Chapter 393 Compassion for Monk Dad’s Obsession 12
Chapter 393 The Compassionate Monk Dad is Obsessed 12
"Big, big sir." The village chief was frightened and said with a sad face. "Little one, little one doesn't know."
"Oh, you dare not." Fuchen's spiritual light flashed, "Monk, I don't want to eat, but I love others very much."
Everyone was sweating coldly, afraid of saying they wanted to eat him.
The village chief said, "Sir, we are getting ready. We are getting ready." Then he stood up and took a look at the crowd.
Everyone is facing the overall situation.
In the dark night, the villagers trembled like chaff, and the next moment they were roasted and fed into purgatory.
"It's her." The village chief said, pointing to an old widow.
Others were as happy as the Chinese New Year, and surrounded the women, wanting to tie them up and throw them into the fire.
The widow immediately screamed, "Are you blind? It's me. Yesterday...
"Shut up!" The village chief interrupted hurriedly and ordered the people next to him, "If you don't stop her mouth quickly, she will annoy the adults and we can't even eat it."
The village chief looked at the widow with a fierce look, turned around, and smiled respectfully at the ground beside the fire, "Sir, are you satisfied?"
Fuchen watched the play quietly, and then said leisurely, "But I don't want to eat the old, weak, sick or disabled. These are all unpalatable. Let's try something else."
The widow suddenly fell to the ground like a boulder from the top of a mountain, but the others panicked.
I still want to eat them.
"Okay, okay." The village chief nodded like a fool. He turned around and looked for someone again. He quickly found a middle-aged widower.
Everyone happily tied up the widower again and let him yell and talk about what he usually did to help everyone.
"Sir, what about this?" The village chief had a flattering look on his face, fearing that he was not satisfied.
"No, this will affect your appetite. No, no, no. I want something stronger, fatter, and good-looking." Fuchen made a bunch of requests.
The village chief broke out in a cold sweat, and everyone's hearts began to twitch again.
The village chief followed the request and pushed out a man.
"No, change it to another one. This one is ugly."
Looking for it again.
"No, there's too much fat, it's greasy."
Find again.
"No, there's less meat, firewood."
Pick someone again.
"The hair is too thick and it's eating my diaphragm."
After the selection, Fuchen didn't even bother to pick a reason and said "no".
Everyone was so frightened that their legs were weak.
"No" is like a password that opens the door to terror.
Hundreds of people at the bonfire were carried to the gate of hell again and again, all afraid of finding themselves.
But those who were told "no" by "ghosts and gods" felt relieved and began to curse the village chief in their hearts. When more people were said "no", everyone began to whisper about the village chief.
There were fewer and fewer people left, and the pressure was increasing. The village chief, a big man, was all wet with sweat.
In the end, there were only twenty or thirty old, weak, sick and disabled people left.
The village chief gritted his teeth and pulled out a white boy who was among the old, weak, sick and disabled.
Bai Xiaozi immediately shouted, "Daddy, daddy, you can't pull me! I am your son!" The boy felt as if the sky had fallen, his face was instantly covered with dark clouds, and there was a continuous rainstorm.
"Well, this is not bad."
The village chief had just felt relieved and prepared to grieve for his dying boy when he heard, "But."
"But?" The village chief lost his mind and listened to the instructions.
"But his meat isn't satisfying enough. It's also greasy."
Before he finished speaking, Bai Xiaozi broke free from the restraints and ran away.
The village chief's face darkened. He was so scared that he was no longer afraid. He snorted coldly, "Do you still want to eat all of us?"
If he is alone, no one will help him. But if he brings everyone together, everyone will work for him.
"I don't want everyone else, I want to eat you." Fuchen Youyou said, "Don't you find that you are delicious?"
When everyone heard this, they were stunned and swarmed over and tied up the village chief.
"Let go! I've rebelled against you! I am your village chief! The whole village belongs to me! Kill me and you don't want to live? Yuhe, Yuhe, come and help me!" the village chief shouted.
The white boy named Yu He was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for three seconds, his feet still stayed outside the crowd, refusing to rescue him.
"Rebellion! I am your village chief! Money bag! Without me, you wouldn't be where you are today!" the village chief yelled. A man of one hundred and twenty pounds (equivalent to one hundred and ninety-two pounds in modern times)
"Amitabha." The monk said. "Donor..."
When Fuchen saw that the monk was trying to disrupt the situation, he quickly said, "Actually, there is another person who has sinned so much that eating his body will increase his power. If you look for it, I will accept it."
The village chief shouted, "Did you hear that? Why don't you let me go?"
Everyone was stunned. The ferociousness that was originally controlled by death turned into the fear of being bullied by the daily village leader. They let go of the village leader in fear.
The village chief snorted coldly at the unscrupulous people who were tired of living, and cut them all with his eyes. Then he stood and asked the ghosts and gods, "Which one do you want?"
Fuchen looked at it.
After dealing with "ghosts and gods" more often, this person becomes less afraid.
The unknown is scary.
"Ghosts and gods" are no longer unfamiliar.
"An old man guarding the cemetery." Fuchen Youyou said.
"Oh." Everyone suddenly understood.
It seems like it's all natural.
The village chief was also stunned and smiled, and bowed to the "ghosts" underground, "This man rushed to you, sir. We have nothing to say if you want to deal with him."
Fuchen was stunned.
"Donor." Wood God said.
People around them thought they were going to call them, but ignored them.
Fuchen knew that he was calling him, so he sent a message, "Don't worry, don't worry. I'll just play with them." There are ghosts in these people, especially that old man.
Waiting and waiting, until the flames gradually died down and became a small fire. When the strong wind blew, the fire disappeared. After the wind had gone for a long time, a flame appeared in the woodpile.
Finally, the moon hung in the sky and the moonlight was clear, and everyone carried a man up, it was the old man during the day.
The old man was pushed and thrown to the fire.
Several people added firewood to the fire and fanned it, and soon it started to burn fiercely again.
"Sir, this person has been brought here," the village chief said with a smile.
The old man looked disdainful and did not believe in so-called ghosts and gods.
"Ah, let's tie it up and put it in the pot." Fuchen said.
The old man was stunned. The sight of no one in the open space frightened him.
"Don't look for it, it's in hell. The sounds from hell are naturally underground." The village chief explained with a smile.
"Hmph, don't fool me. Don't you just want to find fault because I didn't share your money?" The old man was filled with indignation. He was extremely dissatisfied with the village chief's behavior.
The village chief sneered and said nothing.
"Oh, it's you." Fuchen said leisurely.
The leisurely attitude makes people suspect that there is a bigger conspiracy.
The old man was startled. This time he was sure that the source of the sound was indeed underground.
"I heard you have a good grave?" Fuchen chuckled, "Do you want me to bury you in it?"
"You, you, you..." The old man sat on the ground with a horrified look on his face, "Are you really from the underworld?"
"Wrong. I'm not from the underworld, but from purgatory. I don't like to stay in underworld, but purgatory is more comfortable. It's most convenient to fry people and grill them. Hee hee." Fuchen smirked.
I have wanted to do this for a long time.
"Ah!" The old man trembled, his waist became weak, he quickly got up and kowtowed, his legs and feet were trembling, and the grass was soaked with urine.
Tsk tsk.
"Don't be afraid." I didn't know that urine can easily kill grass. "I just want to eat meat."
