Soon, another villager picked up a torch. Huang Laodao held the torch in his hand. The red-orange firelight made his eyes look dark and sinister, and the criss-crossing wrinkles on his face were as eerie as the ravines in the mountains.
With a ferocious smile on his face that only Shu Ci could see, he grabbed her hair tightly, lifted it up, and brought the burning torch in front of Shu Ci in an extremely brutal manner.
The jumping flames almost burned her eyelashes, and the high temperature hit her face, rolling and burning her eyes.
Huang Laodao had sinister intentions and was deliberately trying to scare people. He wanted to see her scream and make a fool of herself, but what made him extremely regretful was that the seriously injured woman in front of him didn't even move his eyelids.
Not to mention she was scared, there was still a sarcastic sneer in her eyes, she was not scared or scared, she looked calmly at the burning fire in front of her eyes, her eyes seemed to have no waves at all.
That too calm reaction made Huang Laodao feel a pang in his heart. How could this be the behavior of a normal person?
Now that the matter has come to this, he is not allowed to think too much. Huang Laodao has a stern look in his eyes, and in full view of everyone, he delivers the torch burning oil in his hand mercilessly, rolling it back and forth on Shu Ci's delicate skin.
Perhaps this scene was too cruel, and everyone stopped breathing involuntarily. Aunt Wu couldn't bear to look at each other, so she turned her head and secretly wiped away her tears.
I thought that the shrill screams would break the peace of the morning, but to everyone's surprise, the torch seemed to fall on a dead person. Except for the slight smell of burnt flesh in the air, they were stunned.
It didn't make any sound.
Shu Ci's motionless appearance made everyone feel jealous.
Someone asked in a low voice: "Tao... Taoist priest, why didn't she say anything?"
Huang Laodao has never experienced this kind of thing. In his heart, he is a monster and a mountain ghost. Since he is a body of flesh and blood, the pain of being burned by the fire will be unbearable. Even if his mind is extremely strong, no one can bear the pain of burning skin. It should be a little bit.
reaction.
Not to mention that others looked like a dead person, even Huang Laodao himself felt like he was burning a corpse.
Until most of Shu Ci's pretty face was destroyed, the red spots on the mouth were peeling off horribly, and the face was completely destroyed for fear of death.
Women are born to love beauty, and Yaoxie is no exception, but at this moment, Huang Laodao really couldn't feel any mood swings in her.
His eyes were sharp and cold, looking into his eyes was like looking into a dead person.
It was clear that she was in his hands at this moment, and she was at the mercy of others, but at this moment she looked more like a condescending superior watching a three-year-old child act rudely.
Huang Laodao's gaze sent a chill down his spine, his throat tightened, and his hair stood on end. He unconsciously turned his gaze away, not daring to continue to look into those eyes that were like deep black pools of water.
Throwing away the torch in his hand with a snap, Huang Laodao let go of his palms and let Shu Ci's body fall to the ground weakly.
He pointed at Shu Ci with trembling hands, looking extremely angry: "Monster! You really are a monster!"
When everyone saw Shu Ci's bleak description, they didn't feel any sympathy in their hearts. They only felt that this terrifying face looked more and more sinister and evil, and they knew at a glance that he was not an ordinary and ordinary person.
A trace of fear arose spontaneously, and everyone knew that if they continued to keep this strange woman alive, they would be in trouble.
"I'm afraid that something evil has been attracted! How can ordinary people not be afraid of pain? Hurry and gather some firewood! Burn her to death!"
Huang Laodao was shouting and giving orders, and soon the firewood was piled up around him. He walked over in a hurry and said sternly: "You harmful evildoer, I gave you a chance. You don't repent and you harm people wantonly. It's the law of heaven."
Reincarnation, who will God spare! I will kill the evil spirits today and rid the world of the scourge you are!"
He picked up the torch again and looked at Shu Ci's burned face. He felt regretful and happy at the same time. There was a vicious light in his eyes, but all he was talking about was benevolence, justice and morality.
"It's better if this face is ruined, so that you can rely on your coquettish face to seduce men and defraud money! Such a shameless description is the most suitable for you. Today..."
Before he finished speaking, a figure suddenly rushed out of the crowd. Huang Laodao was punched hard in the face. His cheek was sunken, his bones were cracked and broken, and the bridge of his nose was crooked. He wailed miserably,
The whole person fell straight down.
