"This woman is clearly responsible for taking care of the God of Fortune, but she neglects her duties. When I asked her about it, she actually told me that the one in the video was the God of Fortune, and that the God of Fortune was still alive and well. She simply didn't care about the laws of our ancestors! You had to force me.
He told the truth after some lynching. What do you think should be done?"
The villagers were excited.
"She betrayed the God of Fortune!"
"She doesn't deserve to be a goddess! She wants to harm our Songjia Village!"
"She should be burned to death according to clan rules!"
As soon as these words came out, countless people raised their fists and shouted loudly, "Burn her to death! Burn her to death!"
Song Zilian looked at the absurdity in front of him. He knew that the goddess would be treated like this, but because Ji Xinyao and Song Lucun went to find her.
"Um...isn't it bad to use lynching indiscriminately?" Song Zilian raised his hand and said cautiously.
All eyes were focused on him.
"This is the rule of the past. Since she has taken on the responsibilities of a goddess, she should do her job well. If she can't do it well, there will be no need for her to exist."
"But you shouldn't kill a person for a wolf..."
He was not trying to defend the goddess, but he was afraid that Ji Xinyao would feel guilty knowing that it was him who caused the goddess to be executed.
Song Xiren cleared his throat and said, "Zilian, you just came back. If you don't understand the situation in the village, don't speak. Jing Hao, take your uncle down and we will continue the meeting."
Song Jinghao immediately walked to Song Zilian and put his arms around his shoulders, "Uncle, let's go and sit next to him for a while. If you don't participate in this matter, just pretend you don't know." Song Zilian was about to be taken away when suddenly, he was escorted to his knees.
The goddess next to her stood up and let out a sigh.
"What age are we in, do you really believe in God? Let me tell you that from beginning to end, none of the gods of fortune in this village have survived twenty years! Don't be stupid, there are no gods of fortune at all!"
Everyone immediately started whispering among themselves.
"What are these stinky bitches talking about?"
"She actually said that there is no God of Fortune, and she just wants to evade responsibility!"
"She's crazy, burn her to death!"
Seeing everyone's excitement, Song Zilian felt that it would be too late if he didn't save others. He turned around and tried to run onto the stage, but was suddenly hit on the head and his whole body hit the ground heavily.
Song Jinghao held a stick, looked at him, and let out a long sigh.
"It's okay, everyone, keep going and don't worry about him!"
On the other side, not long after Song Zilian left, Song Lucun rushed into the house and knocked Uncle Simon unconscious.
He went upstairs and happened to meet Ji Xinyao who was wearing pajamas and getting ready to come down for breakfast.
Ji Xinyao was stunned for a moment, standing at the top of the stairs and looking at him.
"What...are you doing? Breaking into the house illegally?"
"I don't have time to talk to you anymore. The goddess has been arrested. Now either you and Song Zilian die or I live."
Ji Xinyao clicked her tongue, "What you said is wrong. Doesn't our death mean the same thing as your life?"
"Ji Xinyao, I don't want to talk to you. Come down." Song Lucun said, taking out a pistol and pointing it at her.
Ji Xinyao did not resist and slowly walked downstairs.
"We have an old relationship, are you really willing to kill me?" Ji Xinyao asked pretending to be weak.
"Anyway, I can't get your man. Keeping you and Song Zilian will only make me angrier. Why don't you die? I will bury you with great splendor and come to your grave every year and festival to burn paper."
Ji Xinyao was speechless.
"Okay, what do you want? Point a gun at me and make me admit that I was the one who hurt the God of Fortune?"
"If there is no evidence, the people in the village will definitely believe you instead of me, so I am finding evidence today."
As he spoke, Song Lucun clasped Ji Xinyao's hands behind her back, held her and asked, "Song Jinghao came to search that day and said you were taking a shower in the bathroom. Which bathroom were you in?"
Song Lucun would know this kind of thing just by being with anyone who came to search. Ji Xinyao didn't know whether he was asking or deliberately deceiving her, so she could only answer honestly, "It's the bathroom downstairs."
"Okay, let's go."
He took Ji Xinyao to the bathroom downstairs and handcuffed her hand to the door handle.
"You wait here, my people will just bring the things here in a while, and you will be dead."
"What?" Ji Xinyao asked casually.
"It's okay to tell you, LSK fluorescent flashlight, the blood stain will appear earthy brown under the illumination of LSK fluorescent flashlight. Even if the blood stain is wiped, it will still appear earthy brown. Because the hemoglobin in the blood will reflect light, so it will
Show it up.”
Ji Xinyao knew about this thing, and she had even used it before. But it was difficult for ordinary people to use it.
"The village committee office doesn't have such a thing, right? How did you get it?"
"There isn't one in the village, of course there is one outside the village. There will be a hotel soon. My people will sneak in through the cart that delivers supplies to the village every day, and then they can give me the things."
Ji Xinyao was speechless, "You already have this way, why not take the opportunity to escape?"
"If I run away, I will take the blame for you. Ji Xinyao, don't treat people like fools."
At this time, Song Lucun's cell phone rang.
"Where are you? There's a general meeting in the village, why haven't you come yet? Do you need us to invite you?"
"Can't you not go? I feel a little uncomfortable." Song Lucun just wanted to stay here and witness the bankruptcy of Ji Xinyao's lies.
"If you don't come, it means you don't recognize that you are a member of the Song family. You can figure it out yourself."
The other party hung up the phone, and Song Lucun fell into a dilemma.
Ji Xinyao guessed the content of the call and laughed.
"You didn't go to the meeting and broke your family's own rules. Do you think the Song family would believe you even if they saw the evidence?"
"Shut up!"
Although Song Lucun didn't want to listen to Ji Xinyao's advice, he also knew that what Ji Xinyao said made sense and he had to go.
He deliberately tied up Simon to prevent him from getting out of control, and then called his people.
"Don't come over here. I have to go to the ancestral hall for a meeting. You can't see me."
"Just leave your things at the bridge. I'll go back and get them later."
"Okay, it's settled."
After Song Lucun left, Ji Xinyao got a chance.
She must get that flashlight, otherwise...
Even if they have carefully cleaned up the blood stains, they will still be revealed.
Ji Xinyao tried to free her hands from the handcuffs. But the circle of the handcuffs was too small, and there was nothing she could do...
Ji Xinyao's eyes were wandering around, and suddenly she saw the shower gel in the bathroom.
She stretched her body and lifted the stainless steel shelf with her feet. In an instant, the shower gel and shampoo were scattered all over the floor. Ji Xinyao kicked her side with her foot again, and after getting it, she quickly squeezed a large amount into her hand.
Go on, rub it evenly on your wrists and hands, and then pull your hands out hard...
Fortunately, her hands are small.
The whole hand was red and full of scars, but luckily it was pulled out.