Chapter 8 Chapter 8 "I'll trust you once more, but...
"I'll trust you once more. If it still doesn't work this time," the county magistrate gritted his teeth and sneered, as if he was looking at a dead man and saying to the villagers, "just wait for death."
After he finished speaking, he threw back his sleeves, strode out without any courtesy, raising a cloud of dust behind him, and his men followed him.
The villagers were forced to follow and search.
But nothing was found.
"Didn't you say yes?" The county magistrate looked at the villager coldly and decided to give him one last chance to explain himself.
The villager blinked repeatedly, knelt down and kowtowed, saying: "They are definitely still nearby. Please give me some time to search for them myself. I will definitely find them. If I can't find them, I am willing to die to atone for my sin."
The county magistrate did not believe him, looked at him with disdain, and sneered, "Then you go and look for it. I'll watch you do it."
The villager jumped up and searched everywhere, but found nothing. His calm expression gradually became panic-stricken, sweat appeared on his forehead, his face turned red, his breathing became rapid, he blinked frequently, and secretly observed the people around him.
Before he knew it, he was at the edge of the crowd, ready to escape at any time.
The county magistrate just stood by and watched him, as if he was not on guard and had no intention of stopping him.
He took a deep breath and ran away.
The county magistrate took the prepared musket from the person next to him and fired a shot at the fleeing villagers.
Because the villagers had not run far, and they did not expect that the county magistrate had a musket in his hand, they were immediately hit. They felt a pain in their hearts, fell to the ground, and used all four limbs to crawl forward.
A crooked, blurry trail of blood was left on the ground.
The county magistrate walked over and stood beside the exhausted villager. He looked at him coldly without a trace of emotion in his eyes. He slowly bent his fingers and leisurely pulled the trigger of the musket.
There was a loud bang and the villager was shocked. His head, which had been slightly raised, fell down and a weak cry of pain came out of his throat.
The county magistrate had no expression on his face and fired two more shots at his head.
Everyone heard two bangs.
More blood flowed out from the bodies of the breathless villagers, and that large piece of land suddenly turned from yellow to red.
When the people in the village saw this scene, they all gasped. Those who were moved immediately burst into tears, and even those who were not moved closed their eyes and turned their heads away, unable to bear to watch any longer, as if this person's fate would be their future fate.
The county magistrate handed the musket to the person beside him, walked up to the village chief, glanced at everyone, and said to the villagers: "You have seen his end. If you dare to deceive me again, none of you will have a good life."
The village chief said in a trembling voice, "We already know."
The county magistrate said with disdain: "I was just afraid that you didn't know, so I reminded you specially."
He waved his hand and said, "It's time to go back."
The people he brought immediately arrested the villagers and took them to the Dali Temple prison.
After entering prison, the village chief was the first to be interrogated. As for the details of the interrogation, the other villagers had no idea. They were just anxiously waiting for the village chief to come back.
They were so panicked and frightened that they didn't even care about resentment.
After all, it is always very painful to have a sword hanging over your head, not knowing when it will fall.
Many people therefore began to chant Buddha's name, as if by doing so at this last minute they could gain a little more mercy and protection, but they had to admit that they did feel better than when they first came in.
There has been no actual change in the situation.
After making sure they were completely hidden, the swordsman released the young man and the injured man, glanced around, and said to them, "You are safe now."
The young man had a complicated expression, while the injured man sighed.
The Sword Bearer looked at them and asked, "Do you regret it? Do you want to save them now or stay with them? If you want to stay with them, I can send you there right now."
This is extremely inhumane.
But the injured man laughed after hearing this: "Although we have some friendship with the villagers because of our many years of getting along, especially the care of the old village chief, we can't help but take it to heart.
But we still remember clearly how the old village chief arrested us and how he locked us up. We can't forget it. What's there to talk about sharing the joys and sorrows?"
The young man nodded and said, "That's right. We entered a mountain that we shouldn't have entered. They didn't help us, didn't save us, and even made us kneel down. That's reasonable."
But when we wanted to leave, they kept us, locked us up, tied us up, and threw us into a cellar, with people guarding us. You can’t blame us for not saving them.”
"In that case, then follow me." The swordsman did not comment, but just nodded.
The young man and the injured man looked at each other and asked hesitantly, "We still don't know where to go?"
The swordsman raised his lips slightly, in a good mood, and said with a smile: "A villa halfway up the mountain."
As he spoke, he took out a pocket from his clothes and shook it violently. The pocket became bigger, like a door.
