My heart suddenly tightened.
I probably know where this group of people came from.
Turning around, I asked tentatively: "Since the *** came to power, there have been a lot more children in this yard, right?"
"How did you know?"
Looking at the *** on the stage, ten thousand grass mud horses galloped past in my heart.
This group of people is really heartbroken and crazy to the extreme!
Dumb medicine is actually not uncommon. Whether it is Chinese medicine or Western medicine, there are things that damage the structure of the vocal cords.
Generally speaking, damage to the vocal cords is irreversible.
But there is only a lost medicine called flower seed powder, which can make damaged vocal cords heal again.
And there is only one kind of person who understands this stuff - human traffickers.
In the early years, children were divided into three, six or nine grades. The worst ones were those with disabilities, while the best ones were fat and healthy boys.
In order not to be discovered, Paihuazi mixed the flower seed powder into the jelly beans and tricked the children into eating them.
After eating, I couldn't speak. Even if I was caught, I would have no evidence.
When there is no one around, these bastards will give the child a sip of boy urine, and his throat will be opened.
According to the slang of human traffickers, this is a top-notch product!
Of course, this industry is so unscrupulous that if someone catches you, you will definitely be beaten to death.
In places where the folk customs are fierce, the government officials knew they had caught the trafficker and deliberately walked very slowly. When they arrived at the place, the trafficker was barely alive.
As for the county magistrate, he wouldn't even ask a single question. He would just treat it as an unclaimed wild corpse and throw it into a mass grave.
It is precisely because of this that there are fewer and fewer people working in this industry, and those who have other options will not take this job.
If he didn't protect everything, he would be beaten to death one day.
As for what I asked Le'an just now, it actually confirmed my guess.
"Bang bang bang!"
At this time, the cloud board struck three times, and *** stood on the stage and spoke full of benevolence, justice and morality, respecting both heaven and earth.
"Respect all sentient beings in the ten directions!"
As the last words of *** were recited, everyone in the audience leaned forward in defeat.
"Please, Uncle Master!"
*** shouted and I sent Lean to the stage.
The moment I came on stage, *** had already seen me, and his expression suddenly changed.
I smiled lightly and said softly: "Don't be so surprised, I didn't leave."
If there wasn't someone in the audience, I guess he wanted to kill someone, right?
***'s psychological quality was pretty good. He was stunned for a moment and then put on a smile on his face.
"After the death of the old master, my uncle has been in charge of the overall situation."
He sighed with pretense of regret: "It's a pity that my uncle has a throat disease! Otherwise, I really want to hear what my uncle has to say!"
"Uncle, please go down and rest first."
I didn't move, but opened my voice and shouted: "Who said he can't speak?"
As I said that, I pushed Le'an: "Is your throat okay?"
"yes!"
Le'an deliberately raised his voice: "My voice is fine!"
"To be precise, it's okay today!"
Le'an stood on the stage and let go of his voice: "You Taoist priests were all recruited by my senior brother! But there are some things you don't know!"
"If you want me to see it, leave this Jingtian *** today! Let's change it!"
*** immediately panicked and tried to stop Le An: "Today is such an important day, how can you just break the rules casually?"
"Jingtian *** must not make any mistakes, otherwise who will bear the responsibility for the punishment of the Sanqing?"
At this time, he couldn't care about anything else and shouted directly: "Please invite your uncle down first, the *** can't stop!"
I took out the dagger from my waist and said, "You guys come up and try?"
"Look at this knife!"
Maybe they didn't expect that someone would use the knife on the bed.
For me, I don't care at all.
What else does a person who has been struck by lightning care about?
Le'an suddenly raised his voice: "I tell you, he is the direct murderer of my senior brother!"
When he said these words, he seemed to have put aside all his scruples and completely lifted the veil on the matter.
