Chapter 110 Weak Soil
The structure of Fuquan Village is that the village houses are sandwiched between fields, and the outermost edge is the gloomy magic forest.
【Dongyun Research Institute】led Bai Ming all the way east, passed through the village, and came to a rice field.
It was the time when the ears of rice were hanging low. From a distance, they looked golden. The breeze blew and the rice waves undulated. It was supposed to be a great harvest scene, but in Fuquan Village, which was full of ghosts, this vitality seemed particularly unreal.
Bai Ming and [Dongyun Research Institute] stopped in front of a low house that was more dilapidated than an ordinary villager's residence.
This house is crumbling, with large areas of the walls peeling off, exposing the black soil and straw inside, the roof tiles are missing, and the door panels are crooked, as if they could be blown down by a gust of wind.
[Dongyun Research Institute] Pushed open the creaking broken door, and an indescribable stench hit us. It was the pungent smell of feces, mold, and some kind of rotting matter.
But he didn't care, walked straight into the dim room, neatly took out a shovel from the system [backpack], and dug into the ground in a corner of the room.
While digging, he explained in a low voice: "This was once the residence of the village guard of Fuquan Village. Ancient folklore holds that people who have done evil in the past life will come down as stupid and disabled in this life, bearing disasters for the village in exchange for blessings in the next life. To ensure the safety of the villagers. "
"So some villages will adopt such people. The better ones may be given basic food and clothing, and new clothes, but the bad ones will be abused, thinking that this can attract more disasters and protect themselves."
"In fact, the so-called good or bad is often related to the economic situation. Only when there is surplus food can we talk about support. In the event of a disaster, the village guard becomes a scapegoat to vent his emotions."
"But none of the above applies to Fuquan Village. With their cruelty, they will only use more extreme and darker means to shape a village guard."
Dang!
The tip of the shovel suddenly hit something hard. [Dongyun Research Institute] immediately put down the shovel and dug out the wet and sticky soil with his bare hands: "This thing is really troublesome. I have dug it before, but I have to dig it again every time I come in-"
Soon, an item was dug out.
It was an earthen book that looked like a book. The cover was covered with deep scratches and pits, and there were even stains that looked like dried and blackened blood.
Bai Ming looked familiar. He had seen something similar when he was helping the poor: "Genealogy?"
[Dongyun Research Institute] nodded: "That's the genealogy, Captain Wutian, please."
Bai Ming was already familiar with this process. After he waited for [Dongyun Research Institute] to climb up, he jumped into the pit and let go of his senses with all his strength.
Psychic vision came again, and his perspective suddenly changed.
"Son! Son! What are you doing! I am your father!" A skinny old man collapsed beside the pit, begging for mercy in horror from the surrounding villagers, especially the gloomy-looking middle-aged man at the head.
"Old guy, you are the most useless one!" A villager gave him a kick with a ferocious smile, "You waste food while you are alive, but you can be used as nourishment for the god when you die, so you are of some use in the end!"
"Damn it, there is not much food in the village, why are you feeding old wastes like you!" Another voice shouted, his tone full of numb cruelty.
"That's it! Hurry, don't waste the good time!"
Even though Bai Ming is used to seeing the miserable situation and has become numb, he can't help but feel anger rising in his heart at this moment.
"The village chief is here!" someone shouted.
The villagers automatically gave way to a passage.
I saw Village Chief Li walking over, supporting an old man who was obviously more luxuriously dressed than ordinary villagers, but with a gray face.
Village Chief Li looked at the old man beside the pit, and then at the old man in colorful clothes next to him, with a calm but cold tone: "Dad, you have reached your age, and you should make some contributions to our Fuquan Village, and stop wasting food."
"Don't worry, we will remember your efforts."
He looked around and saw young faces full of cruelty, bloodthirsty and gloating. He knew that he was in doom today.
The old man laughed miserably, his laughter was desolate and desperate: "Li Changsheng! You traitor! You will not succeed! You, Fuquan Village, will suffer retribution sooner or later! That's all, give me a knife!"
Village Chief Li showed no expression on his face and gestured slightly.
A villager immediately handed a gleaming sharp dagger into the old man's hand.
The old man took the knife, his skinny wrist trembling violently with excitement.
The next moment, a final fierce light suddenly erupted in his eyes. Instead of turning to the side, he roared and rushed towards Li Changsheng, piercing his heart with the blade!
"Bastard! I'll fight you!"
But he was too old and his movements were slow and weak.
Li Changsheng didn't even move. Several young and strong villagers beside him swarmed forward, easily twisted the old man's arm and pinned him to the ground.
"Old village chief, stop struggling," a villager stepped on his back with a cold tone, "Stay safe and sound, everyone is decent."
"My father left on his own just now. As the old village chief, you should set an example and not make it difficult for everyone to say goodbye." Another voice sounded mockingly.
"That is, if you are an old fool, stop messing around and be a village guard. It will be considered as your last contribution to the village!" The echoes around him were full of cruel pleasure.
The old man was pressed tightly, and his muddy old tears were mixed with the soil. He completely understood that any resistance would be in vain.
In the end, he stopped struggling, and there was only dead despair in his eyes.
He did not hesitate any longer, taking advantage of the slightest gap, he suddenly drew the blade towards his neck.
Blood spattered, he died with endless resentment, and then he was buried by the villagers in a pit that had been dug long ago.
The scene is blurry and moves quickly.
Bai Ming saw Village Chief Li standing by the pit, presiding over a brief and strange ceremony, and then solemnly burying the locally made "genealogy" into the pit soaked in blood.
Then, the screen flashed again.
Bai Ming saw that the blood and resentment in the pit did not dissipate, but continued to condense under the influence of the ritual. Finally, a figure of a stupid, numb village guard, carrying all the filth and misfortune, slowly emerged.
It was bound by invisible chains, attracted by specific rituals, and finally settled in the most shabby and remote house in the village.
However, just when Bai Ming was concentrating on this past and wanted to continue reading.
A call came.
「Bai Ming!」
At the same time, an extremely strong and cold sense of threat suddenly penetrated Bai Ming's perception.
Almost by instinct, he suddenly cut off his spiritual vision, and his consciousness forcibly returned to reality.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a huge fist wrapped in ominous black energy, hitting him at the bottom of the pit with thunderous momentum!
It’s the knocker!
Beside the pit, [Dongyun Research Institute] fell aside, motionless, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.