High Energy QR Code Chapter 168: Strange village

Xing Ye put his hands behind his back to prevent the middle-aged woman from snatching the scissors in his hand, and said to the woman: "You are miserable, but why don't you kill the person who made you miserable, but kill the person who made you miserable?" The weaker me?"

After hearing these words, the crazy woman stopped grabbing the scissors, but sat on the ground and wept: "The big and the big girls are all down here, I'm afraid he will bully them if he goes."

Xing Ye was stunned when he heard her words.

He looked at the woman and remained silent for a long time. She was extremely thin, with a sallow complexion, so thin that only her hands were covered with blood vessels and arms.

On the other hand, Xing Ye's body is completely different from that of a woman. Although his arms are not white and tender like modern children, they are still fleshy and not too short. Didn't treat the child badly.

Xing Ye is strong when he is strong, but seeing such a woman who has been severely injured both physically and mentally, he really doesn't know what to say.

I don't know how to comfort, I don't know how to change, and I don't know how to escape.

He could leave while the woman was hypnotized, but if he left such a woman, what would be left of her?

"Is there any food?" Xing Ye said suddenly, "I'm hungry."

The woman stood up in a daze, wiped the tears from her face, and said in a panic: "Yes, if you want to feed Xiaomao, you can't go on the road hungry, and you won't be bullied when you are full."

After finishing speaking, she stood up and ran to the kitchen. She said it was the kitchen, but it was actually two rooms in an earth embryo house. If it is connected to the kang, the heat from cooking can also heat up the kang, which can save some firewood.

Although the house is dilapidated, it is not messy. It is obvious that the woman is a hardworking person. Even such a family wants to live a better life.

She opened the rice vat, looked at the rice at the bottom of the vat, and was stunned for a moment, then wept silently: "The two catties of polished rice I got from work yesterday, I plan to leave it for Xiaomao to eat."

The gourd scoop in her hand slipped down feebly, she stared blankly at the empty vat for a while, then took out a wooden bucket and said: "Xiao Mao, mother is going to borrow food, you stay at home."

"Wait a minute," Xing Ye rummaged through the jars and cabinets at home, and they were so empty that there was not even rice bran left, so he said to the woman, "I'll go with you."

He must get out of this house and understand what kind of world this is.

One child in three years, six in 18 years, the village must have enough population to support such a supply. It's not impossible at the rate women are giving birth. But he needs to know what marriage and the outside world are like, so that he can find out whether the so-called mountain **** is a legend born of ignorance, or is it really a fantasy world.

"Xiao Mao, don't go out, they will stare at you if you go out." The woman got excited, hugged Xing Ye's head, and hid him in her arms.

This woman may be really crazy, she thinks from the bottom of her heart that death is better than life, and she doesn't think killing Xing Ye is a mistake, she thinks that she wants to take her son to enjoy happiness.

At the same time, she really loves Xiaomao. Xing Ye's words "I'm hungry" can make her forget her madness immediately and run to cook and borrow rice.

"Why am I being targeted? I'm already a sacrificial offering, what else is there to target?" Xing Ye asked.

He originally intended to remind the woman that the current him would probably be the object of protection in the village, and he would provide food and drink for offerings, and he should definitely focus on appeasement. Of course, freedom must be limited. But at this time, you can use your status as a sacrifice to get more rice.

Xing Ye is not hungry at all, he wants to coax the middle-aged woman to cook some food for her, she is too thin.

The woman seemed to remember something after hearing Xing Ye's words. She said: "When Da Mao was sent away as a sacrifice, the village gave money. I just bought rice, and the rest of the money was given by that Those who kill a thousand knives take it to gamble, it's gone."

"What happened next?" Xing Ye asked.

"Ermao girl owed money to get out, and if you don't have money to pay, you are the same." Thinking of her son, the woman felt sad again.

"No," Xing Ye shook his head and said, "You said before that you exchanged your own child for someone else's child because you owed someone else's money. The money should be repaid. The money from the village Even if it is not enough to repay the debt, at least it should be paid to the family first, and that person will pay the debt, there is no reason not to pay the debt at all."

