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 a tree stump with him, half naked, suffering from the sun and the abuse of his neighbors.
"Xiaobo...Dad..."
Snap!
A stone was thrown at Wang Xiaobo's face, leaving a red mark and a slight blue mark.
Wang Anjiu's eyes widened and he looked at the surrounding villagers with anger.
Finally, my eyes settled on a corner, where there was a group of half-grown children, most of whom were wearing braids, and it was one of them who threw the stone.
He recognized the doll. He had come to his house for lunch and often played with Xiaobo. The other children were similar, they were all descendants of the same village, and they often fished and climbed trees together.
But at this moment, this group of children, along with their parents, picked up those dirty words and said them out of their mouths like babbling. Most of the children were young and did not know the specific meaning, so they just shouted them out in one go. In their childishness, they said those dirty words
Words full of hatred were directed at the two of them.
The adults on the side did not stop them, and even touched their heads and smiled to encourage them. Then, as if it was a competition, the young men all shouted loudly, and the sound became louder and louder.
The pair of eyes lost their youthful vigor, and instead looked like bloodthirsty jackals.
Wang Anjiu was stunned for a long time. He turned to look at Wang Xiaobo and found that his son's eyes were blank, as if he didn't understand why his former friend was acting like this.
"Burn them!"
Someone held a torch and shouted, throwing grass and firewood piled under the wooden pile.
Smoke curled up and sparks flickered.
"Dad... it's hot..."
Wang Xiaobo shouted tremblingly, his swollen eye sockets that had long been drained became red again, his voice was hoarse, and his thin, dusty face was full of fear and panic.
"Xiaobo! Xiaobo..."
"It's Dad's fault. Dad shouldn't have told the village elders about your birthday... Dad should have taken you away and left here..."
Under the firelight, the man who had been farming for most of his life was bursting with tears and tears. His honest square face was twisted into a ball, like a piece of paper that had been thrown to the ground and stepped on.
Wang Anjiu cried and comforted him, but the child gradually began to burn in the fire, and his father's screams for help became more and more shrill.
The crowd's shouts rose as loudly as a fire.
However, the man's voice slowly subsided, and only the gurgling in his throat seemed to be blocked. After seeing his son wrapped in flames, he retched, as if the rich despair was forcing his heart and lungs out.
He regretted that he had placed too much trust in these neighbors who were close to each other in daily life, and in the village elder who was energetic and fair.
"Goddess!! 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 tongues of fire beneath him, his eyes were about to burst, and veins popped up on his face. He screamed with all his strength: "My son is innocent! Dragon King...Dragon King, he eats me."
That's enough. I have a lot of meat. If you eat me, it will definitely make it rain... It's enough to eat me... Wuwu..."
"Don't eat Xiaobo, please, please..."
The shrill wailing echoed in the open space, and was quickly suppressed by the roar of the crowd. It was a fierce and angry flame, and it was hundreds of villagers' crusade against this 'selfish' father——
"Wang Anjiu! I thought you were an honest person! Now that the village has angered the Dragon King, you have to think about us fellow villagers instead of yourself! Why did you run away with this little beast!
"
"What will the Dragon King say when you run away? What will happen to the sacrifices? If the Dragon King is angry, he will be buried with us!"
"If you run away, why don't you let the other neighbors take the blame! This is not an honest thing to do!"
"Yeah, I helped your family collect food back then, but now I look like an ungrateful white-eyed wolf!"
Wang Anjiu was overwhelmed by the sound and was stunned. He just kept mumbling that he didn't want it and that the village elder didn't tell him that he wanted to use Xiaobo as a sacrifice.
At this time, the goddess also spoke, raising her staff high, and Ulala howled wildly, then twitched twice, and pointed at the two people on the tree stump from a distance:
"Burn them! Hand them over to the Dragon King for trial!"
The villagers screamed, some fell to their knees and some bowed their heads.
Either they shouted for the Dragon King to appear and prayed for rain; or they agreed to burn the two people to the Dragon King to calm down his anger.
Boom!
Under the clear sky, thunder suddenly sounded like a tremor.
The village elder looked at the goddess next to him, waiting for her next instruction, but there was no movement for a long time.
Tap tap tap!
He kicked his shoulders and arms with rapid steps. Just when the villagers raised their heads and wanted to look around, two dull loud noises echoed through the crowd.
Boom!
Boom!
It was as if two drums and bells in the evening suddenly exploded. In an instant, all the villagers felt thunder in their ears, and their hearts suddenly felt tightened. The two loud bangs seemed to be mixed with other syllables, one tight and one loose.
, I want to listen carefully but my head seems to burst.
Plop!
The sound of falling to the ground sounded one after another.
The village elder was swaying and about to collapse when he heard footsteps coming to his side and was about to raise his eyes——
Bang!
A handful of hot blood was poured on his face, and the old man couldn't help but froze. The next moment, he felt his heart skip a beat, his thoughts suddenly disappeared, he felt dizzy, and his vision went dark.
Fell to the ground.
…
Wang Anjiu never thought that one day, his child would be tied up with a rope by a group of villagers who were originally regarded as friends and brothers, and given to the Dragon King.
He never thought that he would be tied to a wooden stake and would watch his son being burned alive. He would be accompanied by that shrill cry for help before he died too.
But at this moment, everything seemed to have changed.
"...You...Dragon King?"
He was so angry that he wanted to remember this young man who came floating in the air, but he didn't dare to look directly at him because of his unearthly temperament, as if he was facing a god.
In his eyes, the other party caused hundreds of people, including the elder of Shenpo Village, to fall to the ground with just a wave of his hand. This was simply beyond imagination and could be called the trick of an immortal.
But don’t dragon kings all have horns? These should be other gods.
The gods have come down to save us!
Then...can it rain?
Without thinking much, I saw the other party gently scratched the rope as thick as his thumb with one hand, and the rope broke.
He stamped his feet on the ground, raising dust and extinguishing the flames.
"Get out of here and go somewhere else."
The immortal master said this, his voice was soft and gentle, but it seemed to be imprinted in his mind, and he could not forget it even if he wanted to.
Wow!
The money bag stained with blood and embroidered with two lotus flowers fell to the ground and was thrown at Wang Anjiu's feet.
"Take this and stay away from this kid."
The man picked up the child. There were some burns on his feet, which made people feel distressed. But fortunately, he was still alive, his legs were intact, and he could walk.
Wang Anjiu was about to pray to the immortal to forgive the village's sins and send down the rain. For this reason, he would even rather offer himself as a sacrifice to the immortal in front of him!
"..."
However, the other party was unmoved and Shi Shiran left.
The body leaped out like a big bird and soon disappeared.
In the open space, Wang Anjiu looked around blankly. When he found that the surrounding villagers showed signs of waking up, he didn't care about anything else. He quickly picked up the money bag and ran out of the village with his children on his back...
In the forest, Chen Yu, who was hiding behind the trees, watched the other person go away, and then turned around.
"What a farce..."
I shook my hand and picked two blades of grass to wipe the blood on my fingertips. I felt a little bored for no reason.