Chapter 67: A woman guards the gate, scolds everyone
"Who are you calling short-lived, ugly bastard? I think you're tired of living!"
Several young men were furious and wanted to jump over the horizontal wood to teach Luo Xinxin a lesson.
"I'm scolding you guys. Look at how cowardly you are. You're all destined for a short life. Stop making trouble and go home to prepare the wooden box. It's hot now, and corpses will rot and get worms if left out for too long. It's better to prepare it early and save yourself the trouble!"
Luo Xinxin picked up the wood and swept these young people out. She was the only one guarding the farm gate.
Moreover, her mouth was never idle, and every word she said was poisonous. She could curse someone to death with just a few words.
"You stinking bastard, you dare to curse my son? I'll fucking kill you!"
Several middle-aged men jumped out. They were the young man's fathers.
"No wonder your son is short-lived, it must be hereditary. My grandfather is a miraculous doctor, and I'm his granddaughter, so I know a little bit. You can tell how long a person will live by looking at their face. Stop yelling, you might die soon if you yell so loudly!"
Luo Xinxin pointed at the middle-aged man who was shouting the loudest. He was about thirty or forty years old, with a red face, bulging eyes, and bulging veins on his forehead. He looked ferocious.
"I'm talking to you. Are you feeling suffocated and short of breath? Scream louder if you dare, or Allah will come and take you away!"
"Don't believe me? Then keep making trouble and see how long you can keep going!"
"Are you dizzy and seeing stars? This is a sign of death. People like you usually won't see the sun tomorrow. Stop making a fuss here. Go home and have something to eat or drink, or say goodbye to your loved ones. Hurry, there will be no tomorrow after today!"
Luo Xinxin spoke so seriously that everyone was skeptical at first, but as she spoke, everyone believed it.
What she said was so true that she even calculated the date of death. Moreover, this female Zhong Kui's family is indeed a medical family, so it is really possible to see it.
The man didn't believe it at first, but as Luo Xinxin spoke, he felt a tightness in his chest and a dizziness in his head. His heart was beating louder than a drum, and his whole body was uncomfortable. He felt chest tightness, shortness of breath, brain cramps, and his vision was black from time to time.
He seemed to see Allah waving at him.
Beads of cold sweat dripped from his forehead to the ground. The man's breathing became more and more rapid, and his eyes became redder and redder. Everyone else could see that something was wrong with him.
"Dad, what's wrong with you?"
Two young men supported each other and shouted anxiously.
"You still can't see? Your Allah is calling him. For all the immoral things you've done, you're definitely going to hell. We Han people have eighteen levels of hell. How many levels do you Hui people have? Are you prepared to go through mountains of swords and cauldrons of oil?"
Luo Xinxin chatted with them with great interest, and the topic of their conversation was still feudal superstition.
The Hui people are Muslims. The Han people believe that when they die they go to see the King of Hell, but the Hui people don’t think so. They accept the call of Allah and decide whether they go to heaven or hell after death based on what they did in their lifetime.
In fact, the destination is the same, only the extradited people are different.
The man who was cursed by Luo Xinxin was in a very bad condition. His face turned from red to pale and blue. He pressed his chest with one hand with a painful expression, and pointed at Luo Xinxin with the other hand, as if he wanted to say something.
"There's no point pointing at me. Allah wanted you to die at three in the morning, and you didn't make it to five. Who told you to do so many immoral things? You even dared to go against the country. Humph, do you think you've lived too long?"
Luo Xinxin sneered and had no sympathy for the man in this bad situation.
The people of Sunzhuang have been bullying the farms for years, stealing land and water. When it comes to harvest time, people come to steal every night, basically the elderly, children and women of Sunzhuang. When they are caught, they act like scoundrels. We can't lock them up or beat them, at most we just give them a few words of education.
People on the farm were often bullied, especially those who were labeled as such. Even when they were bullied, they dared not say a word.
The three people who abused and killed the original body in the previous life were all from Sunzhuang, in addition to Sun Sier, there were two others.
And these two are among this group of people.
There was a man named Ma Tianzhu, who had a black mole and hair on his right cheek.
There is also one called Sun Ancai, who is very short, has a big head, and has cross-eyes.
This is how the original person described it, and she also said that it was very easy to recognize and could be recognized at first sight.
They were indeed easy to recognize. Luo Xinxin glanced in the crowd and saw the two bastards hiding at the back. She turned back to confirm their names and then sent them to see Allah.
“You…you…”
The man was so angry that his face turned even paler, he couldn't speak, and his body was shaking. Fortunately, his two sons supported him.
"Oh, your face is paler than a dead person. This is the sign of death. Look, the center of your brow is black. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. Even Allah can't save you. Stop it and go home to take care of your funeral!"
Luo Xinxin shook her head repeatedly, not worried at all that the other party would be angry.
Anyway, the worst outcome is going to jail. She has had that in her previous life, so it’s no big deal to have another one in this life.
"He...he..."
The man's lips trembled, he uttered a few syllables with difficulty, rolled his eyes, and in full view of everyone, he fainted magnificently in his son's arms.
"Dad~~~"
The two sons' cries of grief attracted two vultures, which circled at low altitude, staring closely at their father in their arms.
"The vultures are here, which means your father is already rotten. Hurry up and throw him to the vultures to eat. You can pick up the remaining bones and hold a funeral."
Luo Xinxin shouted as if she was afraid that the world would not be in chaos. Everyone on the farm was terrified, fearing that the people from Sunzhuang would rush in and beat them up in anger.
"Bitch, you killed my father, I'll kill you!"
Son A roared and demanded revenge for his father.
Son B put down his father's "corpse" and wanted to avenge his father.
only--
"You are hopelessly stupid, aren't you? Your father's accident has nothing to do with me. Was it me who made him run so far in such hot weather? Was it me who made him do those immoral things? If your father had just been sitting at home drinking tea, he would definitely be alive and kicking right now. Here, let me give you some advice. The one who deserves death is that old man. He was the one who sent you here, wasn't he? He's the murderer, go beat him up!"
Luo Xinxin first swept them away with a piece of wood, then held the wood in one hand, pointed at the old man with a goatee, and openly tried to sow discord.
The old man with the goatee had a very ugly expression on his face. They hadn't even entered the farm gate when one of them was killed. No wonder Yin Jingwei said that the ugly woman had a sharp tongue and could curse a living person to death.
"We're here to take people away. Let your minefield manager come out. I have something to say to him!"
The old man with a goatee said loudly.
"The mine director is so busy dealing with official business every day. How can he expect anyone who asks to see him to come out and meet him? Besides, a nobody like you is only worthy of being met by me. Tell me what you want to say!"
Luo Xinxin rolled her eyes and made sarcastic remarks.
Director Lei had actually arrived, but he didn't show up. He was hiding in the guard room. When he heard these words, he couldn't help but curl his lips and felt very pleased.
This girl's sharp tongue is indeed not very friendly to people inside, but it sounds comfortable to outsiders. He has been fighting with Sun Zhuang for so many years, but today is the most relaxing and satisfying day.
[I don't have any ethnic prejudice, but looking at the videos of some women in the northwest wearing headscarves, their daily lives are indeed very hard. I don't know if it's an exaggeration. Anyway, if the author lived like that, he would definitely go crazy.]
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