The sudden turn of events caused everyone to scream in surprise, and they gathered around to see who was the bold and unruly person who dared to beat the old god in front of everyone?
"You are so bold and presumptuous! How dare you do this to me..." Huang Laodao covered his completely sunken and crooked face, with nosebleeds and tears that were so painful that he still kept on showing off.
Just as he was about to stand up, the hand holding the torch fell heavily on his foot.
He ouched again, feeling that his wrist bones were about to be crushed. He no longer cared about his superior demeanor and hurriedly said: "Easy! Easier! It hurts!"
The man snatched the torch away. The next moment, Huang Laodao's cheeks were hot. When he opened his eyes, he saw a raging fire burning in front of his eyes.
"Ah! Ah!!" He was so frightened that he was out of his wits. His head shrank back as hard as he could, and he made an imageless scream like an old rooster.
Balian waved the torch in his hand vigorously, and the faces of everyone who was about to surround him were reddened by the firelight, and they also looked horrified, and they did not dare to come near.
Some attentive people secretly glanced at Huang Laodao, who was lying on the ground and barking like a dead dog, and couldn't help but wonder.
Why could the old immortal with profound Taoist teachings not even be able to withstand the sick and weak young man from the Baili family?
He just took one fist and fell to the ground, howling like a ghost.
Why do all the masters from the Immortal Mountain look like this?
Maybe there was a big gap in their hearts. The way Huang Laodao was knocked down by a punch was too cowardly. Everyone couldn't help but doubt his true level. The people who came around in a hurry also stopped and watched from a distance.
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Why couldn't Balian understand the changes in the expressions on everyone's faces? He sneered: "What? It's strange for you to endure the pain without saying a word. That's unacceptable behavior. I punched you and fell to the ground.
Wailing in pain is strange and unacceptable, so...how should a normal person behave?"
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When Huang Laodao saw clearly who the person was, he was filled with hatred. He took a sip and said angrily: "Don't listen to this kid's monstrous words to confuse the public! He is just a lustful and stupid person. He and that bitch...
Ahhhhhh!!!!!!”
Bailian, who had stepped on the old Taoist priest's wrist bone, let go of his hand, and the torch fell vertically, hitting the old Taoist priest's face, burning him so hard that he shook his head and screamed in agony.
Balian's eyes were downcast, his expression seemed calm, but there was deep anger hidden in his eyes. He looked at Huang Laodao with an expressionless face as he flicked hard on the ground, avoiding the torch.
Again without saying a word, he bent down and punched Huang Laodao hard in the face.
This force was not weak at all, and when he put his arms away, his fists were bleeding.
The old Taoist priest was silenced with one punch. Before he could take a breath, Bailian didn't even straighten his back. He punched Huang Laodao so hard that he was beyond recognition.
, the original facial features of each face could not be clearly seen, and his limbs were twitching painfully on the ground, and he could only make a weak groan to express his final feeble protest.
Everyone's scalp was numb and their hands and feet were cold.
The little husband of the Baili family looks so sick that he can't even get out of bed, and even lifting a chicken seems to be difficult. I didn't expect that he would be ruthless and unambiguous. This crazy energy is really amazing.
People felt chilled and frightened when they saw it.
Although Aunt Wu felt her heart tightening with pleasure after seeing this, she still covered her mouth with false surprise on her face, and screamed: "Why did you beat someone like this? Oh, my old god, your face
Why is it swollen like a pig's head? Mr. Baili, you must be too cruel."
After Balian finished punching him, Aunt Wu walked over slowly, pretending to pull Balian's sleeve, and said anxiously: "Oh, oh, oh, Mr. Baili, please don't hit me. Just look at it."
How was the person beaten? If he were beaten again, he would be dead."
God knows where Mrs. Wu came from so much resentment towards Mom.
That erratic little look in his eyes almost said why he didn't add two more fists.
Balian was also an honest person, so he actually pulled out his sleeves and punched her hard twice.
This is clearly the rhythm of beating people to death.
There are still some blindly superstitious people in the village. Although some people are shaken by Huang Laodao's ability and identity, even if he is not really a capable old god, he is still a human life.
You can't really let someone be beaten to death.
Everyone didn't care about anything and quickly gathered around to hold onto Bai Lian's arm. The combined strength of a dozen thick and round-waisted women must not be underestimated.
But what is shocking is that the body of the young husband of the Baili family is like a rock born on the earth, motionless.
