A woman walked into my sight.
Triangular eyes, short hair, and raised upper lip.
In appearance, being bitter and mean will bring disaster to future generations.
She took Hao Min's hand and said, "Master, what are you going to do? Are you really going to kill the cow for those outsiders?"
"Cows are used to plow the land. They are our last treasures and cannot be given to outsiders!"
Hao Min grabbed her hand: "What do you know? Who said I was going to kill the cow!"
"Then this is what you are doing!"
Hao Min sighed: "The children are almost starving to death, and the villagers are almost dying. They are all hungry!"
"Didn't you see what those people from the village were wearing? They must be rich people. It's obviously a disaster year. They don't have food to eat at home, so they come to us to beg food from us poor people!"
"The rich should all die. If they die, we won't have to die!"
"That's right! They are all going to die anyway. If they die in our Hao Village, it can be considered a contribution to the villagers!"
Hao Min laughed and waved the knife in his hand.
From the perspective of the dark eye above the beam, I saw his ferocious smile, and saw his eyes revealing greed and madness, and I became even hungrier!
The woman was infected by him and clapped her hands and laughed: "Yes, you are right, if they die, we don't have to die!"
"Go ahead, the kids are waiting for you!"
I followed her point of view and saw a group of children in the room.
He is said to be a child, but he looks like a naughty child, but in reality he doesn't look like a naughty child at all.
Their eyes burned with a fire called hunger, and the flames covered their eyes.
When I was a kid, my grandma told me that people can die however they want, just not starve!
Mortals often say that red-robed ghosts are scary, but in fact the most terrifying thing in the underworld is the starving ghosts.
Many starving ghosts cannot be reincarnated because they are too hungry. Hungry controls the mind. This is desire that exists more than any resentment.
This kind of desire will urge them to eat step by step, eat everything in front of them, and eat themselves.
Hao Min opened the door and saw several villagers standing outside.
There were strong men and old people, and the one who scared me the most was a woman.
The woman was thin and had a paranoid look on her withered face.
Paranoid about living, paranoid about life.
Hao Min's kitchen knife and machete were on the door frame: "Folks, the past two years have been too hard. All the food has been eaten, and the bark of the trees is gone!"
"If this continues, we will die!"
"Yes, our lives are cheap. It doesn't matter whether we die or not, but the baby is not guilty!"
"Who has never been hungry? It's so heartbreaking to be hungry. We can starve to death, but I can't!"
"Sixth sister-in-law, tell me, your man is gone and he has lost everything, leaving you with a few children! Can you watch your man's family become destitute and watch your children starve to death?"
The sallow and thin woman said with a hoarse voice: "No, patriarch, just tell me what to do, and we will all follow you!"
Hao Min pulled out the kitchen knife with both hands: "It's not our fault!"
He knelt down and kowtowed to the sky: "Alas, ancestors of Haojia Village, it's not our fault. We have to survive so that someone can offer you incense and burn paper for you!"
"It's the world that doesn't let us be human beings!"
"Folks, follow me!"
He shouted and walked ahead of the crowd, followed by a dozen people.
They carry hope for life and hope for survival.
I felt terrified. I had never been as frightened as I was when entering a fantasy world.
Because the hope for these people to survive is us!
I withdrew my Yin Shen, and Shi Feiying came over: "How are you doing, Brother Zai?"
He is a body refiner, and his thunder skills are extremely powerful, but it has never been his unique skill to cultivate the yin spirit and create the yang spirit.
I was sitting on the bench, and at some point, there was a thin layer of sweat on my forehead: "They are coming!"
"Who?" Shi Feiying asked.
"Those villagers!"
"They can come as soon as they come!" Shi Feiying didn't care and suddenly raised his head: "No news about the Corpse Demon?"
"No!" I shook my head: "I haven't found any news about the corpse demon yet!"
"What's so scary about the villagers coming here? No, why are they here? Bringing us food?"
I took a deep breath: "No, I'm here to get something to eat!"
"What kind of food do we have here? If there was, we would have filled our stomachs long ago!"
I looked at him and then at myself: "Us!"
"Us? Us!" Shi Feiying's voice shook the roof: "They want it?"
"Yes! I can clearly see that these people are a group of hungry ghosts! The hungry ghosts are looking for a substitute!"
Suddenly a cool breeze blew up, blowing the sweat on my forehead, and a drop of sweat slid down between my eyebrows.
"Bang! Peng Peng!" The door was ringing.
"Are you in the house? Guests? Why should you lock the door in broad daylight?"
I heard someone prying at the door.
"Open the door quickly, it's me, Hao Min, I'm here to bring you food!"
Shi Feiying and I looked at each other.
Dongyue broke the calm and appeared between the two of us: "Open the door? We can beat them, they are just a bunch of brats!"
Shi Feiying and I turned our heads at the same time: "My spell can't be used!"
We reached out our hands at the same time with a tacit understanding, but I didn't have the Yin-Zhan knife in my hand.
There is no palm thunder in his hand!
This illusion is very strange. He actually makes me think that I am an ordinary person?
Dongyue closed her eyes, and a small golden sword appeared in his hand: "The talisman and magic weapon I brought from outside can no longer be used. This is my natal magic weapon!"
I took a step back and stood behind him: "Then it's up to you to protect your two brothers from now on!"
"Touch! Touch! Touch!"
A thick voice came from the door: "Hurry up and open the door! I know you are inside, don't say anything! Open the door!"
The door shook.
We stood in the main room, not understanding, watching it shake.
I looked up at the beams of the house: "It looks so familiar! Why are they so similar to the beams in my house?"
The beams in my house are century-old beams. My grandma said that when our family was rich for a while, they used good beams, and they were still the same beams used when building new houses.
I looked at the door, and it stopped ringing.
There was a lot of noise outside the door.
"Is there no one inside?"
"Chief, they won't leave!"
"Definitely not. I saw that the door was locked. They must have fallen asleep inside!"
"Don't worry about it, just open the door and take a look!" This voice was very familiar. I listened carefully, and it was that woman's voice!
"Touch~!" The voice was abrupt.
I saw the deadbolt break.
Things like door bolts are made of solid wood. Even if you cut these things with a knife, you may not be able to cut them. This was actually inferred!
Through the crack in the door, I could clearly see that thin face and resolute eyes.
The owner of those eyes also noticed me. She stared at me, the whites of her eyes disappeared, and her eyes were completely surrounded by black.
In the black eyeballs, white occasionally appears, and the blackness is like mist: "They are inside, the man who is practicing tender meat! Inside! The baby can live!"
"bump!"
The door bolt adheres to its duty and falls with the door.
Outside the gate, a dozen or so people were surrounded by black air.
"I saw it, it smells so good!"
"very hungry!"
"The baby can live! Rush!"
Countless people, now like starving ghosts, broke through the door.
The target is us!
