Chapter 213 The consumption ghost

Seeing this scene, Wei Yi's heart moved slightly, but he didn't make any move.

Just watching the field quietly.

Looking at the group of people, each one was rushing to hold the steamed buns, and the blood left by the beheading was quickly covered with bright red blood.

"Don't grab it, don't grab it, this is mine!"

"Let's go aside!"

"Ah, don't move."

"..."

There was a series of commotions, but many people in the audience turned a blind eye.

finally.

The dozen or so people on the stage seemed to have coated their steamed buns with blood at this time, and all of them walked away satisfied.

And just after they left, the government officials who had been prepared on the stage quickly poured buckets of water on the ground one by one.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

"..."

After a while, the food market entrance, which was originally full of blood and looked very dirty, was now washed clean.

Only the headless corpses that fell to the ground one after another, and the heads that fell to the ground with their eyes wide open, were reminders of what had just happened.

Wait until the crowd slowly disperses.

The relatives of the prisoners were pushing carts one by one at this time, or asking people to quickly move the heads and bodies away.

At this time, those corpse stitchers or other people who are in the underworld business will basically come in handy.

And just after Corpse Manor got on the bus, the original relatives dared to cry loudly.

Seeing these piles one by one, Wei Yi slowly turned around and left the food market:

"Alas~"

Just as he was walking backwards.

I only saw that the shrewd middle-aged woman who had just driven away several people on the execution ground was holding the steamed bun covered with red blood and placing it very gently in front of a young man:

"Son, please eat quickly. You will be fine after eating."

"After eating, your illness will be cured."

"..."

As she spoke, she gently stroked the young man's back.

All she saw was that the young man who was supposed to be full of energy and blood and had rosy skin, was now being touched by her big hands, revealing his skeleton under his clothes.

Not only that.

The young man still kept coughing and kept coughing.

And it’s getting more and more painful:

"Cough cough cough cough..."

"Cough cough cough cough cough..."

"..."

Looking at the way he was coughing, he was almost coughing out his lungs.

At one of these moments.

A trace of pain suddenly flashed across the young man's eyes.

Then, he quickly took out the washed white rag from his cuff:

"Cough cough cough cough!"

"Mom, I...I'm fine..."

A series of heavy coughs.

I only saw a little more blood on the white rag that I just washed.

Seeing the blood stains on this piece of rag, the middle-aged woman who was very aggressive just now and dared to fight back against anyone changed her expression:

"Why is this condition so serious again?"

However, when he saw his child's pale face, he couldn't help but reveal a soft smile:

"Son, let's hold on, it'll be okay~"

"Mom has already brought the bloody buns from the execution ground, and I'll give them to you as an introduction to medicine."

"You will be fine, you will be fine, be obedient and good~"

"..."

While comforting the young man, she buried the young man's head on her chest.

Two lines of tears quietly fell on her cheeks, which were somewhat yellowed by years of hard work.

How could she not know that this was a gamble?

How could he not know that such a statement is not actually a panacea.

If this human blood steamed bun is really useful, if this human blood steamed bun can provide relief, the Liu family in the village will not be crying all day long.

Why are there so many people rushing for human blood steamed buns under such circumstances?

There is still no way.

When a person is cornered and has no ideas that can help him, he will grab any little bit of hope.

Even if you know it is difficult to succeed.

But I felt lucky in my heart. After all, what if the one in ten thousand chance allowed me to catch up?

As long as there is some way, as long as someone can cure it, they will not believe in this bloody folk remedy.

Staring at the sky with empty eyes, her eyes were full of unwillingness:

"Why, why does God treat us so cruelly?"

"What did we do wrong again?"

After working hard and suffering so much, I finally managed to raise my only son up.

My son was very excited to be admitted as a scholar.

But why would such a good person contract tuberculosis?

Hemp ropes only pick and break at the thinnest points, and bad luck only seeks out the miserable?

Why?

We ordinary people who work hard in the fields, do not steal or rob, just so that one day we can live a stable life, have we done something wrong?

Why didn't those insidious and cunning bad guys in Fish and Meat Township get their comeuppance, while the good guys like them didn't get any good retribution one by one?

Supporting her son, she walked step by step towards the courtyard behind the street.

Unexpectedly, Wei Yi, who walked to the other side of the street, looked at this scene.

Just looking at him, there seemed to be a hint of ridicule in the corner of his mouth, but looking at it again, it seemed that it was just an illusion.

I just heard him chuckle a few times, and then said softly:

"The hemp rope only picks and breaks at the thinnest point, and bad luck only seeks out the miserable?"

"Hehehehe..."

With this inexplicable smile.

Only Wei Yi's entire body seemed to be a little hazy.

Just the next moment.

Everyone on the street acted as if they couldn't see him and went their separate ways.

With traces of smoke, little scarecrows suddenly jumped out of the sweater's body.

Each one is only about the size of a palm.

But they all look alive and bouncing around.

A dozen scarecrows look very funny, as if characters from a cartoon world appear in reality:

"Hey Hey……"

"Come out and play~"
To be continued...