The old man moved his hands and cut the mute's neck again, then said nonchalantly, "Even if you don't answer, I'm not afraid. Because if you die, others will come. The mastermind behind you will eventually reveal his true colors and I will catch him. Everything will come to light!"
"I just feel sorry for you. You've been pretending to be a dumb beggar for so many years, and you've suffered so much. In the end, maybe no one will know. And your master behind you still calls you a waste!
"What do you want? You've wasted half your life here! We fight openly and covertly, but I have many children and grandchildren, while you die and your straw mat is fed to stray dogs."
The old man made a clicking sound and slowly shook his head, his face full of sarcasm and pity without any concealment.
The mute's eyes were very red, his chest was heaving violently, and he wanted to eat people.
I don’t know whether it’s because I’m unwilling to live this life or because I hate the old man for saying that.
The old man pulled the thing out of his mouth and said with a smile, "I'm giving you a chance. Let you say what you need to say and ask what you need to ask before you die, so that you don't have to complain to the King of Hell! Of course, in exchange, I will also ask a few questions, and you must answer them truthfully. Otherwise, you know my background, but you haven't experienced my methods, and you will definitely regret it!"
The mute's throat was dry and itchy, and he coughed frantically for a long time before staring intently at the old man and asking in a hoarse voice, "First, how did you know I was coming here tonight? Also, do you really have that thing?"
The old man sneered and stabbed him again. "Have you forgotten that you are the fish and I am the knife? If you want to ask, I should ask first! Tell me, how did you and your master know for sure that the thing was in my hands?"
The mute gnashed his teeth in hatred and whispered, "The Seventh Battalion is the most loyal to the General. If the General were to entrust someone with a task, he would definitely choose the Seventh Battalion. And you are the only one alive in the Seventh Battalion!"
"I see!" Old Master Tai smiled proudly. "To be praised so highly by the enemy means that the reputation of our Seventh Battalion will live on forever."
The mute pressed on, "You haven't told me yet, how did you know I was going to set fire tonight?"
The old man looked a little strange and replied, "If I say I dreamed it, you won't believe me, right? But I really didn't lie. In my dream, I saw you carrying an oil can and pouring it all over the windows and doors. Then, after lighting a big fire, you squatted outside the yard and secretly watched us put out the fire, wondering if I could get the hidden things out..."
The mute opened his eyes wide, and his cloudy pupils became three points clearer in surprise.
He didn't believe that there was such a thing as a warning in dreams, but he couldn't help but believe it. This was indeed his plan, and what Mr. Tai said was exactly right!
Without waiting for him to ask further questions, Mr. Tai changed the subject and said, "It's your turn to answer my question. Is this the person behind you who's behind this?"
He made a "two" sign with his right hand and said, "He's the one who benefited the most from the great general's passing. Even if you tell me it wasn't him, I won't believe it."
The mute was so angry that he wanted to struggle, but his neck was in so much pain that he could only curse, "You don't believe me, and you still ask me why."
"I'm just kidding!" The old man stopped laughing and pressed the blade forward again. "Over the years, because of your schemes, our family has suffered a lot. Even my old wife died in your hands.
"I've been wanting to dig you out and chop you into pulp and feed you to the dogs. Now that you've finally fallen into my hands, it's a sign of God's mercy!"
As he was speaking, the mute's neck was cut again. He tried to hide inside because of the pain, and he couldn't help begging for mercy.
"Wait, wait! I know a lot more, I'll tell you everything, please spare my life. I'm just following orders, I have no grudge against your family!"
Unfortunately, the old man didn't want to listen at all, and he didn't dare to hesitate any longer, so he started talking.
"I'm not trying to harm you. My son was captured by the master, so I have to stay here. I can't take that thing back, or the master will kill my son!
"It's not my intention to set the fire today. It's really because the master is forcing us to do so! The master has already sent people again. If I don't succeed, my son and I will die!
"Sixth Uncle, Sixth Uncle! If you spare my life, I'm willing to help you. I'm willing..."
The old man's ears seemed to be blocked, and he had no expression on his face. He just cut the mute's neck with a knife.
The mute was so anxious that he said whatever he thought of, some of which were useful and some were not.
In fact, the old man heard it all and his mind was racing until the mute could no longer utter anything.
He just cut his throat with one knife!
The sawdust and wood shavings all over the floor were good things, absorbing all the blood.
The old man sat beside the mute's body and was silent for a long time before he opened the door and called his son in.
"If someone dies, carry them to the mountains and bury them. Remember to bring sesame balls with you. I'll take care of the rest!"
If anyone in the village asks about it tomorrow, just say that the mute cut the fishing nets in the middle of the night and ran away!"
Tai Jizu and Tai Jizon glanced at the mute's body and their hearts began to beat wildly.
Although our family has experienced a lot in the past six months, this is the first time that someone has been killed and buried!
The two brothers nodded bravely, peeled off the fishing net on the mute's body, and then found a piece of tattered felt to roll the mute in.
They were quite careful, fearing that blood would drip out, and even stuffed a lot of sawdust into the felt.
Zhimaqiu ran silently ahead to clear the way, followed by Tai Jizu, who was carrying the corpse, and Tai Jizong, who was holding two pickaxes...
Seeing his sons walking away, Mr. Tai collected the sawdust and wood shavings in the house and brought them to the big stove in the thatched shed outside the wall to burn. The hot water in the pot was gurgling.
He couldn't help but look towards the north. In the darkness, he couldn't see anything. But his eyes were filled with nostalgia...
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