What can I do? I am a child who was born and raised in a peaceful era. What do I know?

Chu Qing shook his head.

"Tch!" Village Chief Zhang mocked disdainfully.

"Bah! You're pretending to be like a human being. You said everything but you can't do anything. Why are you pretending?" The third fat man spat hard and scolded him happily.

"Ms. Zhang!" her old lady showed her power: "You have been disobedient to your parents since you were born seven years ago. When your family was in trouble yesterday, you abandoned your young son and your mother-in-law and went into hiding. Today you still teach me and refuse to change, and you contradicted me several times;

You talk a lot, you go around talking about right and wrong, and today you ignore the grace of saving your life and keep spitting blood! If I divorce you today, will you be dissatisfied?! "

Emma, ​​okay, old lady! This elegant person seems to be a person with a story!

"The old lady is a lady who has read and read well!"

"That's not the case! I heard from my mother-in-law that this old Mrs. Fan is the daughter of the Juren Master. If her family hadn't been in poverty, why would she have married into our village?"

"Then you tell me, how come the three fat guys don't have any knowledge at all?"

"Yeah, why didn't his mother teach him if he was so good?"

"I guess he can't teach it! Look at his eldest brother and his second brother, which one is not the same as the old lady?"

"It's a pity that the families were separated early and they weren't together, otherwise we wouldn't have let the three fat family members be so poor! Hey, what do you think his eldest and second brothers did?"

The old lady's show of force caused the crowd to start talking again. Village Chief Zhang was already blushing and ashamed: "Old lady, please calm down. I'll teach her a lesson!" He turned around and yelled at San Fatty's family: "Kneel down quickly!"

The third fat man was so frightened that he lost his soul. Ma Liu knelt down and begged for mercy: "Mom, I was wrong. You can punish me no matter what you want when I go home, but you can't divorce me! You also know this problem with me.

Don't be shy, I don't have any bad intentions! Mother!"

Howled again.

He is really capable of bending and stretching! Chu Qing got a headache as soon as he heard this set of "singing, chanting, and beating" that sounded like mourning.

Xiaobao played with the last bamboo pen in Chu Qing's arms. Chu Qing made three pens in total and used two yesterday.

Chu Qing's eyes lit up.

"Let me try." Chu Qing would rather hear the scream than hear her cry.

Then he borrowed a pen from Xiaobao and promised to give him a better one later.

"What do you want to do?" Mr. Xie asked.

"I don't know what to do." Chu Qing said, "But if they don't say it, it means they haven't reached their bottom line yet. They have hope in their hearts. I want to try to kill their hope."

"Then give it a try." Mr. Xie agreed.

"It may be bloody, sir, please stay away," Chu Qing said.

"That's fine."

Chu Qing grabbed the bamboo pen and walked to an open space far away from the threshing floor. The area was full of large rocks and was very uneven.

The gangsters who were slightly injured were asked to each hold a dead person and tied up. Those who were seriously injured were directly tied with ropes to tie the wounds into rice dumplings.

From yesterday morning to now, I haven’t eaten or drank, and I’m still covered in injuries. It’s really miserable.

Chu Qing found the biggest stone, sat down, and hugged Xiaobao. She didn't let Xiaobao avoid it.

The child was scared yesterday. If he sees blood again today, he probably won't be scared anymore.

"Who will get some water for them to drink?" The villagers didn't leave, watching the fun from a distance. Chu Qing ordered them around.

Immediately someone brought a bucket of water. Chu Qing gave each of them a cupful of water, as long as they were half thirsty but not thirsty, and could talk.

"You didn't tell the truth. I'll give you another chance today." Chu Qing spoke. The bandits stared at the buckets and no one spoke.

"You have also drank water. It is estimated that the blood on your body is not that dry and can be released. Who can say it first?"

Chu Qing asked again.

Still no one spoke. Chu Qing quietly said to Xiaobao: "I was scared yesterday and I am still scared now, but they bullied us. I want revenge. I want to use them to develop my courage. If you don't like it, don't watch it.

Okay?" Xiaobao shook his head.

Chu Qing smiled, the little guy suited her temperament quite well.

Chu Qing walked over and squatted down next to the man who had his ankle bone chopped off with a hatchet: "You say it first? If you don't say it, I will kill the chicken and show it to the monkey."

The man with a broken ankle was yelling and cursing whatever was unpleasant.

Chu Qing said: "I hate the noise."

With a strong hand, the bamboo pen was inserted into the man's thigh. Chu Qing was afraid that the artery would not be pierced, so she turned the bamboo pen around.

Soon, blood flowed out from the barrel of the pen. The man kept scolding, but Chu Qing turned a deaf ear.

The blood drained from the bamboo tube quickly dyed most of the stone underneath red. Chu Qing lifted the stone and connected the other half under the bamboo tube to continue "dying" it.

When doing all this, Chu Qing felt less afraid. It felt a bit like playing a dungeon in an online game, where he had to fight the monsters in front of him until the health bar was empty.

