Chapter 1020 You Bastard

The village has no name.

Because this place is so poor that even a literate person would not want to come here.

For generations, the villagers have lived in poverty with their faces facing the loess and their backs to the sky.

They are also eager to change their destiny and go to a better metropolis, but they have no way at all.

This desire to get rid of the status quo has gradually become their obsession from generation to generation.

Every year, young people leave this village to go to the metropolis they long for, but year after year they have no way to live in the city and can only return to the place where they were born.

What's even more frightening is that the hearts of those who have seen the bustling metropolis have been distorted by desire.

They are no longer content with their original life of poverty and happiness, and they want to get more wealth.

At the beginning, they only dared to do some petty theft, or sold their daughters in exchange for a little money.

Later they tasted the sweetness.

Women have become equal exchange items in this dilapidated small mountain village.

Their interest chains interspersed wider and deeper, and they naturally came into contact with things that they had never had access to before.

One day, while they were trafficking women, they came across a saint who claimed to be from the far west.

The so-called sage told the local villagers that the reason why the village has not been rich is because their luck has been stolen.

Even if they get temporary money now, it will disappear very quickly.

In order for them to make better money and hold the money in their own hands, they have only one way, and that is to get back their stolen luck.

This so-called saint, every word and deed reveals a good upbringing, and he can even do things that the villagers think are almost gods.

So from this day on, they became crazy believers of this saint, as long as every word he said, the villagers regarded it as a treasure.

And what they are most concerned about is undoubtedly how to get back the stolen luck.

The sage gave them a trick, hollowing out a large piece of the village chief's cellar and making a nearly airtight lair.

In the lair, he set up a circular altar, and carved the so-called transfer runes on the altar, telling everyone in the village.

As long as enough women's blood is offered regularly, their luck will return.

People with no culture and no belief saw their so-called miracles, so they carried out the words of the saints as if they were sacred decrees. From that day on, the women in the small mountain village could not escape.

They were kept in underground lairs like beasts, and they were fed regularly for bloodletting.

Then, the economic situation in the mountain village is indeed getting better day by day, and everyone is reveling.

No, it should be said that all men are having a carnival.

They stepped on the bones of women and built their own amusement park.

But the good times don't last long, and gradually they make money more and more slowly, and even lose money.

They tried everything possible to find the so-called saint's request again. What should he do?

The sage told them that the quality of the women in the mountain village is too low, and there is no way to satisfy them. The more they want to earn and get back all their luck, they must provide better quality women's blood.

Later, the mountain village gradually changed.

Its appearance is still as dilapidated as before, but in that underground magic cave, the men have built a magnificent palace.

Using their previous experience in human trafficking, they coaxed a large number of women from other places or other villages.

At that time, the case of the missing woman also became the most shocking news headline in the local newspaper.

None of this stopped the man from the mountain village from acting crazily.

Then the saint disappeared.

After he disappeared, the people in the mountain village were indeed happy for a while, but soon they found that the abducted women seemed unable to maintain the operation of the altar.

They need more and fresher blood, poured into the altar to feed them.

This has almost become an endless loop!

But what they did before was too rampant. Even if there is no evidence, some people have doubts about them. Women are becoming more and more difficult to abduct.

After losing the female blood supply on the first day, the altar began to slowly dry up.

The most frightening thing is that those men who are still very young are aging at a speed visible to the naked eye. They change almost every day, and soon there are only young people who look like old men left in the entire village.

People in the village fell into endless panic, and they began to look for solutions everywhere.

However, the so-called solution is to kill more women and take more blood.

Later, they also learned to be smart, to choose those better prey, and raise them in captivity.

In order to ensure a steady stream of women, they gave birth to the next generation with these captured women.

The curses of generations have been engraved on those women, and they have become the shackles that they can never break free.

The village chief's narration had ended here. After listening to it, Lin Ming kicked him severely in the lower abdomen, and kicked him flying out.

Although this was not enough, he walked up to the kicked village chief, grabbed his collar fiercely, and questioned him.

"Are you still a human? What is the difference between what you do and a beast?"

The village head had been beaten so hard that he couldn't straighten up, and tremblingly grabbed his hand, wanting to ask him for forgiveness.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I also want to live."

"As long as you don't kill me, I will release everyone here immediately."

Lin Ming looked at him.

There was only fear and worry in those eyes, without the slightest bit of remorse.

Until now, the so-called village chief still didn't feel that what he did was wrong, but he just started apologizing because his love was in danger.

Such a beast does not deserve to live in this world.

"The saint in this story is a bit strange."

Xie Jianjia spoke solemnly.

"In my impression, there is no way to regain luck that requires a lot of female blood."

Xie Jianjia sighed with some regret.

"It's a pity that I can't see it now. If I can see the runes on the altar, maybe I can roughly guess who caused this tragedy."

Lin Ming was thoughtful after listening to his words.

"You can't see it now, if I trace it down, can I see it when you can see it?"

"of course can."

Xie Jianjia did not refuse.

"But this kind of rune or formation that needs to be maintained for a long time, once the blood supply is cut off here, the person who created him should have a sense."

"I don't know when my eyes will heal, I'm afraid that the culprit will have escaped by then."

Xie Jianjia touched his eyes, and once again pursed the corners of his lips regretfully.

(end of this chapter)