This village was quite familiar to Xue Wusuan. He had lived here for several days before, and he still remembered that the braised pork cooked by a woman from a farmer's family was very suitable for him. There was also a naughty child named Xiao Shitou.
I opened my fan and got ready to wander around the village.
The old locust tree is still there, and the deck chair he made himself under the tree is still there, and it even looks very clean.
However, the smoky smell coming from the nose is not very good.
There were less than thirty houses in the village, but most of them were now engulfed in flames. Cries and prayers rushed into Xue Wusuan's ears from a distance. He could tell the difference between these cries.
The sound of small stones he was most familiar with.
He frowned slightly, waved his hand, and a strange suction force hit him. The air was sucked out in an instant, and the fire on the house was extinguished. Smoke curled up in the air.
The crying in my ears was still there, it seemed tragic, and the faint smell of blood drifted into my nose.
He kept his steps unchanged, waving his fan and walked towards the direction where the crying came from. There should be a grain farm over there, and it seemed that everyone in the village should be there.
The grain farm is not far away. To put it bluntly, it is just a flattened dam, not big, about thirty feet in diameter.
There are only a few hundred people in the village, and they are surrounded by a group of well-dressed men in short jackets. They look like bandits or bandits. They have long knives in their hands, and their expressions are either joking, ferocious, or greedy. The villagers in the middle
But he was bending over obediently, with an ugly face and trembling lips.
And in the middle of the flat dam, there were three corpses lying on the ground in a pool of blood. Two old and one young.
Xue Wusuan remembered that these two old men were doctors in the village, and the younger one was their adopted child.
The dead are nothing in Xue Wusuan's eyes. It makes no difference whether they die miserably or not. Why did they die? Was it worth it? It didn't matter. What he cared about was the woman who shrank and hid in the crowd.
A small figure in a person's arms. A small stone.
The bandits attacked, with more than a hundred in number, and they were far more than the villagers could resist. It became natural for people to fight for their own safety. No matter what the old couple and the little child did wrong, or they didn't do anything at all.
It was just my fault that I became the unlucky guy waiting for me. Or maybe it was because of something else.
Little Shitou looked very scared. He huddled in his mother's arms, his face and eyes were gleaming. Not only did he not dare to look at the corpse on the ground, he also didn't dare to look at the triumphant bandits around him. His little face was pale and his mouth was trembling.
She was trembling without knowing what she was muttering, like a frightened little quail.
Xue Wusuan laughed. This child is usually very naughty, and this kind of quail appearance is not common. This is very interesting to him, especially the little clay doll in Xiao Shitou's hand.
The clay doll is extremely crude. It can only be seen that it has a human shape, with a head and feet.
But it was such an ordinary clay doll. Between the whispers of the small stones, a trace of praying power condensed on the clay doll, and then formed a force that was so weak that it was almost imperceptible and slowly gathered on Xue Wusuan's body.
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"Uncle Yama, I'm so scared. Can you come and save Little Shitou?"
"Why are you crying? No matter how young you are, you are still a man. If you cry, you will be looked down upon. Do you understand?"
"Uncle Yama!?"
Xiao Shitou rubbed his eyes in surprise. He turned his head and saw that there was someone beside him. It was the old man in black robe with golden nine dragon tattoos.
Ever since the village experienced that brutal martial arts fight a few years ago, this mysterious black-robed uncle has become a fearless and omnipotent presence in Xiao Shitou's heart. He remembers every word and deed of this uncle.
Unfortunately, Xiao Shitou has never seen this uncle since then. He misses him very much and often imagines that when he grows up, he can wave his hands like the uncle and silence those vicious martial arts people from speaking nonsense.
I also imagined that I was shaking my fan like an uncle, looking arrogant and free.
But the reality is that a small stone is still a small stone. Not to mention those powerful martial arts people, even a wild wolf can kill him.
But this did not hinder Xiao Shitou's fantasy. He made a clay doll and named it "Uncle Yama", which he hugged even when he slept. Every time he chanted and hoped for the clay doll, he felt that his whole body was full of strength.
Seems fearless.
The bandits came and the swords clashed. Uncle Wang's family was just worried that their boy would be cold, so they wanted to go back and get some thick clothes for their boy to wear, but he was hacked to death, and the whole family died.
Little Shitou was scared. He played very well with the boy from the Wang family, and he also liked Grandpa Wang very much. Now they are both dead. Lying motionless on the ground frightened him.
It would be great if Uncle Yama was here, he would definitely be able to save Little Shitou.
Who would have thought that as soon as this idea came to mind, Uncle Yama came. He came silently and no one noticed. Even Xiao Shitou was worried that the terrible bandits around him would come and kill him, but it seemed that they didn't. They were all stunned.
at every turn.
The villagers also discovered Xue Wusuan, knowing that this mysterious man in black robes was more vicious and cruel than the bandits, but he was harmless to the village. They felt inexplicably at peace in their hearts.
"Did you make this clay doll?"
"Yes, uncle, this is a clay doll I made. Does it look like you, uncle?"
Xue Wusuan curled his lips and said, "Without eyes or nose, it doesn't look like him at all."
"Ah? It doesn't look like it? But I think it does! Otherwise, why would uncle come as soon as I cast a stone to ask for help? By the way! Uncle, are you the god that grandpa said before? Only gods can respond to requests, right?
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Xue Wusuan laughed loudly when he heard this. He teased: "What kind of god do you think uncle is?"
"Well... I know! Uncle must be a god who saves people in distress, isn't he?"
Xue Wusuan shook his head, picked up a small stone, pointed at the hundreds of bandits around him who were frozen like wooden bodies, and said with a smile: "Uncle doesn't help people in trouble, and he doesn't respond to requests. Uncle usually takes care of the dead and the living.
I don’t really want to take care of it.”
"Why don't you care? Uncle, they are very bad! After killing Grandpa Wang, they also want to steal our money and food!"
"Hehe, is life and death so important? Remember what my uncle said, live a good life. If you want to do evil or do good, you have to think carefully. Because if you make the wrong choice, you have to pay the price even if you die. You see,
Just like now, when uncle comes, they have to die, and death is just the beginning of their suffering."
As soon as he finished speaking, the big heads were like lit firecrackers, crackling and exploding, setting off clouds of bright scarlet.
"Little Shitou, do you know why their heads were blown off?"
The blood scared Xiao Shitou, and when he heard Xue Wusuan's words, he just shook his head blankly.
"It's not because they killed people, nor because they were bandits. These are not the reasons for them to die, and they don't even count as crimes. They died because they offended uncle, my first believer in this world.
, which made the uncle displeased. So, they died."
"Believer? Uncle, are you talking about me?"
"Yes! It's you. But uncle can only help you once, but he won't help you endlessly."
"Why?"
"Because when you are alive, you have to rely on yourself. When you are dead, you can rely on your uncle. Do you understand? Don't understand? Haha, you will understand in the future."