After saying that, he used brute force to force the pretty girl down on the chopping board, and stripped her clothes in a few seconds, revealing her alluring body like an ram.

Cistanche kept crying and struggling at the top of her lungs. But struggling was useless, the power gap was too great. Crying and shouting had no effect, people were too cold.

There were many pedestrians watching nearby, but they were all afraid of Li Dazui's brutality and tyranny, so no one dared to approach.

In this world, morals are going downhill like the rivers, and the world is fickle.

This was a rape in broad daylight, and among the countless bystanders (about half of them were butchers), not a single one dared to stand up. They watched helplessly as a weak woman was raped in the street...

Were those shrill cries torturing people's consciences, lashing out at their cold-bloodedness and numbness? After venting his lust, Li Dazui threw the liver on her snow-white body, threw the torn clothes to her, and said with a lewd smile, "Damn, this flower girl smells really good!"

Then, he glanced at the crowd and shouted, "What are you looking at? Get out! Get the hell out! Go do what you need to do!"

The crowd was frightened by his tyranny and dispersed one after another, and no one even reported to the police. People's hearts were so cold and indifferent that they were not far from beasts.

Cistanche lay on the chopping board, tears of humiliation washing over her delicate face, her lips bitten and blood flowing out of her mouth.

If she hadn't thought of her dying father, with her strong character, she might have bitten her tongue and committed suicide.

She looked at the butcher who was tying his belt with his back to her, and pulled out the butcher knife from the chopping board and stabbed him frantically...

The knife just stabbed Li Dazui's kidney a few inches deep. Li Dazui's eyes widened and he covered the wound. Blood gushed out like a fountain. He slapped Rong Rong to the ground with a slap. He slowly fell down and shouted, "Fuck your pig ancestors... Marshal Tianpeng, save me... I have been killing pigs all my life..."

Funny, could he still count on Zhu Bajie to save him? It would be strange if he didn't add a nine-toothed rake.

With tearful eyes, Cistanche put on her tattered clothes that could barely cover her body, picked up the bunch of pork livers on the ground, and stumbled towards the house. Her heart was bleeding, and so was her lower body.

Seeing Li Dazui lying in a pool of blood, the crowd cheered in their hearts. No one called for a doctor, and no one reported to the police. They hoped that he would die soon. If he died, there would be one less scourge in the world.

In everyone's eyes, this man's death was no different from slaughtering a pig in the market. His black heart, which was covered with lard, was later eaten by a wild cat one night. The wild cat was so disgusted by the food that it couldn't eat for a month, and the yellow hair on his body turned black.

In fact, the knife stuck in Li Dazui's left waist was not the most vital part. His life could have been saved if he had received medical treatment in time. But his popularity was too bad. No one gave him first aid or called for a doctor, and he bled to death under his own chopping board due to excessive bleeding.

Rong Rong returned home, suppressed her grief, wiped away her tears, and walked to her father with a forced smile, saying, "Dad, I bought some pig liver. I'll make some pig liver soup for you right now."

The old father nodded weakly. He could never have imagined the tragedy that would happen to his daughter. It was impossible for her to die of anger on the spot.

Cistanche endured the pain and moved to the kitchen to cook. She made a bowl of pork liver soup, and her heart was bleeding.

When she finished cooking the soup in a casserole and brought it to her father while it was still hot, she found that her father had closed his eyes forever and would never be able to drink the pork liver soup she made again.

"Oh my God!" The old father never got to taste the pork liver that she had bought with her shattered chastity until his death.

The casserole that Rong Rong was holding fell to the ground and broke into countless pieces. She looked up to the sky and let out a hysterical roar. She was completely crazy...

"It was I who killed Marshal Tianpeng... It was I who killed that pig ancestor!... Catch me! Catch me!..."

At this time, there was a violent storm. Blood-colored hail fell from the sky in June. Billions of hailstones roared down like a blanket covering the sky...

The people in the town panicked and closed their doors and windows and fled everywhere.

Only Cistanche rushed towards the flying hailstones, not feeling any fear at all. Finally, a huge blood-red hailstone hit her on the head and she slowly fell down...

Before she died, she actually felt a slight fluctuation of life in her abdomen.

Later, the neighbor lady felt sorry for her and asked someone to bury her and her father in a mass grave. Because the woman had not married and died suddenly, she was given a black and white coffin.

But the strange thing is that her grave is constantly dug up by the bachelors and scoundrels in the village, especially those butchers who were at the scene of the crime and had the desire but not the courage to do it.

These shameless guys have been thinking about the woman's white body all the time since they witnessed the rape.

What's even more hateful is that they don't even let go of the corpses of beautiful women. If they can't get them alive, they will try to taste the dead corpses. This is the bad nature of some people.

These individuals all satisfied their animal desires as they wished and went back to talk about it with gusto.

But they all died suddenly within two days of returning. Some fell headfirst into the manure vat while going to the toilet, some were gored to death by sows while slaughtering pigs, and some mysteriously committed suicide with a butcher knife...

As a result, various disasters came one after another. Some families were even infected with swine fever and were tragically wiped out.

The last butcher left in the market was also worried every day because he also went to the mass grave and did something immoral and unjust.

He stayed at home all day and dared not go out, talking nonsense every day. He was afraid of the wind and rain outside, and especially could not bear to hear people say the word thunder.

The butcher always felt pain in his liver, so his family asked a doctor to take a look. He found that the liver was extremely swollen and had a strange smell. Even the famous doctors in the town were helpless and had no idea what the strange disease was.

The town was full of rumors that the Cistanche ghost had appeared and came to seek revenge.

This resulted in the death or injury of all the butchers in the market, and there was no pork to buy. Pork became a scarce commodity and the price skyrocketed.

Due to the surge in homicide cases, the good-for-nothings in the county government were unable to solve the cases, so they had to invite a Feng Shui master to check out the mass grave.

The Feng Shui master knew quite a bit about Feng Shui metaphysics and the art of Qi Men Dun Jia.

After a careful inspection, he said, "This is indeed a female ghost haunting and seeking revenge. This place is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and is yin. The yin energy is too strong, and there are many dirty things at night. This black and white coffin should be moved to a place where it can suppress evil spirits."

Later, people followed the advice of Feng Shui master and moved the black and white coffin to a dilapidated temple in the east of the city, because there was a statue of the Yellow River Goddess protecting it, which could suppress evil spirits.

In this way, the country was peaceful for a long time.

But who would have thought that a few days ago the head of the statue of the Yellow River Goddess suddenly fell off for no reason.