The other bandits closed their eyes and pretended to be dead without saying a word.

Chu Qing was a little depressed: "The chicken was killed, the monkey didn't see it, right?"

You still don’t believe it, you can’t see it with your eyes closed, can’t you hear it?

Go to the bucket, take out the gourd and scoop, put it on the ground, and let the dripping blood hit the scoop. The hollow scoop suddenly amplifies the sound of bleeding.

The blood is drained through the bamboo tube, first poured in a straight line on the bottom of the ladle, and then becomes a rapid drip as the flow rate slows down.

"Ta...ta...ta...ta..." The dense dripping sound seemed extremely strange in the quiet atmosphere, like the rapid footsteps of death.

The surrounding villagers did not dare to express their anger. They had never killed pigs or chickens like this before, and it was not a pleasant death.

The speed of blood dripping gradually slowed down.

This kind of pain is easy to bear, but the psychological fear is expanding rapidly.

The sound of dripping blood was getting longer and longer. The "chicken" with a broken ankle and a bamboo tube stuck in his leg began to get scared. He felt that his heart was beating weakly with the rhythm of the dripping blood.

It was as if what he saw flowing out of the bamboo tube was the little life he had left.

Chu Qing turned around and shouted to the crowd: "Get a few more bamboo tubes and bleed each one. If you don't pull him down, drain the blood and bury him. If you don't tell me, just suffocate him to death!"

Zhang Mingyu cooperated very well. He shouted "Okay!" and ran away to find the bamboo pipe.

The "monkeys" moved uneasily.

The crowd also talked a lot. Some said that Chu Qing didn't look like a woman. How could a woman be so cruel, killing people and bleeding? Others said that the bloodletting was deserved, otherwise why not keep these offal for the New Year?

Chu Qing ignored them and watched carefully around the fifteen living bandits, especially the one wearing straw sandals.

This person's feet have perfect arches, which is the perfect pair of feet for long walks. The heels of both feet have a thick layer of white calluses, which are also peeling and cracked. These are probably a pair of feet that have been used for walking all year round.

Chu Qing looked back and observed that the feet of the villagers wearing straw sandals were not so rough. It seemed that this person had been walking a lot.

After observing for a long time and not being able to come up with anything, I pulled off their shoes one by one and discovered that they all had feet like this, with thick calluses, peeling skin, and dry and cracked feet.

There was a man wearing boots with a laminated top.

Zhang Mingyu came back and brought a handful of bamboo tubes with uneven thickness. "Take this apart." Chu Qing pointed to the sandwich inside the boot and said, "There is something inside."

Zhang Mingyu took out his dagger and opened the mezzanine in twos and twos. Inside was a piece of silk with a map drawn on it. There were two places marked on the map. The bandits looked anxious now.

The bandit who had been bled was a little confused now, and he had no energy left to yell and curse. Chu Qing borrowed Zhang Mingyu's dagger and began to cut the bamboo pipe. Just cut off the tip.

After cutting one, find a thigh and pierce it diagonally from bottom to top, trying to penetrate into the artery.

Zhang Mingyu's mouth twitched when he saw it: "I'll do it." He said that he would take the bamboo pipe and stab someone. Chu Qing didn't let him go. He said in his heart: I am practicing my courage, don't disturb me.

Chu Qing saw that Xiaobao had been watching, and his face slowly turned from pale at first to normal.

"It's considered revenge," Chu Qing said. "The blood of an adult man accounts for about eight percent of his body weight. This man weighs about 130 to 40 pounds. If the blood is drained, it can probably fill this bucket.

.”

As he spoke, Chu Qing kicked the bucket next to him.

Xiaobao looked at the bucket carefully.

I really did bloodletting one by one. It was so slow and painful that someone finally collapsed.

"You are a ghost! You are not human!" the man shouted.

"When you came into the village, you were no longer human. Do you still care whether I am a human or a ghost?" Chu Qing sneered. "Are you going to tell me? If you don't tell me, I'll knock you down."

"I said!" The man really collapsed. The sound of blood dripping from fast to slow on the gourd made him feel like he was seeing a gloomy path leading into the underworld.

"We are from Donglun." The man said with difficulty.

"Shut up! You traitor!" the ones who were bled scolded!

Those who were bled would rather die than surrender, while those who were not bled would not inflict their own wounds.

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die like this!" said the traitor.

"You may not die." Chu Qing said seductively, "Explain clearly that I won't kill you."

"Let me tell you. We are from Donglun, and we are here to find..." Before he finished speaking, the one who called him a traitor struggled to get up, holding the body in his arms and threw it at the traitor, causing the traitor to say no.

Speak up.

"Why are you so anxious? Even if you don't let him say it, I know... you are here to find mines!" Chu Qing stared at the excited Donglun man. He used all his strength to move the body to press on the traitor. At this moment

My son, he happened to be facing up to the sky.
Chapter completed!