After the Strange Talk Prevails

"No one asked Wu Qian, did Xiaoyu kill him?" Zhou Ming asked.

Shen Xuebin's eyebrows lifted, and he said in a serious way: "Who dares to ask him! Whoever cares about this kind of thing will die! His parents won't care, naturally no one will ask."

"How about Xiaoyu's parents? My daughter is gone, don't you care?" Wang Siyan wondered.

Shen Xuebin sighed and said helplessly: "Just tell you this, as long as you are not capable of walking out of Sanyang Village, even if the mountain king kills your wife with a dog, you should not seek justice. You will not think that. The barrel machine gun is for decoration, right? There is no law here!"

"So you mean... Wu Mingxing still thinks that Xiaoyu didn't disappear because of weirdness?"

"Yes, he feels he has been retaliated!"

"Then what's the matter with the local rumors?"

"Do you think Star Wu looks like a fool? Anyone who is smart will believe rumors? The government has nothing to do to conduct biochemical experiments in this poor mountain valley? The beast in human skin is so good! He doesn't know that it is extracted from the mine. Who are you selling this stuff to?" Shen Xuebin couldn't help but scolded Shan Wang.

Then he shook his head and sighed again, and said with emotion: "They are all deceiving the ignorant villagers."

The stability of Sanyang Village is a distortion based purely on violence. The ruler’s will is the biggest law here, and this so-called law also changes with the ruler’s thinking. The mood is constantly changing.

Ordinary people don’t know what they need to obey at all. They want to live here. There is only one way, that is, absolute obedience, absolute obedience, treating themselves as donkeys and cows, enduring the pain of lashing, and fulfilling the duties assigned by the mountain king. A day is a lingering day.

After listening to Shen Xuebin's words, Zhou Ming leaned against the wall and fell into deep thought.

The credibility of the information Shen Xuebin said needs to be carefully considered.

Seeing that Zhou Ming was seriously thinking about it, Wang Siyan had no time to respond, so he thanked Shen Xuebin on his behalf: "Thanks, this information is very important, thanks to you."

"You are welcome, you two are our benefactors." Shen Xuebin said sincerely, then turned and left.

At this time, only the old father of Shan Wang and Zhou Ming Wang Siyan were left in the room.

I just heard from Shen Xuebin that rumors are tools used by the mountain kings to raise villagers’ hostility to the government, not a conspiracy made by monks.

But the smiling face also accurately locked the road in Sanyang Village, proving that what happened in Sanyang Village was definitely related to them.

There are contradictions between the two pieces of information.

This is really a headache.

"Your mask is very handsome." Wang Siyan said suddenly.

"Huh?" Zhou Ming raised his head and looked at each other in surprise.

Wang Siyan let out a laugh, and slapped Zhou Ming's shoulder vigorously: "Just kidding, let's relax a little by seeing you think things are so serious!"

"It's not funny at all, I feel completely clueless." Zhou Ming muttered to himself, turning his head to look at Wu Zhuang who started to doze on the bed.

"Then just kill a few people to relax, anyway, there are a lot of scum here, isn't it?" Wang Siyan said suddenly coldly.

Zhou Ming turned his head abruptly to look at Wang Siyan, only to see the other person wearing a fox mask, observing the layout of the room boredly.

"You just said murder?" Zhou Ming asked tentatively.

Wang Siyan was taken aback: "What murder?"

"It's your auditory hallucinations. She didn't say murder just now." Ping Xingyue's voice suddenly came from the front, and Zhou Ming suddenly turned his head to look at the sound source.

He saw Ping Xingyue sitting on a stool next to the bed with a straight back, one hand holding a deerstalker hat, and the other holding the brown bow tie around his neck. His posture was as beautiful as a model, full of calm and intellectual beauty. , There was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, unparalleled confidence.

"Some people here are exploiting people, people are no longer people, everyone is falling, but some people drink other people's blood as wine during the fall, and too many people are chasing the carnival before destruction... everything is in destruction."

Zhou Ming's breathing began to rush, he stared at Ping Xingyue intently, waiting for the other party to say the next words.

Ping Xingyue stood up from the stool, slowly turned around, facing Zhou Ming, the smile on her face gradually disappeared, her eyes were cold and firm.

"This world is derailed, you have to correct it!"

...

"Zhou Ming!...Zhou Ming!"

Wang Siyan's voice was transmitted to his brain, causing Zhou Ming to wake up completely as if he was slapped in the face when he just woke up.

Ping Xingyue's phantom disappeared, and only those few words reverberated in his ears. He felt cold all over and his heartbeat was extremely fierce.

"What's wrong with you? Why don't you speak?" Wang Siyan stared at Zhou Ming nervously. She looked at the other's violently undulating chest, as if she had guessed something, and asked in a deep voice, "You have seen the hallucination again!"

Zhou Ming nodded, "Yeah".

"Is it my illusion?" Wang Siyan asked, because she remembered Zhou Ming asked her an inexplicable question just now.

"Yeah." Zhou Ming calmed down again, thinking that he should start the physical and spiritual ritual as soon as possible.

This feeling is quite bad. Ping Xingyue's few words just now caused such a big fluctuation in his mood.

He couldn't describe his feelings in words, only he knew that Heping Xingyue had a great resonance just now. He seemed to be able to fully understand what the other party was saying...No, that was not Ping Xingyue, and the thing that resonated with him did not exist at all. Phantom.

No wonder textbooks say that this phenomenon is called intellectual evaporation. Sure enough, this is not a phenomenon that can be resisted by willpower.

...

At night, it rained in Goat Village.

No one knows why Sanyang Rock Hill is a desert area, but Sanyang Village is full of rain and there is a large forest behind it.

This is a rare sudden torrential rain, and violent rain engulfed in a squally wind came to this poor mountain village.

The room was dark ~www.readwn.com~ Sometimes lightning shone through. Zhou Ming and Wang Siyan sat at the door, watching the light traces of the lightning inverted on the window glass, watching the rain beating on the window one by one. There was a crackling sound, and the windows shook.

In the garden of the dark night, the trees were bent down, and in the screaming wind, every soft branch and leaf was straightened into a straight line, like a dancing claw, the muffled thunder continued, the sky was roaring and roaring, this night There is an ominous atmosphere everywhere.

But on such a weird rainy night, the old man on the bed slept particularly peacefully, unmoved by the frightening storm.

Zhou Ming violated Wu Xingxing's meaning. Instead of sitting outside the door, Zhou Ming chose to sit in the room near the door.

He felt that this way he could better observe Wu Zhuang's mental condition and determine whether this was a hallucination or indeed.

"On such a stormy night, he could still sleep so soundly, feeling that even if someone knocks on the door, he won't wake up." Wang Siyan said.

"Yes, but I always feel it's not that simple."

Zhou Ming and Wang Siyan spoke softly in the roar of the rainstorm, like two conspiring criminals.