Yan Ning took a big step forward, stared at the hunchbacked Zhang, and said in a cold voice:
"Hunchback Zhang, have you really forgotten about how you killed Cuifang by that old well more than ten years ago?"
The hunchback Zhang's eyes darted around, and he shouted in his hoarse voice:
"What Cuifang? You're talking nonsense! I didn't do it! Don't slander an innocent person!"
"You're being stubborn, aren't you?"
Yan Ning sneered, "Fine, you won't burn incense until you see the real Buddha, huh? I'll call her out in person, and you two can have a chat face to face?"
After saying that, she flicked her finger lightly, and a yellow paper talisman instantly burst into flames.
"Whoosh..."
A gust of cold wind swirled by, and the surrounding temperature immediately dropped.
Suddenly, the shadow of a woman dressed in old clothes appeared at the spot where the talisman had just been burned.
It is Cuifang's ghost.
"Oh my god! A ghost! A ghost!"
Hunchback Zhang was terrified. All his previous bravado vanished, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.
Cuifang glared at the hunchbacked Zhang, her voice shrill and cold, filled with hatred:
"You hunchback! I've been soaking at the bottom of a well for over ten years, my bones are practically frozen to the bone!"
"I've finally found you! Today I'm going to take your life!"
As she spoke, she lunged at him.
"etc."
Yan Ning reached out to stop her, glanced around, and continued:
“He’s not the only hunchback who’s harmed you. This whole village is rotten. They specialize in trafficking women. You were sold into this village by them.”
"Those heartless bastards in the village, none of them will escape, they will all suffer retribution!"
[Wow, I knew there was something wrong with Willow Tree Village!]
Yes, they actually did such a heinous thing, it's absolutely disgusting!
They must be severely punished! I'm so angry!
This place is so remote, can the police even cover it? I think we should just forget about it...
[Let's just let it go! They must be punished!]
Cuifang stopped, looking at Yanning with some surprise, "The truth is really like this! It's disgusting!"
"Then what do you suggest we do? Kill them all?"
Yan Ning's eyes darkened: "Listen to me."
Not long after.
A huge fire suddenly erupted from the dilapidated old temple in Liushu Village, which was almost collapsing.
The fire burned fiercely, billowing black smoke that turned half the sky red.
"Fire! The old temple is on fire!"
"Wake up! Get up and put out the fire!"
"With such a big fire, won't it spread to the village?"
The villagers were in an uproar, some carrying buckets and others carrying basins, rushing off in a chaotic frenzy to put out the fire.
Among the crowd, three people behaved in a particularly different way.
One is the village chief.
One of them is Aunt Wang, who was talking to everyone at the village entrance just now.
One of them was a man nicknamed "One-Eyed Dragon".
Why the rush?
The dirty money they made from trafficking women over the years, those shady ledgers, and those deadly secrets.
They were all secretly hidden in the secret compartment of this dilapidated temple!
And that hunchbacked Zhang was the doorman they hired.
They eat, drink, and relieve themselves in the old temple year-round and rarely go out. Over the years, no one has ever discovered their activities.
If this fire spreads, everything will be destroyed!
"Quick! Go inside! The things are still inside!" The village chief shouted until his voice was hoarse.
"Let's go, let's go in and get them out quickly! The fire hasn't reached there yet, maybe we can still make it!"
Aunt Wang didn't care about gossip anymore; her face turned pale with fright.
The one-eyed man's good eye was so red it looked like it was about to bleed; he slammed his head down and rushed into the temple gate.
"Get out of the way! Don't block the way!"
The three men pushed aside the villagers blocking their way and plunged headlong into the thick smoke without a second thought.
"Hey, why are you all rushing in like this?!"
"It's dangerous inside, don't go, village chief!"
The villagers nearby were a little puzzled. There was only one old hunchback in the temple, and they had never seen the three of them care about him.
Why are you in such a hurry?
"Clang—!"
The three of them had just rushed in when the dilapidated temple door slammed shut by itself, completely shut, without even a crack.
"Who?! Who closed the door?!"
The village chief was both surprised and frightened, and his voice trembled. He quickly turned around to see who it was.
As soon as he turned around, a bone-chilling cold air enveloped him, making him shiver.
The thick smoke was illuminated red by the firelight.
Amidst the smoke and fire, a shadow emerged clearly.
A woman, dressed in patched old clothes, was soaking wet.
His face was deathly pale, devoid of any color.
Who else could it be but Cuifang!
Cuifang's dark, hollow eyes stared intently at the three of them, filled with hatred.
These three heartless bastards sold her out and then caused her to drown in the well!
"My God! A female ghost has come to claim my life!"
Grandma Wang felt a sudden heat in her crotch and was so frightened that she peed herself.
Her legs were so weak they felt like noodles; she couldn't even lift her feet to run.
"Cuifang? You, how did you end up here?" The village chief collapsed to the ground, his hands and feet ice-cold, unable to move.
The one-eyed man's good eye was wide open, and he couldn't say a word.
Cuifang moved.
She wasn't afraid of the falling sparks at all; they just floated down to them, all wet.
A fishy smell from the well water and the stench of rotten mud assaulted their nostrils.
"explain!"
Cuifang's voice was shrill and cold, like a knife scraping bone:
"You bunch of bastards, how many girls like me have you ruined over the years?!"
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