"Sir, what should we do with the lame man and the blind child? Should we follow the old rules or..."
The great tyrant was a martial artist with excellent hearing. Even in the noisy environment, the low voices of the two people not far away still fell clearly into his ears.
He heard the mine owner say coldly, "According to the old rules, we'll kill the cripple and roll him up on a straw mat and throw him in the back hill. As for the kid... it's a pity he's blind, otherwise he'd definitely fetch a good price. Forget it, we don't have much time left, so let's kill them all together."
Listening to the conversation between the two, the tyrant sitting there couldn't help but darken his eyes.
Two ignorant bastards who dared to set their sights on his daughter.
court death!
[This damn black-hearted mine owner actually killed so many people. This is really too much.]
"Don't worry, my lovely Wanwan will definitely seek justice for you!"
From the side came the chattering of the little girl, and he didn't know who she was whispering to. The big tyrant couldn't help but have a hint of confusion in his eyes.
Who is this little brat talking to? There's no one in front of her.
Then, the tyrant suddenly realized something, and a fleeting red light flashed in his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw many wronged ghosts squatting beside the little milk ball, with all kinds of strange dead appearances, each with their mouths open, saying something to the little milk ball.
No wonder he felt a chill when he entered the cave just now. The reason was that there were many ghosts who died unjustly in this cave.
They were scattered everywhere, shrouded in the ghostly aura of unjust deaths.
His blood-red eyes were filled with hatred as he stared at the black mine owner who was wearing gorgeous clothes not far away.
A blood-red nail stretched out towards the shoulder of the black mine owner, but before it touched him, a golden light suddenly burst out from the chest of the black mine owner, and knocked away the evil spirit that intended to touch him.
The wronged ghosts around him noticed the Buddha's light on the man that frightened them. Even though they hated him to the core, they could not touch him at all because of the Buddha's light on him.
The tyrant narrowed his eyes and his gaze fell on the jade Buddha worn around the neck of the black mine boss.
Looking at the Buddha's light covering the jade Buddha, he understood that it was because of the Buddha's light that these wronged ghosts could not get close to him.
Wanwan sat there. Because she was pretending to be a blind sister, she never took off the cloth on her eyes, but she could still vaguely see through the cloth.
She listened to the ghosts surrounding her talking about how they were killed by the black-hearted mine owner. Even their families were still working wholeheartedly for the black-hearted mine owner and knew nothing about their deaths.
"My father and I were tricked into coming here. I've been in poor health since I was a child, and Boss Cao told my father that if he could work here, he could send me to a village at the foot of the mountain for treatment. But what my father didn't know was that the day I left the mountain would be the day I died."
As the female ghost spoke, tears of blood streamed from her eyes. She looked towards her father who was still digging the mine with a hunched back not far away for her.
Another ghost spoke up, "Cao Wanjin deceived everyone. He told us that as long as we work hard, he would provide the best protection for our families.
But it wasn't until that night when I accidentally overheard a conversation between him and his men that I learned that he had killed all the families of those who had been relocated to the village below the mountain. And he planned to kill everyone here once the weapons were built. I wanted to tell everyone the truth, but Cao Wanjin discovered it..."
As the ghost spoke, he raised his neck, revealing the horrific knife scars on his neck. That was the cause of his death, he was cut in the neck by Cao Wanjin's men.
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The ghosts who died unjustly at the scene told the little kid about their grievances.
"Little Immortal, please help us, save our surviving family members..."
After they became wronged ghosts, they did think about revenge, but humans and ghosts are different, and their living families cannot see them.
They also thought about killing Cao Wanjin, but there was something on his body that emitted a light that prevented them from approaching. Any ghost that touched him would be knocked away at the very least, or turned into ashes at the worst.
They can no longer remember how long they have stayed in this cave. They stay here because of their obsession with saving their families, but they are ghosts. The longer they stay in the human world, the weaker they will become.
Gradually, they even began to become confused, until today, when the little fairy entered the cave, they also saw the Buddha's light from her body that frightened them.
But the strange thing is that the Buddha's light on the little fairy did not seem to resist them, but instead made them regain a lot of consciousness.
In front of this little fairy, they saw hope and believed that she could definitely help them.
[It turns out that they couldn't get close to him because of the Buddha statue he was wearing.]
[Ah, a wicked person filled with blood and anger, is he worthy of the Buddha's protection?]
Wanwan stared at the Buddha statue hanging around the neck of the illegal mine owner Cao Wanjin, and a red light of anger flashed in her eyes, which she didn't even notice.
That is, the moment the big tyrant heard the little girl's last words, he saw the rope hanging around the black mine boss's neck suddenly break, and then the jade Buddha fell to the ground with a bang and shattered into pieces in an instant.
The moment the jade Buddha shattered, the seal on the jade Buddha also shattered into pieces in an instant.
Cao Wanjin looked at the shattered jade Buddha that fell to the ground. For some reason, his right eyelid suddenly twitched, and a vague sense of horror arose in his heart.
"Hehe, the jade Buddha that was in the way is gone."
"He's finished!"
Suddenly, some strange and gloomy noises came to my ears.
Cao Wanjin had not yet heard clearly what the two voices beside his ears were saying.
He looked at the broken jade Buddha on the ground and was about to pick it up when he suddenly remembered what his mother, who had passed away many years ago, once said: "When jade is shattered, the person dies."
He suddenly felt unlucky. If the old woman really died, he would be unhappy. He didn't believe in the idea of dying in glory or in life.
He raised his foot and kicked the broken jade on the ground aside.
It was just right that it was broken. He had been wanting to replace it with a golden Buddha for a long time.
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