Soon, another villager picked up a torch, and Huang Laodao held the torch. 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 to Shu Ci's face 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, her eyes seemed to have no wave.
That too calm reaction made Huang Laodao feel a pang in his heart. How could this be the behavior of a normal person?
The matter had come to this, and he was not allowed to think too much. Huang Laodao's eyes were stern, and in full view of everyone, he delivered 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. There was no sound at all.
Shu Ci's motionless look made everyone feel jealous.
Someone asked in a low voice: "Tao... Priest, why didn't she say anything?"
Huang Laodao has never experienced this kind of thing. In his mind, he is a monster and a mountain ghost. Since he is made 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, and 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 as dark as a pool of water.
Throwing away the torch in his hand with a snap, Huang Laodao let go of his hand, letting 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 felt no sympathy at all. They only felt that this terrifying face looked more and more sinister and like an evil ghost. At a glance, they knew 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 firewood was piled up around him. He walked over and said sternly: "You harmful evildoer, I have given you a chance. You are unrepentant and wantonly harming others. It is 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 good that 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 from the crowd. Huang Laodao was punched hard in the face. His cheeks were sunken, his bones were cracked and cracked, and the bridge of his nose was crooked. He wailed miserably, The whole person fell straight down.
The sudden turn of events made everyone scream in surprise, and they gathered around to see who was this 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 twisted face, his nose was bleeding, and his tears were so painful that he did not forget to show off.
Just as he was about to stand up, a foot fell heavily on the wrist holding the torch.
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 burning. When he opened his eyes, he saw a raging fire burning in front of him.
"Ah! Ah!!" He was so horrified that he shrank his head back and screamed like an old rooster without any image.
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.
How come the old immortal with profound Taoist teachings couldn't even hold back the sick and weak young man from the Baili family with his fist.
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. Huang Laodao looked too cowardly when he was knocked down by a punch. Everyone couldn't help but doubt his true level. The people who came around in a hurry also stopped and watched from a distance. .
Why couldn't Balian understand the changes in the expressions on everyone's faces? He sneered: "What? It's strange for you to bear the pain without saying a word. That's not allowed. Take a punch from me and fall to the ground. Wailing in pain is weird and unacceptable, so...how should a normal person behave?"
Everyone was immediately silenced by the question.
When Huang Laodao saw clearly who was coming, 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 man. 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 no expression on his 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. When he put his arms away, his fists were dripping with blood.
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 last weak protest.
Everyone's scalp was numb and their hands and feet were cold.
Baili's little husband 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 at all. This crazy and ruthless energy is really amazing. People felt chilled and frightened when they saw it.
Aunt Wu looked at it, although her heart was filled with joy, but 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 Aunt 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 him 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 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 was a pity that this old pervert was beaten to death, but it would not be worth it if a good person like Baili Xiaoxiangong was involved in a life-threatening lawsuit and went to jail.
Shu Ci heard Aunt Wu's call and glanced at Balian silently, as if she didn't understand. She was obviously the one who was beaten and burned, so why was this piece of meat so angry as if his wife had died.
However, she was thinking about Balian's injuries. His body had not recovered in the past few days. Such a violent fight and arousing anger would not do any good to his injuries.
With Aunt Wu's support, Shu Ci stood up and walked over, 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 made people shudder. Listening to the movement, you knew that Moyo's bones were 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 didn't look too miserable at all.
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 in a vague voice.
"Stop hitting...don't hit...please, stop hitting me, I was wrong, please spare me...spare me, don't dare to do it again."
However, Bai Lian didn't even give him a look. His eyes lingered closely on Shu Ci's burnt and 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 kindly.
Looking at the cannibalistic look in Baili's little husband's eyes, Huang Laodao was afraid of death and it would be really hard 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 lightly. There was a little blood splattered on his face at this moment, and he looked bloody and cruel. .
"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, and said sadly: "Old Taoist should not hide evil intentions to hit your wife, nor should he take revenge after being rejected, and deliberately Lure her into the river to scare her.”
As soon as these words came out, the truth was immediately revealed. 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 Laodao in the name of cultivating immortals and eliminating evil spirits, so as to give birth to a child who had eaten several 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, 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 have suffered a disaster for no reason, and your face has been 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 faintly uttered two words with his blood-stained thin lips: "Get out of the way."
These women had seen how ruthless Bailian's methods were, and they did not dare to make any mistakes. They quickly cleaned up their tears and messy hair and retreated.