Seeing that Huang Laodao's eyes were about to bulge out from being beaten, Aunt Wu saw that it was true and was so frightened that she said anxiously: "I really don't want to beat him?! I really don't want to beat him, my dear husband, even if this man
It's a huge crime, so I have to give him a chance to defend myself. Ouch, don't be so cruel, Sister Su! Sister Su, please come and persuade your husband!"
It's a pity that this old slut was beaten to death, but it's not worth it if a good person like Baili Xiaoxiangong is involved in a life-threatening lawsuit and goes to jail.
Shu Ci heard Aunt Wu's call and glanced at Balian silently, as if she didn't understand why this piece of meat was so angry as if his wife had died. She was clearly the one who was beaten and burned.
However, she was thinking about Balian's injuries. His health had not recovered in the past few days. Such a violent fight and arousing anger would not do any good to his injuries.
Shu Ci stood up and walked over with the help of Madam Wu, staggering to Balian's side, and said calmly: "Don't fight, it will hurt your eyes."
It seemed that she was here to break up the fight, but Shuci was not a good person. She walked over and stretched out her feet, stepping on Huang Laodao's toes and ankle bones inch by inch.
The sound of cracking bones makes people shudder. Listening to the movement, you can tell that Moyo's bones are broken.
Huang Laodao was so heartbroken by the pain that he almost confessed like this.
Shu Ci also followed Aunt Wu's example, pretending to pull Bai Lian's blood-stained fist, staggering forward, and crushing Huang Laodao's other leg bone.
Huang Laodao let out a heart-wrenching cry, and his face was covered with saliva and blood in pain. He looked really miserable.
Shu Ci said that all grievances must be repaid, but she was just pretending to be unsteady, just when she was about to adjust her posture to stand up.
But his waist suddenly tightened, his feet left the ground, and his body was lifted up by Bai Lian.
To the people who gathered from all directions to watch the excitement, Bailian slightly squinted his eyes coldly, without saying a word. Just his stern face stained with blood made everyone retreat three feet away.
Huang Laodao was finally able to breathe. His old face was so covered with blood that he could no longer open his eyes. His throat was stuck with bloody phlegm, and he begged for mercy over and over again in a vague voice.
"Don't hit me...don't hit me...please, don't hit me. I was wrong. Please spare me...please spare me. I won't dare to do it again."
However, Balian didn't even give him a look. His gaze lingered closely on Shu Ci's burnt bright red face for a while. A shadowy color slowly appeared in his eyes that were usually as clear as a stream, which made everyone look at him.
My heart was filled with embarrassment.
This gave people a terrifying thought for no reason.
I'm afraid this matter today cannot be solved well.
Looking at the cannibalistic look in Baili's little husband's eyes, Huang Laodao was afraid of death and it would be really difficult for him to leave the village alive today.
Perhaps Huang Laodao's humming voice was too noisy. Balian frowned, raised his eyes, and glanced at him. His face was spattered with blood at this moment, and he looked bloody and cruel.
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"Then you might as well tell me what's wrong?"
Huang Laodao spit out the broken teeth embedded in his tongue while he was bleeding. He said sadly: "Old Taoist should not hide evil intentions to hit your wife, nor should he take revenge after being rejected and deliberately
Lead her into the river to scare her."
As soon as these words came out, the truth was immediately revealed, and everyone was dumbfounded. Did they really think that they had hit an old magic stick?
The women in the village who had been taken over by Huang Lao Tao in the name of cultivating immortals and eliminating evil spirits, so as to give birth to a child who had stolen food a few times, immediately burst into tears, as if their husbands were dead, and they all cried out that they could not live anymore.
, with disheveled hair, he rushed over and scratched the old Taoist priest's bloody face.
The old Taoist priest suffered for himself and complained endlessly. In the hands of these women, he only felt that he had survived another disaster.
Aunt Wu also sighed: "You people are just bringing the blame on yourselves. Poor little girl like me, you suffered a disaster for no reason, and your face was ruined like this because of your ignorance.
You have the nerve to cry here! It’s really embarrassing.”
Balian glanced at those ignorant women, and spat out two words with his blood-stained thin lips: "Get out of the way."
These women had seen how ruthless Balian's methods were, and they didn't dare to make any mistakes. They quickly cleaned up their tears and messy hair and retreated. If you like Long Night Walk, please save it: (www.sodu777
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