Seeing that the young people were wavering in their thinking, the Second Elder pounded his cane hard and scolded them, "Don't listen to Su Ran's lies. Our village's centuries-old system of saints cannot be forgotten! Hurry up and capture him and kill him! Whoever kills Su Ran will be the Ninth Elder of the village!"
Ah Hu gave Liu He a look and said, "You go."
Liu He: "Why don't you go?"
Ah Hu: "Liu Qiang, go ahead and kill Su Ran, then you will be the village elder."
Liu Qiang: "Don't you want to be an elder the most? Go ahead."
This group of people were afraid of the title of "murderer" and didn't dare to go up. Wouldn't he like a good life? Being the ninth elder meant no money.
Su Ran felt relieved when he saw this group of young people encouraging each other to kill him. It was useless. This group of people had been brainwashed and had lost their fighting power. They didn't want to go to jail.
"Ah!" The second elder was so angry that he blew his beard and said to his son beside him, "Wang Yue, go kill Su Ran! We can't let him spread rumors to confuse the people again, otherwise our village will be finished!"
"Okay, I'll do it!"
Wang Yue walked out of the crowd, pushed Liu He away, and snatched the hunting rifle from Ah Hu's hand.
This~
Su Ran frowned slightly. He was smart all his life but stupid at one moment. He had calculated everyone's weaknesses, but he had not expected that the second elder would be so cruel. In order to maintain the ideological unity of the tribe, he actually let his son be the executioner. What a cruel man!
"Su Ran, although our village has been poor since ancient times, the people are honest and kind. They all regard you as the most respected person and even plan to erect a statue for you. You don't know what a statue represents to us. It represents the highest honor, to be passed down and admired by the world, on par with saints. The last person to have a statue erected in our village was during the Ming Dynasty. He was a high-ranking official named Wang Yangming who was exiled to our area to farm!"
Wang Yue continued viciously:
"Su Ran, ancestral precepts are ancestral precepts and cannot be changed. You are a scholar, haven't you heard that we should respect local culture? In order to get Xie Yinren, you want to break our thousands of years of saintly women system. You are too arrogant. I will let you die here tonight."
There was a click of a gun being loaded, and he pointed the gun at Su Ran.
'Ding! All emergency skills are activated.'
This is a mandatory measure when the system senses danger to the host.
"Su Ran, go to hell!"
Wang Yue stared at the stranger with murderous eyes and was about to pull the trigger.
"Wang Yue..."
at this time.
A faint voice came from the room.
Xie Yinren stood up from the dressing table and walked towards the door step by step. With every step she took in her embroidered shoes, the silver ornaments on her body swayed in the wind, making a crisp tinkling sound. She walked towards the firelight step by step, stretched out her white hands from the cuffs of her Miao costume, opened the door, and walked out.
Su Ran turned her head and saw that she was wearing a white Miao costume with silver ornaments and a phoenix embroidered with gold thread. This was a saint's costume that was only worn on important festivals.
Seeing this, all the villagers put their left hands on their right chests and bowed in greeting.
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