Chapter 1020： you bastard

The village has no name.

Because this place is so poor that even a literate person is reluctant to come here.

The villagers have faced the loess and turned their backs to the sky for generations and have been poor all their lives.

They are also eager to change their destiny and go to a better metropolis, but they have no way.

This desire to get rid of the status quo has gradually become their obsession from generation to generation.

Every year, young people leave the village to go to the metropolis they yearn for, but year after year they have no way to live in the city, they can only go back to the place where they were born.

What is even more frightening is that the hearts of those who have seen the bustling metropolis have been distorted by desire.

They are no longer content with the original life of poverty and happiness, and they want to gain more wealth.

At the beginning, they only dared to do some petty theft, or sold their daughters in exchange for such a meager money.

Later they tasted the sweetness.

Women have become equivalent in this dilapidated mountain village.

Their interest chains are interspersed more and more widely, and they go deeper and deeper, and naturally they also come into contact with things that they have not been able to touch before.

One day, when they were selling women, they came into contact with a saint who claimed to be from the far west.

The so-called sage told the local villagers that the reason why the village has not been prosperous is because their luck has been stolen.

Even if they can get short-term money now, it will disappear quickly.

In order for them to make better money and keep the money in their own hands, they only have one way, and that is to get their stolen luck back.

This so-called saint reveals good upbringing in his words and deeds, and he can even do some things that the villagers think are close to gods.

So from this day onwards, they became crazy believers of this saint, as long as every word he said was treasured by the villagers.

And what they are most concerned about is undoubtedly how to get back the stolen luck.

The sage gave them a trick, hollowing out a large piece under the cellar of the village chief's house, making a nearly airtight nest.

In the lair, he set up a circular altar and carved the so-called transport rune on the altar to tell everyone in the village.

As long as enough women's blood is regularly offered, their luck will come back.

People with no culture and no faith saw their so-called miracles, so they implemented the words of the saints as if they were imperial edicts. From that day on, the women in the small mountain villages could not escape.

They were kept like beasts in underground dens and fed on a regular basis for regular bloodletting.

Then, the economic situation in the mountain village is indeed getting better day by day, and everyone is rejoicing.

No, it should be said that all men are having a blast.

They stepped on the bones of women and built their own amusement park.

But the good times don't last long, and gradually they make money more and more slowly, and even lose money.

They did everything possible to find the so-called saint request, what should he do?

The sage told them that the quality of women in the mountain village was too low, and there was no way to satisfy them. The more they wanted to get back all their luck, the more they could earn and get back, they had to provide the blood of higher-quality women.

Later, the mountain village slowly changed.

Its appearance is still as dilapidated as before, but in that underground cave, the men have built a magnificent palace.

They use their previous experience of human trafficking to coax a large number of women from other places or other villages.

The disappearance of women during that period also made the most shocking headlines in the local newspapers.

None of this could stop the man from the mountain village from acting madly.

Then the saint disappeared.

After he disappeared, the people in the mountain village were indeed happy for a while, but soon they found that the women who had been abducted seemed to have no way to keep the altar running.

They need more and fresher blood, poured into the altar to feed them.

It's almost an endless loop!

But what they did before was too wild, even if there was no evidence, some people had doubts about them, and it was getting harder and harder for women to abduct them.

After losing the female blood supply on the first day, the altar slowly began to dry up.

The most terrifying thing is that those men who are still very young are aging at a speed visible to the naked eye. They change almost every day, and soon there are only young people with old faces in the whole village.

The people in the village were in an endless panic, and they began to look around for a solution.

But the so-called solution is to kill more women and take more blood.

Later, they also learned to be smart, to select those higher-quality prey, and raise them in captivity.

In order to ensure a steady stream of women, they and these captured women gave birth to the next generation.

Generations of curses have been engraved on those women, and they have become shackles that they will never be able to break free.

The village chief's narration has ended here. After Lin Ming heard it, he kicked him in the lower abdomen and kicked him out.

Even though this was not enough, he walked up to the village chief who was kicked away, grabbed his collar fiercely, and questioned him.

"Are you still human? What's the difference between what you do and beasts?"

The village chief had been beaten to the point where he could not stand upright, and he held his hand tremblingly, wanting to beg him for forgiveness.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I also want to live."

"As long as you don't kill me, I'll release everyone here immediately."

Lin Ming looked at his eyes.

There was only fear and worry in those eyes, not the slightest remorse.

Until now, in the heart of this so-called village chief, he still didn't feel that what he did was wrong, but he just started to apologize because he loved more than his life.

Such beasts do not deserve to live in the world at all.

"The saint in this story is a little strange."

Xie Jianjia spoke with a solemn expression.

"In my impression, there is no way to regain luck that requires a lot of female blood."

Xie Jianjia sighed regretfully.

"Unfortunately, I can't see it now. If I can see the runes on the altar, maybe I can roughly guess who caused this tragedy."

Lin Ming was thoughtful after listening to his words.

"You can't see it now. If I trace it down, can you see it when you can see it?"

"of course can."

Xie Jianjia did not refuse.

"But this kind of rune or formation that needs to be maintained for a long time, once the supply of blood is interrupted here, the person who created him should have a sense."

"I don't know when my eyes will heal, I'm afraid the culprit will have escaped by then."

Xie Jianjia touched her eyes and pursed the corners of her lips regretfully again.