Chapter 338 My brother who will drop my little pearl loves me too much. What should I do? (23)

The fire in the village in the distance has been ablaze. Even though it is far away, it is like a red star that will last forever.

She closed her eyes for a long time. When she opened them again, there was no more emotion in her eyes. "You are right. Those who want to achieve great things should not hesitate. There can't be any hidden dangers on the road I am going to take next."

The wind and waves kept beating, and the boat was shaking up and down.

She gave birth to a child on a stormy night. She didn't ask whether it was a boy or a girl, and she didn't even see the child. She asked the servants to take care of it.

As for how to take care of it, she didn't ask much.

This village should not exist, just like the child should never appear in front of her again.

But there are many things in this world that cannot be explained by common sense. She does not need to seek answers because she knows very well that whether there is an answer or not, since she has come here, it means that she has only one way to go.

Madam Li never stopped and never hesitated, just like the scene when she left many years ago. Once she made a decision, she would keep moving forward. She never left herself a way to turn back.

Everyone stood in front of the ancestral hall.

Regardless of gender, age or status, every villager held a torch in their hands. They looked at the woman who came over expressionlessly, with a face stiffer than a dead person and lifeless.

In front of the villagers was a stone statue of a beauty.

It was wearing a hood, with its head lowered. Its profile slightly exposed under the hood was perfect, with a tear mark still stained on its face. It had no life, just a stone standing still, revealing holiness and sorrow.

If it were a living person, it would be breathtakingly beautiful.

Madam Li looked down. There was a boatload of people coming from the capital, but now there were only a few people left. They were all in rags, tied up and lying on the ground, unconscious.

Only one person was still conscious.

Xuanyuan Mingchi said weakly: "Mother..."

Madam Li smiled.

The village chief stood up and said, "Miss Li, it's been a long time since we last met. I never thought we would see each other again."

She said, "It's been a long time since we last met. You are still the same as before."

The village chief smiled and said, "I wonder if you will see in your dreams that we will come to claim your life?"

Mrs. Li smiled and replied, "I never have nightmares."

The village chief was quite amiable and said, "If it weren't for the protection of the Water Goddess, we wouldn't have seen each other again."

That day, the village was engulfed in flames, but all the people were drugged and had no strength to escape.

They could only watch themselves die in the sea of ​​fire.

Suddenly, a heavy rain fell, and the blazing flames went out. Several survivors climbed out of the house full of the smell of burning, and they saw the Water Goddess in the rain.

However, the water goddess they saw was different from the beautiful one described in the story.

He was haggard, his gray hair was as lifeless as his pale face, and his cloudy eyes were mixed with blood. He was so fragile that a little rain seemed to be able to smash a scar on his scarred body.

He seemed to be crying.

However, his dry eyes could not shed a single tear.

Gradually, the rain that fell on him took on the color of blood when it dripped again. Spider-web-like cracks began to spread rapidly from his face along his neck. His flesh and blood fell bit by bit with the unusual wind and rain, until finally, he fell on the muddy ground.

His body was buried in the mud and water, and only the broken clothes remained to show that he had been here.

The survivors carved a stone statue of the Water Goddess and placed it in the ancestral hall to worship it together with the villagers who were burned to death. But perhaps the dead were too resentful, or perhaps the rain that the Water Goddess had spent so much effort to bring down had changed the village.

Time in the village stopped, and the dead climbed up from the coastline as monsters.

As monsters trapped in Yunwu Village day and night, they did not understand political struggles, nor did they understand sacrifice. They only knew that they could have lived a stable life in this remote village, although they were not rich.

However, the fire destroyed everything they had.

They wanted revenge.

Only revenge could free them.

The priests worshipped the Goddess of Water again and again at the festival. Perhaps because of the resentment, the stone statue seemed to have life. It would be attracted by the ugly desires of human beings, and people with desires would also be lured to Yunwu Village by it.

These ugly desires are the best food for the villagers.

No matter who it is, the evil deeds must be paid back. If it is not paid by the person concerned, then the descendants will definitely be harmed.

In the night, the appearance of the villagers has changed. The horrible smell of burning is everywhere. The charcoal-like bodies seem to be torn into pieces at any time. At the same time, the figures gradually twisted again. Unlike the appearance of humans, they are dangerous and want to tear the enemy to pieces.

Xuanyuan Mingchi said in a daze: "Mother... what happened here before... is related to you?"

He was not a fool. He guessed something after combining all the information about what happened in the past few days and the attitude of the villagers towards his mother.

Xuanyuan Mingchi said in disbelief: "You have always taught me to govern with virtue. These people... mother, their affairs have nothing to do with you, right?"

Madam Li smiled slightly, "Mingchi, how can you have a clean hand to sit in my position?"

Xuanyuan Mingchi's expression froze.

Madam Li did not change her expression and said calmly: "Since I have come, I have never thought of leaving. You have enough time to vent your resentment."

But under the moonlight, a twisted figure rushed towards the shadow of the woman.

In the dim room, Bai Yao sat on a chair, watching Bai Yi pack her precious jewelry into a small wooden box. She asked softly: "Brother, are we leaving here?"

Bai Yi replied: "Yes, we are going back."

He packed the things, walked in front of her, leaned over and smiled at her: "Yaoyao, I want to go home."

Bai Yao blinked and asked innocently: "Are you ready to face my parents?"

Bai Yi's expression changed slightly, and it was obvious that no matter how calm and composed he was, he would be afraid like ordinary people when talking about his future parents-in-law. Bai

Yao laughed out loud, and she touched his pale face, "Qusai, don't be afraid, I'm on your side."

Bai Yi grabbed her hand and rubbed it, his eyes slightly curved, "Yeah, I know."

They were two against two, so they wouldn't lose.