Chapter 163 Cannibalism

The mountain road was almost pitch dark at night.

At this time, everyone in this closed village had probably gone to bed.

There would be no donkey carts passing by, so Yin Shen could only rely on his own two feet.

After driving for a whole day without eating, coupled with the long and winding mountain roads, Yin Shen's face looked a little pale.

Unable to see the road clearly, he took out his lighter to take a look.

It was not much different from when he left more than ten years ago.

He would come here every year on his mother's death anniversary, so he managed not to get lost in the dark.

He didn’t know how long he walked until his chest started to ache, and he finally saw a ray of light ahead—

arrive.

He took out his cell phone and checked the time. It was already two o'clock in the morning.

There is no cell phone signal. It is always like this in this place.

He hadn't eaten or slept for almost a day and a night, but he was extremely nervous.

The closer we got to the village, the faster our steps became.

He wanted to go to that hillside to see if his mother was really...

He always held out a glimmer of hope that maybe it wasn't, maybe it was just a vicious prank.

But when he saw the big pit, all hope disappeared.

“No, no… don’t…”

Yin Shen shook his head almost in despair, and the tightly stretched string in his mind suddenly broke.

He suddenly knelt on the ground, and used his ten fingers as claws to dig downwards desperately.

In a moment, his fingertips were covered in blood. His voice was hoarse and trembling, as if he was torn apart. Every word he spoke seemed to contain blood:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

His fingertips dug into the soil tightly, and he felt no pain even when sharp stones pierced his palms.

"I'm sorry, I should have taken you back, I'm sorry...

"Kill me, kill me...

"No, I'm going to kill that man..."

The night fell thick and deep. Everything was silent but for his painful gasps and groans.

Extreme pain, regret and anger took over all his mind.

So much so that he didn't notice the footsteps approaching quietly from behind.

No one would go up the mountain in the middle of the night, and he was completely unprepared.

By the time he realized someone was approaching and was about to draw his gun, it was too late!

The stick, as thick as a bowl, hit him hard on the back of the head, and Yin Shen fell straight to the ground.

The world spun around and he lost consciousness.

-

Xingxing, who was sitting in the car, was startled and woke up.

They drove for too long, so Xie Ziyao coaxed Xingxing to sleep.

Even though Xingxing didn't want to sleep, she couldn't hold on and fell into the passenger seat in a daze.

Xie Ziyu stopped at a service area and bought some delicious food that Xingxing liked.

He was not sleepy. At this age, he could endure the most.

Unexpectedly, Xingxing woke up suddenly. The child looked like he had slept very badly and seemed to have a nightmare.

"What's wrong?" Xie Ziyu's voice was very soft. The hoarse boy's voice sounded pleasant and safe in the darkness.

The stars ignored the prison and hurriedly leaned against the window to look up at the sky.

"Big brother..." The child widened his eyes and his eye sockets suddenly turned red.

She turned around and grabbed Xie Ziyu's arm:

"Brother, Sixth Brother, please come over quickly. Let's go to Liujia Village as soon as possible..."

The little baby voice sounds like it's about to cry.

Xie Ziyu frowned and hugged Xingxing distressedly:

"good."

He didn't ask anything, but just gave her the purest sense of security.

Although the uneasy feeling in his heart gradually became stronger, the child was willing to do whatever he was going to do.

He stepped on the accelerator and drove quickly in the direction indicated by the star.

-

Yin Shen was awakened by the pain.

My head hurts like it's going to split.

When he closed his eyes, everything in front of him was blood red. The blood vessels at the bottom of his eyes were ruptured by the blow, and a blood-red mist filled his eyes.

Fortunately, the ability to discern and observe in extreme environments that I acquired during my father's training is still there.

It would take an average person several minutes to see clearly their situation, but he realized it in just five seconds.

I was tied up, with my wrists suspended above my head, my toes unable to touch the ground, and my arms had almost lost feeling from being tied up and hung for a period of time.

His clothes were stripped off and his gun and dagger were all taken away.

This is an abandoned house, and it seems to be a dilapidated temple.

The huge, mottled Buddha was beside him, looking down at him.

Yin Shen took a deep breath and was about to lift his lower body up, trying to hook the rope around his wrists with his legs.

The shabby wooden door opened with a creaky sound.

Yin Shen stared over with bloodshot eyes, thinking that he would see the culprit.

Turns out, there was more than one person!

A group of people rushed in and formed a circle around him.

Every household in the village has at least one person coming here.

Yin Shen gritted his teeth and observed everyone.

He is aware of his current situation and certainly would not be stupid enough to say something like "let me go".

The crowd pointed at him and stared at him with extreme disgust and hatred.

Soon, the crowd parted and two people walked in from the outside.

One was a man with a long beard, and the other was a woman who looked very familiar.

Jiang Zhoufang?!

The pupils are severely constricted.

Yes, he almost forgot that he sent Jiang Zhoufang, Guan Linghai and their family here to let them enjoy the life he once lived.

When Yin Shen saw Jiang Zhoufang's smiling eyes, she realized almost instantly that this woman was the one who dug up her mother's grave.

Yin Shen gritted his teeth, tensed all his muscles, and spoke to her word by word:

"Where's my mother?"

Jiang Zhoufang smiled and ignored him, instead looking at the man next to her:

"Mr. Xu, we didn't catch the wrong person, did we?"

Xu Qingyuan walked towards Yin Shen step by step, stroked his beard, frowned and nodded:

"Yes, he is the one who caused the evil, the one who buried the cursed corpse in the lifeblood of the entire village."

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd became agitated and everyone started to curse him. Some people even threw stones at his face.

Yin Shen was hanging with his feet off the ground, and he had no way to escape.

The stone hit the corner of his mouth, and blood oozed out of his mouth.

In those blood-red eyes, the hatred seemed to have substance, piercing straight at Xu Qingyuan like a sharp blade:

"You. Say. What."

Xu Qingyuan shuddered and felt a chill on his back, as if he was being stared at by a demon.

He was highly respected in the world and had seen all kinds of evil people, but this was the first time he felt this way.

He coughed violently, looked away, frowned and said loudly:

"Sure enough, this person is doomed to be alone and unlucky, and is doomed to be unlucky!

"Everyone in the village has been affected by the evil spirit because of him. Now that he has been caught, the solution is--"

He paused, as if to confirm it again.

Then he said:

“Cut off his flesh.

“How many pieces of land are cut according to how many people there are.

"If you eat it, it will naturally fight poison with poison and completely remove the evil spirits in everyone's body.

"Those poor children will recover."

Jiang Zhoufang smiled and took out a sharp dagger——

That was Yin Shen's dagger.

She slowly walked towards Yin Shen, pointed the knife at his abdomen, and stabbed him.

Yin Shen let out a muffled groan from his throat, and his muscles twitched and tightened.

A small piece of meat was cut off by Jiang Zhoufang.

She put it into her mouth again.

She chewed it twice and swallowed it:

"Just like this. Do you understand?"