The carriage sped along, causing extreme bumps.
Fortunately, the three people in the car were not ordinary people. Chuntang had nourished his blood to the point that his muscles and bones were in sync, and Fuman was even a top-level master.
That's why he managed to persevere all the way and didn't vomit in the carriage.
About two hours later, until the sun was about to reach the zenith, the few people finally arrived at the territory of Wangjia Village.
When they arrived at the village entrance, the carriage suddenly stopped.
Li Wei suddenly heard that the young eunuch Wang Gui, who was driving the car, suddenly began breathing heavily.
Of course, her face didn't look very good either.
Li Wei's eyes narrowed slightly. Even through the car curtain, she could still "see" the situation outside clearly.
At this moment, the threshing ground at the entrance of the village was crowded with nearly a hundred people.
Judging from his attire, he must be a local villager.
Most of them were dressed in rags, with patches on top of patches, their faces were sallow, and their eyes were full of fear and numbness.
Everyone gathered together, huddled together, surrounded by a dozen thugs with sticks and ferocious faces, like a group of lambs to be slaughtered.
At the front of the crowd, on an old tree, hung by thick hemp ropes were the bodies of two old men with white hair and beards, as thin as a piece of dry firewood.
Their bodies were covered with cuts of varying sizes and depths.
At this time, blood is still flowing.
And under the old tree, beside the well, a haggard middle-aged man and woman were forced to kneel on the ground by two thugs, facing the dark wellhead, struggling desperately and wailing miserably.
There was another guy dressed like a manager, with an unbridled grin on his face. He held the roller tightly in his hand, as if ready to sink something to the bottom of the well at any time.
On the shaft of the cart, Wang Gui let out a suppressed sob from his throat, crying out in a low voice: "Uncle...Aunt..."
Li Wei took a deep breath, and the anger that had been accumulating in her chest since she left the city was now boiling.
She snapped her fingers.
Clang——!
A subtle but incomparably sharp sword chant suddenly rang out.
The heads of the dozen or so thugs surrounding the villagers seemed to be cut off by invisible sharp blades in an instant, and they flew up into the sky in unison, with blood gushing out.
The hot and fishy liquid splashed on the villagers in the outermost circle and also splashed on the faces of the man and woman who were pressed by the well.
Everyone was stunned by this sudden bloody change and forgot what to do for a moment.
Only the man and woman reacted first.
Without the restraints of the thugs, they crawled to the well like crazy and pushed away the manager who was also frightened.
The man's eyes were red and the woman was crying. They worked together and turned the roller connected to the well rope like crazy.
Soon, a small, wet figure was lifted up upside down.
It was a boy of about six or seven years old. He was soaked all over, his face was blue and purple, and he looked like he was dead.
The woman reached out her hand tremblingly and felt the child's breath.
The next moment, she uttered a heart-wrenching wail, and collapsed to the ground, pounding her fists and crying, "My son—!"
The man stood frozen in place, his face, originally distorted by fear and grief, gradually replaced by a terrifying ferocity.
He turned his head suddenly, his bloodshot eyes fixed on a young man in his early twenties wearing a cotton robe and dressed like a scholar not far away.
There were several servants standing beside the young man. They were so frightened that their souls were out of their bodies, and their calves were shaking like sieves.
They wanted to run, but were horrified to find that their bodies seemed to be nailed to the spot. Except for their eyeballs rolling around in fear, they could not move at all.
The man was unaware of the servants' predicament. He was already mad and grabbed the sickle leaning against the haystack. He growled like a wild beast and rushed straight towards the young man.
Seeing this, the young man also wanted to run, but unfortunately, he was also unable to move.
While he was frightened to the point of shitting and pissing, the man had already knocked down two servants and rushed to him.
In his desperate sight, the rusty sickle was raised high and then swung down suddenly.
One knife! Two knife! Three knife!
Countless knives...
Puff! Puff! Puff!
The surrounding villagers stared blankly at first, and then a surge of blood rushed to their heads.
I don't know who was the first to scream: "Kill them! Revenge! Revenge!"
"Kill these beasts!"
In an instant, nearly a hundred villagers, regardless of gender, age or status, roared and screamed, and rushed towards the servants who were pinned down and unable to resist in the threshing ground.
Scythes, hatchets, axes, hoes...the farm tools that people rely on for survival on a daily basis have now turned into weapons of revenge, chopping down fiercely.
But in just a moment, all that was left on the threshing ground were piles of torn clothes and a few glaring pools of blood.
When everything calmed down, the villagers gasped and looked at the mess on the ground. Some people began to tremble, while others looked around in confusion.
Only then did they notice that a woman had appeared next to the little body of the child by the well.
The woman was so beautiful that she didn't look like an ordinary person. Her skin was whiter than snow, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and she was wearing simple and elegant clothes, but her peerless elegance could not be concealed.
These farmers, who worked hard in the fields, could not think of any words to describe her appearance.
I just feel that the skinny horse from Yangzhou that Mr. Wang married last year is not even worthy of carrying this man's shoes.
At this time, the fairy girl was squatting down, with one hand gently pressing on the chest of the drowned child Wang Gou'er.
A faint, soft white light seeped out from her palm and enveloped the child's small body.
After a while, Wang Gou'er, who had already died, trembled slightly, coughed violently, spit out several mouthfuls of water, and then opened his eyes in a daze.
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