Chapter 042 Giving birth
Everyone became nervous.
Wang Yu repeated his request again: "Are you, killing people?"
The village chief glanced at the fried dough sticks and sugar cakes hesitantly and panickedly, and quickly shook his head to explain: "The old man is fulfilling their wishes, right?"
The old man took it for granted but also felt a little wronged: "They said they wanted to do this, so we did it. This is all unfair! How come we are killing people?"
He held onto his cane and begged for mercy, "Sir! We are surrounding you because we are afraid that you will hurt them. They are in the middle of an important process and must not be disturbed!"
"Sir! They are right here! Just ask! The old man is not lying!" The old man glanced at the big pit regretfully and said hurriedly.
Everyone's eyes were drawn to the fried dough sticks and white sugar cakes.
The two warriors blushed in shame in front of everyone.
Youzhagui roared, "Of course not! We want to help you develop and have a better life! Who would have thought that you would tie me and my colleagues into such a deep pit! And set us on fire! Why don't you want to kill people!"
"My colleague is right!" Bai Tanggao echoed, "We don't have any hobbies like Ace or Amy! I don't have any anyway."
Bai Tanggao was saying something incomprehensible.
The old village chief became anxious and went over to argue with his cane.
"My two lords! It was you who said you wanted to be a part of our village. In your words, you want to be the woodcutter!"
You have to be anxious! Someone is still being held by the neck!
The wrinkles on his face became even more severe.
Youzhagui said, "Why are you still addressing me as sir? You are really polite! How could you be so rude when you tied us to the wooden frame and set us on fire?"
Bai Tang Gao was nodding, but when he heard it, he turned around and said, "Oh, my colleague, is politeness the key point now?"
The village chief felt even more aggrieved: "Anyone who joins our village must suffer this! Otherwise, how can you join our village?"
He had an expression of being betrayed by his sincere feelings: "Gentlemen, I saw that you are so friendly and love the people like your own children, so I decided to let you join our village. I didn't expect that you..."
Fried ghost: “…”
Youzhagui failed to control his emotions completely: "Become a member of your village! Is that what you meant by that?! Don't you understand what I'm saying?! And which village's entry ceremony involves burning people?! At the beginning, the fire was sizzling, and it could burn people to death!"
Bai Tanggao grabbed the fried dough stick that was about to attack and said calmly, "No matter what the village entry ceremony is, you shouldn't set us on fire! This old custom can kill people!"
The village chief slowly shook his head and said to himself in disappointment, "It's the old man's fault. The old man shouldn't have made trouble. You guys go. We can't be a family after all."
The fried dough sticks and white sugar cake that were being misunderstood: "..."
The old village chief thought he had dealt with the matter here. With a melancholy like a lotus in the water, he came to the silent Wang Yu and pleaded, "Sir! It was the old man who misunderstood, but you know! We didn't mean to kill anyone!"
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The young man frowned as he thought about this strange thing.
The old village chief thought that Bai Tanggao and Youzhagui were good people and wanted them to join the village. Then he led the villagers to tie the two men to a wooden frame, set a fire to them, and then took the villagers back.
What made him think that he could become one of them after being burned by fire?
The sky was getting dark and the rain looked like it was going to get heavier.
In the blurred vision, the wrinkled face of the old village chief was full of sorrow. Countless villagers behind the old village chief were watching this scene quietly, their faces hidden in the shadows.
A chill rose up along Wang Yu's trouser legs that were blown open.
The wind seems a little colder.
The villagers seemed to agree with the old village chief's words, but there were no scars from the burns on their bodies.
Tsk, it seems like he has encountered a crazy village again!
Can't those damned sects just change some people to fool people? They always exert their magical powers on these people.
Wang Yu's face darkened slightly.
Sooner or later he would get rid of them all.
Youzhagui and Baitanggao looked even uglier, and they shouted that they would report to the police.
This was a new word to Wang Yu, as there was no unified government in Beizhou.
He couldn't help but turn his head to look at the nun who was shaking her head and sighing. The nun was also stunned, but soon her eyes lit up.
"These poor kids are right. There is no government in the Northern Province, but there is in the Southern Province. The Imperial Guards even specialize in taking on these cases!"
Wang Yu nodded with a hint of curiosity. After considering the situation for a moment, he put away his sword as he watched the guy opposite him breathing nervously.
Since the parties involved have already made a decision, what reason does he have to refuse? He is just a hero who hopes that everyone will be well.
After being shocked by the horror at the beginning, the villagers didn't have the courage to run away under Wang Yu's gaze. They just huddled together in groups of two or three. The old village chief didn't look worried. Instead, he relaxed when he heard the word "report to the police".
The white sugar cake and the fried dough sticks were put together and no one knew what they were doing.
I don’t know when, the rain suddenly got heavier. It took only a moment from drizzle to heavy rain, and the crackling raindrops poured all over my face.