After listening to Xing Ye's words, the woman's eyes became brighter and not as cloudy as before. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong, and finally she screamed: "It's him! He went to the village chief's house behind my back He took the money and used it to gamble, he is really not a thing!"

"Don't rush to get angry," Xing Ye calmly held the woman down, "When will the money be distributed this time, we will get it before him."

When he woke up, the woman was just about to kill him, which meant that she had just learned the news, and she should have had time to collect the money. Even if it's too late, the cheap father of this body is too late to spend, so he can **** it back.

Xing Ye was holding the woman's wrist. There was not a single bit of flesh in the wrist. The boy's delicate palm was holding her wrist, but it was hit by a bone. How thin she is!

"You're not afraid of death, are you?" Xing Ye looked at the woman and said.

The woman touched Xiaomao's tender face, shook her head firmly and said, "Mother and Xiaomao are together, so I'm not afraid of anything."

Xing Ye said: "A person who is not afraid of death, there is no need to be afraid of a scumbag. Pick up your scissors and kitchen knife to collect the money. If he takes it away, ask him where he is going. If you don't want to kill him, you can , It’s okay, you can get the money back if you cut him. This is my hard-working money, and we will fill our stomachs after receiving the money, and it’s not his turn to squander it!”

The woman looked at Xing Ye and said softly: "Xiao Mao, you were not like this before. You are so timid, and you are often beaten and cried by the big fat man next door."

Xing Ye is not afraid of her suspicion. The woman is already half-crazy, and Xiao Mao has just suffered a tragedy about to be killed by her. It is normal to change under great joy and sorrow.

So Xing Ye said with a childish face: "I'm going to die, I'm afraid of being fat."

He clenched his fist several times and then released it, and after he had made enough mental preparations, he said: "I want to eat with my mother, and let's go on the road happily."

After hearing his words, the woman became less suspicious. After all, she is also a person who wants to die, so what does it matter if her son changes or not? After all, it is a sacrifice to the mountain god.

So she took her son's hand and walked out of the room.

It was only then that Xing Ye discovered that this village was quite prosperous, but his family was too dilapidated and poor, and lived in a brick house next door.

It doesn't look like the period of the Republic of China, but it doesn't look like modern society either.

Xing Ye has seen the new countryside in modern society. It is much more advanced than here. The yard next door is very large, but there are no modern farm tools such as tractors.

It's a little weird here. Xing Ye thought.

It’s broad daylight, and it’s summer again. When walking on the road, you can always see people doing farm work. Every household has fields in the yard. The smaller ones grow vegetables, and the larger ones grow grain.

Xing Ye has seen cornfields and rice fields. He invested in a township development project in the past two years and visited the field. He looked at the corn in the yard, and he didn't think it was grown from improved varieties.

Someone met a woman and him on the road, and said, "Aunt Yang, are you going to collect the money? Go, I just saw your man go to the village chief's house."

The middle-aged woman, Aunt Yang, pulled out the kitchen knife hanging from her waist, and rushed towards the village chief's house in a murderous posture.

Xing Ye frowned slightly. These villagers didn't seem to care about the offering of sacrifices at all, and would remind Aunt Yang to collect the money.

It is said that the village is quite big. Xing Ye looked over and couldn't see the end at a glance. He knew the population of the village, and it could indeed support a child for three years.

But there is only one mountain god, so why give 5? This village is not as simple as ignorance, there are other inside stories in it.

After hearing the news, Aunt Yang walked faster and faster, and finally felt that Xing Ye was walking slowly, so she simply carried Xiao Mao on her back and rushed all the way.

She ran as if she was overdrawing her own vitality, at a particularly fast speed.

Xing Ye frowned. Can this physique support such speed and strength?

Running all the way to the village chief's house, he saw a man receiving money from the village chief.

When Aunt Yang saw the man, she yelled, "You've been paid a thousand dollars, and you're going to gamble with my son's life money!"

Afraid of hurting Xing Ye, she first squatted down to put Xiao Mao down, and then rushed over with the kitchen knife.

