The best mysterious doctor

Chapter 224 Sister Hua (VIII)

When it was time to light the fire, these people found that even though they had prepared more than a dozen torches, none of them dared to take the initiative to light the fire.

At this time, Sister Hua closed her eyes as if she had fallen asleep, and never looked at them again.

Those haystacks were so high that they covered the top of her head, and she couldn't see it even if she wanted to. It would be more comfortable to close her eyes.

In fact, Sister Hua has never figured out why these villagers are so stupid that they want to burn her to death, just to get rid of the fear in their hearts?
At this moment, listening to the noisy voices outside, she suddenly understood why there are so many tragic stories of burning heretics and some great philosophers in history, not because those people touched the interests and nerves of the people, but because Because those people brought fear to the people.

Just like the villagers in front of them, they believed that as long as they burned themselves to death, they would be safe and the plague could be completely wiped out.

It has to be said that human beings are a strange creature. In the opposite direction, when a person gets into the horns, he may do some extreme things, but when a group of people get into the horns, they will do outrageous things. act.

No one outside dared to come out to light the fire, and the old village chief was in a hurry.

He snatched a torch with his hands, and just as he raised it to a high place, he heard an old and hoarse voice from outside the crowd: "Stop!"

The old village chief trembled slightly when he heard the voice, and looked at the person coming.

The person who came was a hunchbacked old lady, her whole upper body was bowed down, almost parallel to the ground, leaning on a walking stick, she walked into the crowd tremblingly, and shouted to the old village chief: "Stop, you son of a bitch."

When the old village chief saw the old lady, he immediately stomped his feet: "Mom, what do you always come here for?"

The old lady slammed her cane: "Do you still know that I am a mother? Then do you know that when Sister Hua first came to our village, who invited her into our house like an ancestor and cured my two problems?" An old cold leg?"

The old village chief shuddered and froze on the spot.

After a long time, the villagers gathered more and more, and almost everyone knew the news, but no one dared to come forward and say something.

Finally, Liu Dalai stood up and said: "Village chief, do you want to let go of this fire?"

With the first person, the second person appeared, and the dozens of young and middle-aged people stood up one by one.

The torch in the old village chief's hand was trembling. He knew that if this matter could not be done today, then he would not be the village chief, and no one would trust him in the future.

You know, in such a remote mountain village, the village head is almost like an emperor of the earth. He takes care of all the affairs in the village, and there are huge interests hidden in it. Squeeze out, and lose his peculiar rights.

For example, his family's few acres of fertile land, his house that looks simple but is regarded as a mansion in the eyes of the whole village, will even be pushed out of the village.

At this moment, the old village chief became crazy as if possessed by a demon. He raised his left hand high and threw the torch in his hand into the haystack.

The old village head took the lead, and dozens of torches were desperately thrown into the haystack, and the whole haystack suddenly ignited a raging fire.

For a moment, thick black smoke rose from the entire haystack, and the boulder in the hearts of countless villagers fell instantly, but it hadn't landed completely.

Finally eliminated this terrible plague, everyone thought so.

From the beginning to the end, Sister Hua in the haystack did not open her eyes, nor did she make a sound of struggle.

She just stood there quietly, no one knew what she was thinking, and no one knew how she resisted the erosion of the fire, clenched her teeth and remained silent.

People watched the fire burn like this, watched the strong fireworks go up to the sky, and watched the raging fire burn the haystack to ashes.

People have been waiting, it seems that they will feel at ease only when they see that beautiful woman burned to ashes with their own eyes.

The fire burned for a full hour, and when the fire was exhausted, the haystacks turned into fly ash, and people looked at them like the statue pillars that had been blackened by black smoke.

On that pillar, a human figure that was burnt to ashes was still standing there, and it had not been burned for a long time.

This is not right!A person can be burned to ashes, but at this moment, not only was that person not burned to ashes, but he was standing there like a lump of human-shaped coal.

Everyone's hearts were raised again in an instant.

she is not dead?Is she dead or not?
She is really not dead?
This question arose in the hearts of almost everyone, echoing in their hearts like a crushing message, and the villagers couldn't help but go crazy.

The old village chief looked at the black lump that could no longer be seen, his face could not be seen clearly, and he couldn't even distinguish whether it was a person, and screamed frantically: "Continue to add grass, burn, burn, burn..."

Someone was the first to react and immediately continued to fill the flames with grass.

One, two, three, in an instant, almost the whole village spontaneously mobilized, countless straws were piled together again, and another fire ignited.

After the fire was over this time, the human-shaped pitch-black pillar disappeared.

But people found that there was an extra pair of eyes on the half of the statue that had been built.

A pair of almond eyes, a pair of eyes with endless anger, endless sorrow, endless hatred, and endless fear.

Those eyes just looked at them with contempt, like a living sister Hua.

She is still alive!

In such a strong fire, he still did not die!
"Burn, fill me with grass, continue to burn..."

Looking at those contemptuous eyes, the old village chief roared like crazy!

This time, people became scared, scared, no one went to get hay, and no one dared to leave without permission, they just stood there looking at those eyes, looking at the dark beads, such a pair of Eyes of endless sorrow.

"what……"

The old village chief couldn't bear the blow of this fear anymore, he snatched the pitchfork from someone's hand, and ran to the statue at the risk of the hot air that was still rising from the ashes on the ground. In front of the pillar, he stabbed down fiercely.

puff!

The tip of the pitchfork sank into one of the eyes, making a flesh-like sound.An eyeball fell into the grass ash and disappeared.

The old village chief was terrified by this weird scene, but he couldn't think of anything else at this moment, he gritted his teeth, and went down with a fork again...

The second eyeball also fell into the grass ash!
Then on the statue pillar, two lines of blood flowed down, staining the pillar with two blood-red marks.

"what……"

The old village chief threw away his pitchfork and sat down in the ashes. No matter how high the temperature was below, he couldn't divert his attention.

"A sin!"

The hunched old lady raised her crutches and screamed to the sky. In an instant, her back that had been lumpy for decades straightened out.

(End of this chapter)