred thousand silver, why didn't they accept it themselves? Could they really allow those three people to get one hundred thousand silver?
What kind of world is this? Who would believe such fairy tales?
No matter who was about to stir up his heart, he was immediately awakened by the cold water in his pocket.
What you can't get, the money from evil thief Zhao is empty talk, you can't get it at all!
"Cook him!" someone yelled.
"Cook him! Cook him!"
"We don't want anything, just eat his flesh and skin him!"
The roar of the villagers echoed in the night sky.
He Lingchuan asked Dong Rui: "How?"
The latter hummed: "Okay, I saw it, and you got what you wanted."
Seeing that there was no hope in instigating the villagers, Zhao Guangzhi immediately turned to the black-armored knight again.
He Lingchuan remained unmoved, while Wan Qifeng and others under him certainly ignored him, standing like statues in the dark night.
The water in the pot was about to boil, and Zhao Guangzhi was crying and screaming, with tears running down his face and cursing.
He scolded the villagers of Liuping, scolded the knight in black armor, scolded the unfair fate, and used all the vicious words.
Dong Rui looked over and said seriously: "His legs are ripe."
Because the water in the pot has boiled.
Zhao Guangzhi's screams and cries echoed over Liuping.
At this time, he no longer had the strength to curse, so he just begged He Lingchuan to grant him death.
The villagers of Liuping had calmed down from their anger and were quietly enjoying the scene.
As they watched, many people burst into tears.
For the sake of his family members who were eaten, and for the pain he suffered.
Revenge, finally revenge!
It's time, He Lingchuan gestured to Wan Qifeng.
Two knights in black armor came forward, untied Zhao Guangzhi from the log, and stuffed his whole body into the boiling water, leaving only his head exposed!
Zhao Guangzhi yelled "Ouch", which was even scarier than the cry of an ape.
"I curse you to die a good death!" His eyes were red, and he used his last strength to hiss at He Lingchuan, "I will become a ghost after I die, and I will never let you go..."
Before he finished speaking, a gulp of boiling water was poured into his stomach.
He can no longer speak.
After a few more breaths, he stopped moving and half-sinked and half-floated in the boiling water with his eyes wide open.
This notorious ogre himself was finally boiled into soup.
Seeing this, the black-armored leader lifted the reins, and the horse slowly walked to the cauldron.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he took out the soul chain and soul box from his arms and forcibly collected Zhao Guangzhi's soul.
The effect of light and shadow was still shocking. When Zhao Guangzhi's dead soul was pulled out, the villagers of Liuping watched intently and looked at the black-armored leader with even more respect and fear.
Zhao Guangzhi cursed him before he died and wanted to turn into a ghost to seek revenge on him. Isn't this funny?
After death, even the soul was taken away by others!
Zhao Guangzhi's soul was sucked into the soul box with a hiss, and the surroundings returned to calm. The black-armored leader said: "The death penalty will not be punished, and Zhao Guangzhi's soul will continue to suffer in the chaos!"
The villagers didn’t know what “chaos” was, but they felt at ease after hearing:
It seems like a place dedicated to torturing evildoers.