The other refugees trembled with fear and raised their machetes to slash at the necks of the stiff corpses.
The sound of ribs being cut rang out.
Chen Xian frowned slightly. To be honest, it was a bit bloody. He had seen bloody scenes in a game in the United States in his previous life.
Quietly take a step back and hide in the crowd.
The villagers also turned their backs.
And those yamen runners and attendants were actually mountain people and hunters who had dealt with all sorts of corpses.
He remained relatively calm.
Chen Qingshan's face was slightly pale, and he was tightly gripping a bamboo spear in his hand.
The dull sound of chopping bones began to gradually fade away.
Chen Qingshan encouraged softly, "Very good. Now, use the javelin under your feet to pierce your head and stand on the other side of the trench!"
Once you've done the first step of chopping bones, the second step isn't too difficult; it just takes a little more effort.
Wang Wu silently began to work.
Soon he set up the first skewer of meat on the other side of the trench.
The others followed suit, working hard and gradually.
Soon, rows of mushroom-shaped signs along the roads added a touch of eeriness to the ordinary mountain village.
Chen Xian found Liu Quan and Ji Mao.
Boss Dong surrounded them.
"Thank you, Da Zhu!"
The man rubbed his hands together, looking somewhat awkward.
Then, looking at those cowering bodies covered in cuts from barbed wire, he said seriously, "Should we... put some decorative items under their feet? It feels like something's missing."
The sound wasn't too loud, nor was it particularly quiet.
Upon hearing this, Wang Wuhu's body trembled.
Damn it, so there isn't a single good person in this village?
Everyone is a villain.
Chicken Feather shook his head and said calmly, "Master, don't do that, it's too low-level. Just do the prayer I gave to the Beggar Clan disciples before. Trust me, I can definitely correct these people's thinking."
Chen Qingshan came over looking troubled: "Where will all these people stay?"
Chen Xian nodded and said, "The pig farm, I guess. There are only about fifty pigs being raised there for now. It's a large place, and space is never a problem!"
Chen Qingshan said to the constables, "Thank you for your hard work, officers and brothers!"
"Don't worry, as long as we're here, not a single one of us will escape."
Wang Wu and the others were still thinking about whether they had any crooked ideas to escape.
Hearing these words, he immediately gave up any thoughts of it.
Chicken Feather had a compassionate look on his face.
"Come, everyone, sit on the ground and listen to my prayer. You people have done so many wrong things, do you feel ashamed now?"
"Um."
"So, do you want to atone for your sins?" "Yes, we do."
The responses were sparse and scattered.
It seems some people don't even realize they did anything wrong?
Then please tell me! Do you want to go out on your own?
"Um."
"So, did I do something wrong now?"
"yes."
"very good."
Those people unknowingly entered into a rhythm controlled by chicken feathers.
Meanwhile, the Beggars' Sect members were in the distance.
More than ten men had blank expressions on their faces.
Uncle Mi seems to have realized a terrifying influence.
Qian Biao looked at the group of beggars with a complicated expression: "Old Mi, do you mean that those beggars, who helped the villagers fight the war, shouldn't have turned into this? It's like they've been turned into wood. Chen Xian, or the others, are all too vicious?"
Uncle Mi shook his head: "I didn't!"
Qian Biao chuckled: "You've forgotten what my eyes do for a living? I'm a government official, dealing with people every day!"
"You're still too young!"
The voice suddenly rose, then calmly said, "Do you know how many people go to the county government to report that their children are missing every year? Let me tell you, it's one hundred people. On average, ten households report to the county magistrate every month."
Think about it, it only takes two hours to get to Yingzhou Prefecture from here, and a whole day to go directly to Songjiang Prefecture. How can we investigate then?
Later, someone discovered that there were often some little beggars in the city.
They were acting crazy, and when we went to chase them away, we discovered that they were actually the children who had gone missing some time ago!
Even more tragically, even if the child is found, they are either a paralyzed person on the street, someone with missing limbs, or a child beggar.
The person has been found!
But it's ruined now.
So, do you understand now?
His gaze was icy, and his tone was solemn: "Throughout history, beggar gangs have been more hateful than thugs! They deserve to die!"
Uncle Mi fell silent for a moment.
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