He walked in first, turned his head and said to the two people behind him: "Your village has been searched and the people have been taken away. If you leave now, you will inevitably be strictly checked on the road. It is better to find a place to hide and set off again after a while.
Other places are either too far away or too unfamiliar. It is better to stay at the villa in the middle of the mountain. It is close and convenient. Most importantly, I am familiar with it. The place is also very big. You can move around in the basement of the villa. "
At this point, the Sword Bearer paused and explained to them: "Although the basement of the villa is not exposed to sunlight, it is different from the cellar here. You will know when you get there. There is no problem living normally there."
He turned sideways and looked at the two of them: "If you change your mind now and don't want to go with me, and want to leave on your own, it's still not too late."
The two looked at each other and immediately said, "We are willing to go with you!"
It is easy to imagine that without the help of the Sword Bearer, they would most likely still be in the cellar, encountering the villagers and the county magistrate, and would never have a good ending.
The worst outcome is being cut into pieces, and the best outcome is being despised.
But no matter what, it's not as good as following the Sword Bearer away.
If they were thinking straight, they would never choose any other path.
The swordsman nodded and walked deeper.
The two of them hurriedly followed.
After a pitch-black road, the Swordsman stopped in front of a door and knocked on it.
There seemed to be footsteps over there, and then the door opened.
The person who opened the door was Li Baili, who received the swordsman's inner voice.
As soon as he opened the door, he stepped back and said, "Come in."
This familiar and natural attitude is very familiar to the injured.
The swordsman smiled at Li Baili in front of them and walked in.
The injured man followed behind him, and the boy followed beside him.
They walked out of the road, and the executor put the pocket away, stuffed it back into his clothes without changing his expression, as if he had just taken out a piece of paper.
The young man and the injured man looked around and took in the surrounding environment.
Although this place is underground, it is more spacious, luxurious and even ventilated than their residence.
They breathed in the air here and felt it was fresh and without any discomfort.
Rows of fist-sized luminous pearls were placed in the corners of the walls on pink petal-shaped racks.
Gold and silver were piled haphazardly in another corner.
There was a round lamp above my head, emitting a soft, bright white light, illuminating a large area of the underground. It was so bright that I could see the surroundings clearly without squinting.
Looking closely, one section of the wall is made of white jade.
The other wall is jade.
The young man and the injured person looked at each other, both suspected that they had seen it wrong. They rubbed their eyes and looked at the situation again, and there was no change. They couldn't help but gasp and put down their hands in amazement.
The wounded man whispered to the sword bearer, "Is everything here real?"
The sword bearer nodded: "Really."
The boy took a deep breath and asked, "Can we still go out later?"
"After this storm is over, you can go out anytime you want." The swordsman replied calmly.
Li Baili said with a half-smile, "Do you think you can live here forever? This is not a place for people to live. Even if you want to live here, the owner may not agree."
The young man blinked, was stunned for a moment, and asked quickly: "Are you the owner of this place?"
Li Baili nodded.
The young man bowed and said, "We can't go out for the time being. I'm afraid we have to bother you. Please forgive me."
"You're welcome." Li Baili paused for a moment, worried that they might be making wild guesses and feel uneasy, and said with a smile, "If you really count it, you are implicated by me, so I naturally can't just sit back and watch."
The young man was a little confused and was about to ask.
The injured person immediately realized what Li Baili said, his eyes widened, he grabbed the boy and pulled him. The boy swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth and blinked.
But he was still curious, so he quietly looked at the injured man and asked, "What do you know that I don't know?"
The injured man whispered, "It's better not to know what you shouldn't know!"
"It's better not to mention it." The boy muttered softly, but he did not give up his curiosity. On the contrary, because he was blocked, he became more and more anxious and curious.
He secretly made up his mind: I must find out the situation while I am here. I can't be rescued and still not know the situation of my savior.
But on the surface, he didn't ask any more questions.
Others were not familiar with him, but the injured person was his companion. One look at his expression told them that he had not given up. They sighed inwardly and thought to themselves: When we are alone together in the future and have time, I will slowly tell him some things that I can say, and he will naturally understand after listening.
If you know that you will be killed and still insist on moving forward, you are really stupid.
Based on the injured person's understanding of the boy, he didn't think he would do that. If he insisted on doing that, it was not for others to interfere. Rather than forcibly interfere, it was better to give up.
Everyone has his own fate, and that’s fine.
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