The man didn't expect Aunt Yang to have such courage, and when she couldn't dodge for a while, she slashed his arm with a knife, screaming in pain.

But his speed was not slow, at the same time he was cut, he kicked Aunt Yang's stomach, sending the woman flying.

Xing Ye's strength was limited, and he couldn't hold Aunt Yang at all. He watched the woman fall on the ground and couldn't get up.

The knife was still on the man, and he took the money and said: "I still want to use the money to get some money. Who knows that this woman has gone crazy, and she has to spend money to see a doctor first."

Xing Ye looked at the money in his hand, it turned out to be a silver coin.

What age is this, and silver coins are still used?

He felt that the village was full of chaos.

As for the man with sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks and the woman with skinny bones, Xing Ye looked in the mirror just now on the road, but he was actually good-looking, not at all like the children of these two.

Xing Ye ran to help the woman, thinking whether to use skills to stop time and prevent the man from leaving. At this time, Aunt Yang who fell on the ground crawled to the man's feet, bit his leg, and directly bit off a piece of meat.

Xing Ye: ""

He looked at the village chief and said, "Aren't you going to stop them?"

The village head is a middle-aged man with the image of a traditional farmer, wearing a vest, and his arms are black and red from the sun. Hearing Xing Ye's words, he smiled honestly and said, "No, there will be fights every time."

Although it was Xing Ye who urged the woman to get back his own money, he really couldn't see through the current development.

At this time, the small mirror hanging on his chest moved. Xing Ye saw the village chief's gaze fell on the fighting men and women, turned his back, opened his clothes, and quickly glanced at the shirt hanging next to him along the collar. Mirror.

I saw the writing on the mirror: Don't act rashly, I think everyone here has problems.

Xing Ye was sympathetic to Aunt Yang, but now he feels something is wrong.

He didn't use the skills and the QR code, but the man pulled out the kitchen knife himself, and slashed at Aunt Yang's back mercilessly.

Aunt Yang is a body of flesh and blood after all, she lost half her life with a knife. She looked back at Xing Ye and said weakly: "Little Mao, you must not be a sacrifice anymore, no."

While speaking, he vomited blood from his mouth.

At this time, she still had the strength to speak. She glared at the village chief and said, "If Xiaomao becomes a sacrifice, I won't die in peace. I will take the whole village to be buried with me!"

After that, he spat out a mouthful of blood and died.

The village chief who had been watching just now turned pale with shock, pointed at the man and said, "He, he, he, Yang Dazhuang killed his own wife, arrest him quickly!"

Originally there were only four people in the yard, Yang Dazhuang, Aunt Yang, the village head, and Xing Ye, suddenly a dozen young and strong men appeared out of nowhere, holding Yang Dazhuang whose arm had been cut off in half , Subdue people.

The village head looked at Xing Ye and sighed, "It's unlucky to curse the village before the death of the little Mao Niang. I need to call someone from the village committee to discuss it."

What?

Xing Ye and Lu Mingze, who was hiding in the mirror, tilted their heads in shock when they heard this. Such a village with the bad habit of offering sacrifices to mountain gods, a village that uses silver dollars, and a village committee?

Xing Ye had a feeling that time and space were extremely chaotic.

When she was in the hut just now, Aunt Yang's performance was extremely realistic, like a desperate mother, the last madness before committing suicide.

But after leaving the room, Aunt Yang seemed to behave completely differently from the one in the house, as if she had been manipulated by something.

The last words spoken are more like the tragic beginning of some supernatural stories.

Think about it carefully, even if the mountain **** is very picky, he needs to choose one of the five offerings, why does he choose this one every year?

What kind of body did the system give him? What kind of world is this?

"Village chief, what should Yang Dazhuang do? Should he be sent to the village doctor for treatment?" a strong man asked.

The village chief glanced at Yang Dazhuang and said: "If you kill someone, you will act according to the rules of killing people."

So he picked up the silver dollar he had just given out from Yang Dazhuang's hand, and said indifferently: "Slash a few knives on each limb, throw it outside the village, and let it sit for three days. He bandaged it, if you can't live, you will die."