The flames trembled and swayed in the wind.
"ah--"
Suddenly someone shouted anxiously in the local dialect.
The people in the village were instantly shocked.
The flames gathered in a circle.
The nun was stunned. She translated, "She said he's going to give birth!"
"Give birth? Now?" Sui Niang was also stunned and repeated.
This unexpected situation was obviously too sudden and caught everyone off guard.
A group of people gathered together in a chaos. There seemed to be a gentle voice repeating a certain phrase in a loop, as if it was constantly soothing the emotions of the woman in labor.
Those who dare to come here on business must be able to understand the local language.
At this moment, Youzhagui turned his head anxiously and looked a few times, then turned back to look at the people standing aside who were helpless.
He pursed his lips and muttered, "It's so easy to get infected! It's raining so hard now..."
He couldn't help but kick it and peeked in to try to see the white sugar cake inside. The white sugar cake turned its head to look at the fried dough sticks in a daze, and the fried dough sticks shook their heads.
After all, they were colleagues on a business trip together. Bai Tanggao understood what he meant immediately. He quickly made an OK gesture, stepped forward, and rushed in: "Get out of the way! Let me take a look!"
The crowd quickly made a hole in the gate to let the white sugar cake rush in.
Many people even had an expression of surviving a disaster on their faces, and looked at the small body of Baitanggao with full trust, as if Baitanggao was their savior.
No one would have thought that they were the ones who tied the sugar cakes and fried dough sticks to a wooden rack and tried to roast them over a fire.
The white sugar cake entered the inner circle under escort.
His threatening voice suddenly stopped.
The production situation inside might be tricky enough.
He was silent for a long time.
Now Wang Yu and others couldn't help but squeeze forward to take a look.
The flame burned weakly in the rain, but it stood firm on the torch, bringing light to the people around it.
The producer's voice was hoarse and he was wailing in pain.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Bai Tanggao finally spoke again. His trembling voice was a little bewildered: "Fuck! Fried! Come in and take a look!"
"I'm not going! Tell me what's going on inside!" Youzhagui was still angry.
"Brother, you really need to come in and see! I'm totally shocked!"
Bai Tanggao quickly stretched out his hand to clear the crowded crowd: "He has learned it! He has learned it! Anyway, let the professionals come!"
Youzhagui blushed: "I've never learned how to take care of a sow after childbirth!"
Bai Tanggao was really anxious this time: "Take your scalpel with you. It doesn't matter if it's a sow or a cow! A cat that catches mice is a good cat!"
The crowd surged like a tide. Youzhagui strode forward, bent down and suddenly pulled out a blade from his boot. Seeing that the encirclement was finally about to be opened, Wang Yu and others hurriedly followed.
The wind was blowing everywhere, people were praying to gods and Buddhas, everything was in a mess, and the hurried footsteps were causing the puddles to get deeper and deeper, creating huge waves one after another.
Under the dim firelight, the midwife in the village was still trying to calm the baby down.
Heavy gasps mixed with cries of pain, everything was in chaos.
Blood flowed from the wound that could not be covered.
The man who had given birth was breathing weakly, his Adam's apple rolling with difficulty in the darkness, his clothes were open, and he was nakedly exposed to the daylight. The rain fell along the lines of his body and mixed into the dirty puddle of blood and rain water.
There seemed to be a shape of a uterus in the middle of his abdomen, and his belly seemed transparent.
Inside the transparent belly is a structure of flesh and blood, where the tiny gestational sac is hidden. At this moment, it is constantly expanding and squeezing the throbbing organs.
The sac cracked open, and a pair of tender feet poked out, with white toes and wrinkled skin.
Youzhagui lost his voice instantly, and a chill spread from the soles of his feet all the way up his body.
What terrible secrets does this ** mountain village have?
No, no, it couldn't be more horrible than this!
He once saw that everyone in the mountain village had bulging bellies, except for the skinny old people and young children. At first he thought it was some kind of belly disease and was racking his brains to think of how to treat it.
But unexpectedly, this disease does not require a barefoot doctor's manual, but postpartum care for sows!
Youzhagui's face was full of pain, and he felt like his whole world was collapsing.
Bai Tanggao hurriedly urged, "Brother! Hurry up! The midwife said it's stuck! The position is wrong! It's your turn!"
"..." Youzhagui slowly turned his head to look at Baitanggao, pointed at himself, and replied: "Me?"
Bai Tanggao's eyes were determined and he could join the party, so he nodded as a matter of course.
***! If he goes out on business with this bastard again, he will eat shit!
Under the dim, flickering light, shadows of varying depths overlap.
The smell of blood was so strong that the villagers would occasionally let out a few exclamations as the fried dough sticks moved.
