Song Qingyu forced herself to open her eyes and saw the old woman rushing in.
Her eyes no longer held the coldness of indifference to life, but were instead filled with anxiety and panic.
Jiro stopped whipping his hand and asked, "What happened?"
"I don't know, the main hall is already on fire, go get some water!"
Erlang followed the old woman, ran out of the room, and went to the river to fetch water.
Their house is not far from the river.
When the neighbors saw their house was on fire, they all got up to help.
Soon, the fire was under control.
Although the main house burned down, the subsequent houses were not affected, so the loss was not serious.
Everyone consoled him, "Erlang's mother, there are still some unburned items in other rooms. Just sleep with them tonight and we'll deal with them tomorrow."
Before the old woman could answer, someone in the crowd suddenly exclaimed, "Isn't that the village chief's house over there? It looks like it's on fire too."
Everyone looked over.
Sure enough, I saw the village chief's house on fire.
Everyone rushed over to help.
However, before they had time to catch their breath, another house caught fire.
The villagers and the village chief of Yinluo Village did not sleep all night.
Busy putting out the fire.
After putting out the fire at seven or eight houses, it was finally daybreak when all the houses were no longer on fire.
This matter was so strange that the village chief of Yinluo Village gathered everyone together.
"What happened last night was really strange. The fire in one house was put out, and then another one started." The head of Yinluo Village stood in front of everyone with a serious expression. "Which house was the first to catch fire?"
Everyone's eyes fell on the old woman and Erlang.
Becoming the focus, Jilang looked a little embarrassed.
The old woman didn't care: "It's our family, what's the problem?"
"Erlang's mother," the village chief actually already knew which house had the first fire. He asked this question just to pave the way for what he would say next. "I heard that your family took in an outsider."
The old woman wasn't stupid. She said with a stern face, "Which family in this village hasn't taken in outsiders? What does the village chief mean by this?"
"Erlang's mother, I don't mean anything, but what happened last night was really strange. During this period, no other outsiders have entered our village except for your family."
"So you think she started the fire last night?"
The village chief was silent.
Erlang quickly said, "Impossible, it's definitely not her."
The village chief then spoke up, "Why couldn't it be her? Are you trying to protect her?"
Erlang was about to speak when he was stopped by the old woman.
"Village chief, don't you want to know why it's not her? Come to my house and you'll know."
After saying that, she ignored everyone else and walked straight to the room where Song Qingyu was.
Everyone had a curious look on their faces.
But I followed him anyway.
Soon, they saw Song Qingyu.
Woman lying in bed.
A face extremely pale.
His body was covered in blood.
Looks pitiful.
However, this scene has long been commonplace for the villagers of Yinluo Village.
The old woman pointed at Song Qingyu on the bed and sneered, "She's in such a terrible state, how could she possibly go out and set a fire?"
Song Qingyu, who was lying on the bed, had already heard their footsteps.
Hearing the old woman's words, she slowly opened her eyes.
Then she saw countless pairs of eyes looking at her.
Those eyes were cold and without any warmth.
The tattoo on her body made her feel like she was falling into an icy cave.
She tried hard to get up.
However, her efforts brought bursts of laughter.
"See?" The old woman's laughter was the most piercing. "She didn't even have the strength to get up. Do you think such a loser could set a fire?"
Song Qingyu clenched her fists.
The sharp nails pierced into the flesh.
But she was completely unaware.
"Although," the village chief's voice interrupted everyone's laughter, "it's impossible that she set the fire, but what happened last night was really weird. This person might be an ominous person. I think it's better to burn her to death."
"Yes, the fire started at Erlang's house first. This is a warning from heaven. Let's burn her."
Others also echoed.
Yinluo Village is isolated from the outside world.
None of the villagers have ever been to school.
Their heads are filled with feudal superstition.
Hearing ominous words, I instantly became stressed.
They all want to burn Song Qingyu.
Erlang and the old woman were naturally reluctant to leave.
Erlang couldn't bear to part with Song Qingyu.
The old woman was reluctant to part with Song Qingyu, this tool.
Sooner or later, Song Qingyu will become the labor force of their family.
It's such a pity that it was burned like this.
But both of them knew in their hearts that they could not fight against the entire village.
Therefore, even if they disagreed, the two couldn't say anything.
Seeing this, the village chief ordered two young men to tie up Song Qingyu.
Song Qingyu was completely exhausted.
Like a fish on a chopping block.
He let them drag him away and threw him onto the makeshift platform.
Under the stage, there is firewood.
As soon as the torch was lit, her life would be over.
Song Qingyu looked up at the sun hanging high in the sky, but there was no light in her eyes.
She is so tired.
Gu Hanxing.
I'm sorry.
I can't hold on any longer.
I can't wait any longer.
She slowly closed her eyes.
Waiting for death to come.
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