The heroine of the abuse text just wants to fly to become a fairy

Chapter 67
Most of them died, but a few survived.

For those who survived, Chengfeng no longer knew whether they were considered "human beings".

Through Xiaoqin's eyes, she saw the group of guys who were neither human nor ghost - their eyes were sunken and black, their eyes were like beasts, and the slightest movement was enough to make those people sharp and aggressive.

Humanity is gradually dissipating in this increasingly desolate town.

But what surprised Chengfeng the most was that Xiaoqin didn't die, which she didn't expect.

When Chengfeng thought Xiaoqin was dead several times, he could feel her faint heartbeat.

As if God had opened his eyes, a few more mice came out from under the bed at some point.

When Xiaoqin heard the squeaking mouse, her eyes lit up instantly, and she jumped up from the bed as if she had flashed back, and ran under the bed to dig out the mouse nest.

She survived again and even had the strength to step out of the house after eating.

When I went outside, I found that there was almost no one there.

It wasn't until I entered the town that I discovered that all the surviving people had moved into the town.

All gathered together.

Xiaoqin was also brought in by a middle-aged woman: "This child is quite pitiful, he is not dead yet."

The others just glanced up and continued to discuss. No one cared about the life or death of a child.

"It still hasn't rained..."

After this sentence was finished, the crowd fell into a long silence.

After a long time, someone broke the silence: "Perhaps, our sacrifices are not sincere enough."

Immediately, a woman asked back: "Then what else should I do? How can I be sincere?"

The man beside her echoed: "Yes, when we sacrificed before, all the pigs and cattle in the family were killed and used as sacrifices, and I didn't even eat a few bites."

The woman complained in a low voice: "Isn't it? If I knew this was the case, I might as well keep it for myself."

"If this is not sincere, then what do we want?"

"Hush!" The middle-aged man who spoke at the beginning interrupted them nervously, "Don't talk nonsense, what if you are overheard?" It was as if their gods were around them listening to the conversation.

Cheng Feng looked like he wanted to laugh, this man was already out of order.

She has never believed in any supernatural powers, and drought is just a normal natural phenomenon.

Xiaoqin nestled in the corner, crowded with several other skinny children.

All the surviving people are here. Here, the mayor will give everyone some meat every day, very little, not enough to fit between the teeth.

Xiaoqin didn't ask where the meat came from, and she didn't eat it either. The rat meat she ate the day before yesterday was enough for her to last for a while.

After distributing today's food, the conversation fell silent again.

a long time.

"Change another sacrifice." The mayor said hoarsely, and his eyes swept over everyone present, "The cattle, sheep and pigs before are not good things."

The look in his eyes made one's scalp tingle, as if being stared at by a poisonous snake.

The middle-aged man asked: "What?"

The mayor glanced vaguely at the corner: "I had a dream a few days ago, in which the god said, except for the witches, the gods sent disasters to punish us for protecting the witches."

"She is a witch. She has not died after starving for so many days, and she is still alive. It is not normal. As long as the witch is sacrificed, it will rain!" This sentence was suppressed very low.

Xiaoqin didn't notice this gaze, but Chengfeng did.

She could tell at a glance that the mayor was looking at Xiaoqin, and he wanted to use Xiaoqin as a sacrifice.

Then no one spoke.

The mayor made a final decision: "Let's just leave it at that, and prepare in a few days."

The crowd dispersed.

Xiaoqinwo was drowsy in the corner.

Chengfeng thought, this is fine, maybe this is Xiaoqin's fate, just like her own, she can't help herself.

But for some reason in her mind, she suddenly thought of Xiaoqin's glowing black eyes in the dark night, eager to live.

A few days later, the hungry and listless Xiaoqin was taken away by a woman.

Cheng Feng watched coldly, she was just a soul who couldn't control her body, she couldn't do anything except watch.

She watched Xiaoqin being taken to the back mountain and tied to a stake.

"What are you doing?" Xiaoqin became frightened.

The mayor took the lead with a torch: "As long as you sacrifice yourself, the witch, it will rain. It's you, the witch, who caused the drought in the town!"

Xiaoqin couldn't believe it: "I'm not a witch! Why do you say I'm a witch?"

She yelled in despair: "Let go of me! Let me go! I'm Xiaoqin!"

"Shut up! You witch! You said you're not a monster, why are you starving to death alone in the house!"

"That's right, how did you survive as a child after so many people starved to death?"

"She must be a monster!"

"Yes! She caused the drought in the town! So many people died!"

"Burn her! Burn her!"

Xiaoqin's defense was drowned out by the shouts of others.

The mayor let go of the torch in his hand, and the fire ignited.

The girl screamed in fear, and the tongue of fire rolled on her toes.

Chengfeng simultaneously felt the intense burning breath and the pain spreading from his feet to his calf.

The pain was terribly painful, but she couldn't cry out like Xiaoqin.

She even felt her soul evaporate.

When she saw the mayor's old eyes reflecting the fire, she felt as creepy as an ice cave for a moment.

Chengfeng finally realizes that these guys have long since lost their humanity.

Don't know when it started.

Maybe it started with a prolonged drought, maybe it started with people starving to death, maybe it started with them cannibalizing their own species.

In the face of disaster, all hidden bad roots, selfishness and viciousness are exposed.

Only the most primitive cruelty and ignorance remain.

Chengfeng began to feel no pain gradually, and Xiaoqin's voice gradually decreased.

Everyone stared at Xiaoqin who was tied in the middle of the fire with cold eyes.

Any one of them hoped that Xiaoqin would die sooner than Chengfeng.

This momentary recognition made Chengfeng a little sick to his stomach.

Including this sacrifice.

Do they really think Xiaoqin is a witch?
Not necessarily.

Everyone could see Xiaoqin's sallow and emaciated face from starvation, and saw her sickly as if she was about to die in a second.

If she is a witch, will she need food?Still need to go hungry?

Did they really not think of this?

And would burning an innocent girl like this break the drought?

how can that be possible?
Chengfeng felt chills in his soul - they didn't want to burn the so-called witches to death at all, they just liked the burning fire.

(End of this chapter)