Chapter 110 Old Lady Su's Evil Deeds Exposed and Torn Apart by Villagers
"Nonsense, do you think such a small thing can hold a child?" Aunt Liu rolled her eyes at her.
Something the size of a palm can hold a child? Who would believe that?
"But wasn't this a gift from the immortals? You also have the incantation, right? The incantation is..."
Qingbao paused, pointed the bag at Aunt Liu, and mumbled something under her breath.
Swoosh—
Aunt Liu hadn't reacted yet.
It transformed into a beam of light and was collected into the bag.
The bag shook violently, as if one could see the dying person struggling inside.
"Now, are you still trying to deny that this is an ordinary bag?!" Qingbao's tone was cold and sharp.
The old women's legs trembled.
Auntie Si's legs immediately gave way and she knelt down, her face deathly pale. "Don't take me in, don't take me in..."
"That light! Village chief, that light is exactly the same as the light that caused our child to disappear!" the madwoman from Li Family Village shouted.
Countless villagers were enraged and wanted to rush forward and tear the old women to pieces.
"Where have you taken our children? Where are our children?!"
"Hand over the child!!! Hand him over!!!"
"My little girl, my little girl should be fifteen years old now, where have you hidden her?!"
The villagers of Sujia Village tried their best to resist, but they still couldn't do anything about it.
The clan chief slapped several old women hard across the face, yelling, "Old Madam Su! What have you done?!"
For the past eight years, I have heard that girls have been going missing from the surrounding villages.
At first, Sujia Village was also afraid and, like the surrounding villages, hid the girl.
Later, news kept coming from the neighboring villages, but no one from their Su family village went missing.
Gradually, they stopped caring and continued to live and work in peace as usual.
Now, they're actually saying it was done by people from their village?
So many children, such a terrible incident, and it was all done by just a few old women using magical objects?
"I didn't! Qingbao framed me!" Old Mrs. Su desperately explained, cold sweat dripping onto the ground as she trembled.
She had already been pulled into the crowd by villagers from other villages, and was overwhelmed by their spittle and anger.
Grandma Su struggled desperately, her eyes bloodshot, "Qingbao, it was all Qingbao's doing! She ruined us!"
The uncle from Lijia Village looked at Qingbao with pleading eyes, "Qingbao, no, little fairy, please help us find our child."
"Yes, even though so many years have passed, I haven't lost a single one of my daughter's things."
“My daughter Xiaofeng’s clothes may not fit anymore. When she comes back, I will definitely take her to the city to buy her a few more sets.”
Someone was secretly wiping away tears.
“My daughter Huahua has loved flowers since she was little, all kinds of flowers. Her father planted a yard full of flowers for her, and they are in full bloom now. Whenever she comes home, the blooming flowers will tell her that we love her.”
“My daughter, Ahua, is the best needlework girl in the village. We are so proud of her…”
Countless expectant gazes, countless tearful narrations.
Like a giant boulder, it crashed into Qingbao's heart again and again.
Qingbao felt a lump in her throat, and she opened her mouth, unsure how to tell them the truth.
Fu Tu's voice was in my ear:
“Little one, just say it. It’s not your fault. Sometimes, when people are heartbroken, it can actually help them move on.”
Qingbao gave a soft "Mmm".
She turned back to look at the cave. "Your children are all inside."
Waving.
Thick black smoke leveled the cave, and amidst the billowing dust, countless loving and expectant eyes slowly opened.
Immediately afterwards.
Anticipation turned into horror and despair.
"No--"
In the eyes of parents:
Xiao Feng's new clothes were instantly stained with blood, disappearing along with her flesh, leaving only stark white bones...
Ahua was doing excellent needlework, but in the blink of an eye, the cold needle pierced her eye, taking away her sight. She slowly collapsed and breathed her last...
Beneath the blooming flowers in Huahua's house, the withered bones of all the girls in the village were suddenly buried...
They died with their eyes wide open in disbelief.
The cave collapsed, revealing countless skeletons, some even smaller than Qingbao.
The longevity locks and safety buckles around their necks, the silver bracelets and red ropes on their wrists, all testify to their parents' love for them.
pity--
The villagers went mad, crying and shouting hoarsely, their hands covered in ash and blood as they dug at the rocks.
Their daughter was buried here.
Madam Su was delighted that she had broken free from the villagers' control.
She urged Granny Su to hurry up, and the two of them scrambled to their feet, disheveled and exhausted, and left.
After three steps, the black mist swept them up and threw them into the crowd.
Qingbao spoke up, "Everyone, it was those old women who took your children away, then took them to a cave, gouged out their eyes, and buried them on the spot!"
Countless hateful gazes instantly focused on Old Madam Su and Granny Su.
Qingbao released Aunt Liu from the magic bag.
Four old women stood perfectly aligned in the middle of the crowd.
The villagers, their eyes bloodshot, approached them, carrying hoes, stones, and daggers.
"What should we do, Madam? Where is the thing the immortal gave us? We must take it out quickly to save our lives!" Granny Su urged Madam Su.
The gazes of these villagers could tear them to shreds.
Aunt Si's eyes lit up: "The immortal gave you something? Quick, take it out!"
Sixth Aunt: "I just knew the immortal wouldn't let us die; he promised us..."
She stopped abruptly at this point.
Madam Su smiled and said, "Don't worry, the immortals naturally gave us a chance to live. I'll take it out right away."
As soon as he finished speaking...
Countless villagers rushed forward like madmen.
Just then.
Grandma Su crumpled the talisman in her hand.
Among the crowd, only one person transformed into a beam of light and departed.
As Granny Su watched Old Madam Su being led away, her eyes blazed with resentment. "Weren't you going to protect us? Why did you leave on your own?!"
Sixth Aunt: "You little rascal!"
"The immortal only saved Old Madam Su; we're all scapegoats!!!"
"I hate them, I despise them!!!"
The three women were swallowed up by the crowd, and the villagers swiftly tore them to pieces with their knives.
The blood of the wicked splattered on countless bones.
Outside the crowd.
"Clan...Clan Chief, what should we do?" The villagers of Sujia Village swallowed hard.
The clan chief took a few steps back. "What else can we do? Of course, we have to clean up the mess and collect their bodies."
Qingbao rolled up the four fairy bags, squeezed them with her hand, and crushed them all to dust.
Things that have harmed people, even if they are treasures, must never be kept.
"Little guy, that old lady Su has run away," Fu Tu shouted.
Qingbao's gaze was heavy. "No rush, she can't run far. Let's take the souls here first."
Here, the souls of hundreds of girls wander aimlessly.
They didn't even know what had happened, and they didn't even harbor any resentment.
Qingbao took out the Soul-Locking Bag and put them all inside.
"Fu Tu, do you think Old Madam Su will return to the General's Mansion?"
"meeting."
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P.S.: Today's chapter is late. I'll make it up to you all tomorrow since it's a holiday. Please give me a good review, my livelihood depends on this, sob sob.
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