The old village chief, who was leaning on a crutch, was no longer afraid of Wang Yu. He stuck close to Wang Yu, stretched his head, and looked inside anxiously. His words were distorted as he spoke so quickly: "Buddha bless you! Buddha bless you! May the child inside be fine! It will be fine soon, it will be fine, this is a blessed child!"
The flame still burns strongly.
Wang Yu couldn't help but wonder.
What can withstand fire so well?
The wind is strong and the rain is heavy in the mountains, but they can't put out the fire?
Could it be because of the material? He had heard that there was a kind of black oil that could not be extinguished by water or wind when it burned, so he thought it must be this kind.
The crowd was so dense that he could only vaguely see the emergency situation inside.
The willow-leaf-shaped knife danced in the fried dough stick's hand like a butterfly.
The person who was fried in a frying pan just now is now exceptionally calm, as if he had everything under control, which naturally makes people feel at ease.
This calm emotion seemed to be contagious, and everyone's panic gradually dissipated, replaced by prayer and expectation in their eyes.
Relying on her slender figure, Sui Niang squeezed into those narrow gaps effortlessly.
Only Wang Yu, the nun and Wen Shu were left watching.
Wang Yu suddenly heard the nun say something and turned his head to look.
The voices requesting the Buddha became clearer and clearer, and even if they couldn't hear them clearly, they could still understand what was said.
Is the nun also praying for Buddha’s blessing?
He couldn't help but move closer. The nun's expression was particularly solemn, as if she had seen something unexpected, and was even a little dazed. She tightly grasped the Buddhist beads and whispered, "Buddha, I pray to you..."
Wen Shu's face turned as pale as paper, and then for some reason his cheeks flushed, and he was obviously very surprised.
Wang Yu turned his head to try to see more clearly.
The night is too dark.
His keen ears suddenly picked up the sound of a bubble bursting.
Wang Yu was stunned.
This is……
Even he couldn't help but take a few steps forward.
The flames burned brighter.
"Wow--"
In the center of the crowd, the baby who was born on a dirty rainy day let out an innocent cry.
The crowd watching suddenly burst into cheers!
As the emergency faded, many people noticed Wang Yu approaching and quickly squeezed together with those they were traveling with to make way.
In the middle of the crowd, Youzhagui, with a wrinkled face, was taking care of the poor person who had just given birth.
Bai Tanggao was holding the baby carefully, the village midwife was holding a torch with a gentle look on her face, and another villager was holding up clothes to protect the baby from the rain.
The baby's skin was wrinkled and it cried like a cat.
Bai Tanggao's tone was as if in a dream: "It's not much heavier than a piglet. It's too light, too light."
He repeated it twice more, dryly trying to convey his trance.
***
【21 years old: A new life is always touching.
Even though it's wrinkled like a little monkey, your heart still can't help but feel soft for this little monkey.
You are feeling something, and the positive emotions are continuing to increase.
You kind of want to go up and hug the child, but as a hero, a swordsman, and a warrior, you always feel that you might accidentally hurt the child.
You think you will never forget this day in your life, and you swear silently in your heart.
Suddenly, there was a flash of fire.
You draw your sword cautiously.
The fried dough stick screamed and stepped back violently.
The flames shooting up into the sky illuminate your extremely shocked face!
The midwife, with a faint smile on her face, threw the torch at the strong man who had just given birth.
The flames instantly ignited his entire body!
No one retreated. Instead, they surrounded the person on fire, swaying their bodies slightly and chanting this sutra in unison.
The man in the flames did not wail or feel any pain. He also slightly raised the corners of his mouth, appearing extremely serene and peaceful.
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***
The flame seems to have life and intelligence.
His skin was covered with a layer of blackened skin, which made crackling sounds as it burned.
"My Buddha is merciful, the holy fire purifies the body, and I attain nirvana and reincarnation, and live forever."
Countless whispering voices chanted.
Bai Tanggao grabbed Youzhagui and tried to get away from them, but found that they were constantly coming up.
They quickly ran behind the young swordsman who had already drawn his sword.
The nun and Sui Niang hugged the flustered Meng Shu with serious expressions.
The rain was getting heavier, and the raindrops fell on everyone's hair, eyelashes, and body.
In the blurry world, countless people are trapped in the darkness and their faces cannot be seen clearly.
Their mouths were constantly repeating that verse, and there was no fanatical desire on their faces or in their eyes, only calm greed.
Beneath the calm surface of the lake, there lurks a ferocious and strange beast.
“Click—”
They huddled close.
The charred skin cracked into countless tiny openings, revealing the skin inside, white and tender like jade, glowing in the dim firelight.
The smile on the burned man's face deepened, and one could actually see a hint of quiet Zen on that face covered with black marks. Two clear tears slid down his cheeks.
He opened his mouth slowly and chanted devoutly: "My Buddha is merciful, the holy fire purifies my body, I attain nirvana and reincarnation, and I will live forever."
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