Chapter 174 No one should... There are torches everywhere. People hold it in their hands, light it in front of each house, and burn it in the open space of the festival. The orange flames seemed to be engulfing the entire village. The girl was tied tightly with countless cloth strips, like a silkworm chrysalis, lying on a high wooden frame unable to move, and her mouth was stuffed with rags, which made it difficult for her to even whimper. The neatly arranged wood, together with the girl, formed a huge, unlit torch. A middle-aged couple stood in front of the wooden frame. The wife clung to the man and cried, as if she couldn't bear to look at the child on the wooden frame. The husband stood with an indifferent expression, with a cold light shining in his eyes. There were two people sitting on the high platform not far from the wooden frame, a gray-haired old man and a young girl. The old man is the village chief, and the girl...
I saw her pink lips twitching slightly, slowly forming a smile, "What a grand farce." The village chief lowered his head and said in fear, "Master Ruan is right." The villagers watching the ceremony gathered around the wooden frame, forming a watertight human wall, and everyone held a torch in their hands. The men stood in front, the firelight reflecting the calmness and cruelty on their faces. The women stood behind, the firelight lighting up the tears on their drooping cheeks. Their situation was very similar to that of a couple standing in front of a wooden frame and hugging each other. The girl sitting on the high platform frowned impatiently, "Why haven't you started yet? I'm tired of waiting." Her brown eyes reflected the cold light of the knife. The husband standing in front of the wooden frame had already taken out the dagger. He looked at the girl wrapped in a cloth with a calm expression, and then spoke. "The village chief has asked me to do this, so the effect will be better." He said this without hesitation... Blood immediately gushes out, like bright red water in a steady stream. After soaking the cloth, it immediately flows onto the wood under the girl's body. The sound of dripping and dripping blood seemed extremely clear in the middle of the night when there was only the sound of burning flames. In the darkness, the color of the blood was almost obscured by the brown-black color of the wood and the dark brown color of the earth. The girl twisted in fear, and the taut cloth strips trembled. The biggest swing was her head. She was shaking her head, maybe begging him not to. The husband spoke again. "Everything is for the village." After saying this, he took a step forward. The girl's body was like a fish on a chopping board, trembling violently from being disembowelled.
The girl on the high platform praised. "Wonderful!" A smile appeared on the village chief's face, "As long as Master Ruan is satisfied." The girl named Master Ruan sneered, "You old guy, don't act like the festival is just my bad taste." She stretched out her green-white fingers to appreciate it, "After all, you begged me to hold this festival." "I'm here to fulfill your wish." "Yes, yes, yes!" The village chief nodded repeatedly, "Master Ruan worked hard for the village, and our village will remember it in our hearts! Likewise, we will not slack off for a moment in what you have arranged for us to do!" Master Ruan curled his lips and looked away from his fingers. "Boring, speed up the progress!" While the two were talking, the girl was already dying. Those red dots bloom like plum blossoms. The husband stood in front of the girl, caught off guard, and met a pair of tearful, desperate eyes. The village chief stretched out his hand towards Master Ruan, "Here comes the most exciting part. I tried to figure out Master Ruan's meaning without permission, and deliberately took off the cloth that blindfolded my eyes." Master Ruan nodded with satisfaction, "Well done." The girl's vitality is gradually draining away. With this knife, she will definitely die. Facing those eyes, the husband's hand holding up the dagger hesitated for a rare moment. Master Ruan's eyes showed interest, "It is indeed something wonderful." She suddenly clapped her slender palms together, making a crisp sound in the dark night. The husband closed his eyes for a moment... The cloth in the girl's mouth was quickly dyed red, blood filled her nose, mouth and esophagus, and the sound of coughing and choking was sealed under the cloth. The girl's head moved and there was no longer any reaction. The husband gasped and opened his eyes, watching his child's eyes gradually lose their luster until they were completely gray. Like the eyes of a fish that struggled to die but died miserably. Master Ruan stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, and said in an exaggerated tone: "It's all my fault. I applauded too early and scared this [great] father." "It's such a shame that the best part ends like this." The dead fish's eyes seemed to move, and the husband couldn't help but take a step back. Master Ruan laughed like a silver bell, "Look at him, he is frightened by his own daughter." When the conversation changed, she looked at the sweating village chief and suddenly said excitedly: "It's not over yet, I thought of a more exciting way to play!" "Then leave it to the mother of the child!"
The village chief took out a sweat towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Okay, just follow what Master Ruan said." The wife whimpered and stepped back uncontrollably, but the husband who had just finished bleeding his daughter quickly turned around. He handed the blood-stained dagger to his wife, and the bright firelight only illuminated half of his face. Between light and dark, coldness and blood intertwined on his face. The wife couldn't tell for a moment who was more terrifying, the master on the high platform or the husband who slept on the same bed every day. The festival was going on wonderfully, and no one noticed that in the far corner, a thin figure quietly left the scene. Running wildly all the way, the June night wind blew the cold sweat all over Dongsheng's body, making her tremble with the cold. She is running, even more so. Dongsheng didn't stop with a pale face until he could barely hear the sound of burning flames that kept lingering in his ears. Exhausted, she held on to a big tree on the side of the road and vomited wildly. Even though she had eaten almost nothing during the whole day, she just couldn't stop vomiting and almost vomited out the bile. Only then did Dongsheng curl up on the ground in pain while holding his twitching stomach. She burst into tears, hating herself from the bottom of her heart. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! It's me who deserves to die! I'm sorry!" Dongsheng felt that she was guilty, so guilty that she should immediately tell everyone in the village that she was the one who should be tied up with cloth and lying on the wooden frame. But she didn't have the courage to do any of this. She didn't have the courage to face Ling Chi who came from her biological parents. The night wind took away his words, and countless "I'm sorry"s disappeared in the wind. Dongsheng pulled away from the memories and covered her tearful eyes with a warm hand. The voice softly called her name. "Dongsheng, no one should be tied to a wooden frame."