Night came, the bonfire was lit, and people came to the threshing ground one after another, looking at Jiang Ling tied to wooden stakes.

Jiang Ling was dying, and his breath was almost gone.

Erwa's mom looked at Jiang Ling worriedly, and when she thought of Jiang's mother's description at this moment, she couldn't help but sigh.

What a sin!

Why is Jiang Ling the one who is overwhelmed by the evil spirit?

Erwa's mother sighed again, and the dumbfounded Erwa appeared from the crowd. She immediately walked up to him with a stern face, held her ears and pulled him home.

Behind them, a white old man stood out from the crowd, and his tone was calm and regretful to tell the story of Jiang Ling being possessed by the evil spirit. He asked everyone to take care of his widowed mother Jiang's mother, and then shook his head and walked aside.

A strong man held up a torch and walked firmly, and walked to the fire that was almost piled up into a mountain. His face was very serious when the fire shone.

I don’t know who sobbed quietly. Instead of looking for the crying person, people raised their faces solemnly and secretly prayed that Jiang Ling would be able to become a good child in the next life.

The man threw the torch onto the firewood, which immediately ignited the dry firewood.

The smoke and dust rolled, and Jiang Ling suddenly started to cough, which scared everyone.

"Stop!" An old voice suddenly came from behind the crowd, sounding gasping, as if he had walked a long way.

People were puzzled and quickly made a way out. When they looked closely, they turned out to be an old man with a white beard.

"How can you use lynching and take human life into consideration? Stop it!"

He took a staggering step and pointed to the burning fire, panting.

"Save people quickly!"

Just as people were still immersed in surprise, a person suddenly rushed out from behind the old man, jumped over the burning bonfire and came to Jiang Ling.

He quickly untied the rope on Jiang Ling's body, put her on his back, walked to the firewood, kicked it with a big kick, and kicked the firewood into the sky, and then made a way to let him escape from the fire.

When Mars flew around, people hid, and when they looked again, he was already standing with the old man, with Jiang Ling on his back.

"Who are you? Why do you care about our affairs!"

Someone roared and questioned, but the old man refused to listen and asked the boy who saved the person to put down Jiang Ling and sniff first. Then he breathed a little relieved and said, "My surname is Jiang, and he is a doctor in the town. Jiang Zhan in Guicun is ill, so he asked me to come and visit. After the diagnosis and treatment, I heard that you were going to burn a girl to death, so I wanted to come and see her." He took a breath and said, "Fortunately, I came in time, otherwise this little baby would die in vain."

When people heard that he was a doctor, their tone eased a lot, but their intention to burn Jiang Ling to death still remained unchanged.

"She was possessed by evil spirits, otherwise how could we burn her to death?"

"Yes, why did you release her?"

"What if she wakes up and hurts someone?"

Dr. Jiang supported the ground with one hand and wanted to stand up, so the boy quickly helped him.

He said, "This child is very good. How could he be penetrated by evil spirits? Even if she is really infected, she still wants to call the Taoist to exorcise evil spirits. How can she deal with it so hasty?"

A sneer came from the crowd and said, "The Taoist has been killed by the evil evil spirits on her body. Who else dares to eliminate evil?"

When Dr. Jiang heard this, he stamped his feet in anger and said, "I dare to eliminate evil for her!"

Everyone was in an uproar.

Dr. Jiang said again: "Let me take her away today, can you?"

People whispered and talked a lot, but no one could get the idea.

At this time, the old man who had just come out to take charge came out of the crowd again.

He bowed to Dr. Jiang, and Dr. Zhang quickly returned the greeting.

I heard the old man say, "Jiang Ling is from my village. His father died and his mother is sick. It really makes us feel sorry for him. But today there are many evil things in her. We want to keep them, but we can't keep them. If Dr. Jiang insists on taking her away, I will make the decision for her mother and agree to this matter. However, if Jiang Ling gets evil and hurts the doctor, it has nothing to do with us."

Dr. Jiang thought for a moment, looked at Jiang Ling lying on the ground, nodded heavily, "That's it. The road back is long, let's take a step first."

The boy had already carried Jiang Ling on his back, followed Dr. Jiang, and walked into the night step by step.

People were relieved when they watched them disappear, thinking that except for a disaster, but suddenly a woman's sharp cry cut through the night sky and penetrated into their ears.

She shouted, "Jiang Ling's mother is hanging again!"

People were shocked and hurried over to ask for details.

Erwa's mother burst into tears and said reluctantly: "When I went back, I saw a cloth strap wrapped around Mingxiu's neck, hanging it on the head of the bed, and then he sniffed, and it was gone. Her body was cold, and she must have been there for a while."

She couldn't help crying, and saw Erwa's father's face as if he had eaten bitter gourd, and cursed: "It's all your fault for coming up with this bad idea! This family is over!"

Erwa's father was suddenly disgusted by his wife in front of an outsider, and his face couldn't be stopped at that time.

He immediately started to clamor and said that Jiang Ling was burned to death. Everyone had a share, so why should he blame him alone?

He scolded Erwa's mother and went to Jiang Ling's house like jumping, and everyone followed.

When I arrived at Jiang Ling's house, Jiang's mother was indeed lying on the couch, her head wrapped around the head of the bed with a cloth bag.

I went forward to explore and was already very angry for a long time.

Everyone was regretful, and a few women were already crying.

Alas, poor mother Jiang, who was young and unsure of knowing people, ruined her youth. She finally raised her daughter until she was nine years old, but was tired of being taken care of by her daughter day and night, and was plagued by illness, and ended up hanging herself at the bedside. It is said that children are the parents' debts, and it seems that there is some reason.

There was no one else in Jiang Ling's family, so he had to hold a funeral, put Jiang's mother in a thin coffin and buried her in a cemetery.

Besides, Jiang Ling is really pitiful.

When she was taken onto the carriage by Dr. Jiang and walked staggering towards the town, she didn't know her only relative, but her mother, who had not had time to come in, had already swallowed her last breath.

She was half-wrucked by the boy and fed a few sips of water, but she was still unconscious at this time.

When the boy saw Jiang Ling's lips burst, he dipped it in water with his fingers and applied it to her lips.

He sighed and said to Dr. Zhang, who was looking closed, "Grandpa, are we going to take her home?"

Dr. Zhang still closed his eyes and said exhaustedly: "It's so late, how can there be any other place to accommodate her?"

The boy glanced at Jiang Ling's face again and asked, "Grandpa, is she really possessed by evil spirits? Why don't I look like her?"

After hearing this, Dr. Jiang opened his eyes, with a kind smile in his eyes.

He said, "Of course she was not possessed by evil spirits. If there were any, the stones on your body would have reminded you long ago!"

The boy nodded and touched the stone hanging around his neck.

"Grandpa, did you save her because she was not possessed?"
Chapter completed!