(One hundred and ninety-two) Ronggu chapter? Tianzhu
Are there really any clues about this kind of place?
Tang Wan'er thought to herself.
In short, now Shen Qinghe, Zhu Rong, Qi Xin, Wanrong, Shen Chanli and Tang Waner, as well as Shen Qinghe's men rushed to the village where the clues were obtained.
However, the village named Tianzhu Village obviously did not receive God's blessing. It was desolate and barren and was not a rich place.
Just as they were about to enter the village, a dirty kid bumped into Tang Wan'er, and then both of them fell to the ground.
"Wan'er, are you okay? Really, you little brat, you can't walk without eyes!"
Shen Chanli immediately rushed to Tang Wan'er, preparing to help her up, and then glared at the perpetrator, as if she wanted to devour him in one bite.
"Forget it, it's just a child."
Tang Wan'er said softly. She didn't intend to blame the child for her recklessness.
"Can you stand up, Wan'er?"
Putting aside his hatred for the beggar-like child, Shen Chanli looked at Tang Wan'er with tender eyes.
Tang Wan'er nodded, and then gave her hand to Shen Chanli, but when the latter saw that her hand was broken, hatred surged into his heart again.
Tang Wan'er held his hand and shook her head, trying to stop him.
"But……"
"It's just a little bit of skin damage, it's not a big deal."
Seeing Tang Waner's persistence, Shen Chanli had no choice but to give up. This further reflected Tang Waner's tolerance.
"Are you okay, Miss Tang? Do you want to bandage it first?"
As the leader of the team, Shen Qinghe also wanted to express his condolences. Tang Wan'er shook her head and it didn't matter. However, in the end, she was still severely beaten, and it was true that she only had some skin injuries.
Tang Wan'er was a little dumbfounded.
At this time, everyone's eyes fell on the little boy.
The little boy was trembling with fear as everyone stared at him, his big bright eyes clearly visible on his dirty face.
"I'm telling you, don't stare at a kid like that. No matter how wrong he is, he'll be frightened by the glare from you grown men."
Wanrong sided with the little boy and reprimanded the men represented by Shen Qinghe.
Is this considered a mother animal protecting her chicks?
Now that Wanrong had spoken, Shen Qinghe would of course obey and no longer put pressure on the child.
The poor child looked at them innocently, seeming to have dispelled his fear a little, and then shrank back still uncertainly, as if to cheer himself up, and then he asked cautiously: "You... you are not here to kill..." Kill me...ours?"
"Huh? Kill you? Why should I kill you, a little kid like you?"
Qi Xin looked confused.
"Has anyone been here?"
It was Zhu Rong who first thought of some possibility. He lowered his head and looked at the little boy with burning eyes. However, he had a fierce look on his face, and this angle also seemed very oppressive. The little boy leaned directly against Wanrong. A pair of small black hands tightly grasped Wanrong's dress.
Wanrong didn't care whether her clothes were dirty.
"Ah... so... so scary!"
"Brother Zhu, you scared the child."
Wanrong's light words also left Zhu Rong speechless.
Wanrong also felt that something was a little strange, so she comforted the little boy.
Tang Wan'er and her party finally figured out the whole story.
It turns out that a group of people came to Tianzhu Village before. They first controlled the village chief, and then made each household pay taxes on a per capita basis. However, this was not the behavior of the government. After that, the whole village fell into a situation where no one dared to speak. , living in fear and fear.
Then, after being suppressed for a long time, it finally broke out.
Several young people rose up to resist, and when the situation went wrong, one young man sent his younger brother out of the village. This man was the little boy who bumped into Tang Waner and her group. The little boy was named Song Wu.
"It seems like he wants to ask for help from us, right? Could it be that he is the people that Alliance Leader Shen is tracking down?"
Tang Wan'er came over and speculated.
"Well, Miss Tang's idea makes sense. Without further ado, let's go to the village and have a look."
Although Shen Qinghe said this, Songwu was still a little scared. He followed Wanrong. Fortunately, Wanrong calmed his anxiety and he no longer felt so scared.
After entering the village, I saw no people, and the whole village seemed particularly desolate.
However, when they walked a little further, they saw a miserable scene on a shelf built with wooden piles.
That scene is one that Tang Wan'er will never forget in her life.
She almost screamed.
Songwu couldn't roar, but tears fell silently.
He rushed forward impulsively, trying to untie the "things" hanging on the wooden frame.
However, the villagers who appeared at this time surrounded them, with lifeless expressions on their faces.
"What, what do you want to do?"
When Zhu Rong spoke, his hand was already on the hilt of the sword.
"Guys from other villages should stay out of this village's affairs."
"What?"
Zhu Rong raised his eyebrows.
"Outsiders, please stop meddling in other people's business, and Songwu, since you left the village, don't come back."
That was someone who looked like the village chief talking, but since the village chief has been controlled, maybe he was the next village chief?
"Are you just going to let the bullying happen?"
Shen Qinghe said.
"Hmph! Anyway, you will be punished by God when the time comes."
Seeing that he couldn't defeat them, the man who looked like the village chief muttered a few words and left with the villagers.
It's no wonder that Songwu couldn't cry, because hanging on the wooden frame were the bodies of those young people who resisted, including Songwu's brother.
In order to make other people in the village obey, those corpses were hanged deliberately as a warning.
If there are still people who follow them and try to resist, then they will end up like them.
Songwu and his brother had been dependent on each other since childhood. He was his brother's only relative. Now, his brother was brutally killed in order to resist the Communists.
Shen Qinghe put down the cold corpses without saying a word, and the smile disappeared from his face.
Originally, he was a chivalrous man who loved to fight against injustice, but now, the evil man who harmed him even spared the defenseless villagers, which is really hateful!
Shen Chanli looked at his ancestor's expression and understood what Shen Qinghe was thinking in his heart.
Sure enough, he was a man of indomitable spirit. He was the founder of the legendary Qinghe Villa and an extraordinary master who had mastered the sword technique of Dancing Crane.
"Songwu, let me ask you." Shen Qinghe stood there and asked calmly, "What did those people who killed your brother want to do in this village? Are they still in the village now?"