Chapter 121 121. Appease the wrath of the sky

  Somewhere in the jungle.

  Beside a thick birch tree, stood a tall and thin middle-aged man, with his face covered and his hands behind his back, staring at the dry stream not far away.

  Suddenly, a figure fell behind him, "Master."

  The middle-aged man spoke slowly, with a thick voice, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

  The figure paused for a moment, then solemnly said, "Master, "One" has disappeared."

  The middle-aged man reacted excitedly, "What?"

  The figure lowered his head, "When I contacted "Yi", no one answered."

  The middle-aged man clenched his fists, "Are you sure that "One" disappeared?"

  The figure said, "Tang Jinghong caught a man in black the day before yesterday. After I heard the news, I rushed to their camp immediately. After they left, I dug him out of the ground to make sure it was correct."

  The middle-aged man closed his eyes and took a breath, suppressing his anger, "Did he say anything?"

   "Master, the "secret guards" have passed the test of life and death, and they will not reveal any secrets, and "Yi" died after biting the poison in his mouth, so he must not have revealed any secrets. Don't worry, Lord."

  Hiding poison in the mouth is a must for meticulous work. In order not to startle the snake, the subordinates who have followed Tang Jinghong for a long time naturally knew what he meant, so they took the plan.

   No, the other party thought that the secret guard died of poisoning, and thought he committed suicide to keep the secret. If Tang Jinghong knew, he would be very happy.

  The middle-aged man nodded, "Okay, send someone to replace "One" again."

  The figure clasped its fists, "Yes, Lord."

  …

   Xiaoye Village.

  In this village, not only the plants were all withered, but the bark was all gnawed off. The disaster was much worse than the village they encountered at the beginning.

  Distribute water porridge to appease the people.

  Chu Qingzhi went to look for the water veins. The soldiers saw that she had found the water veins again, and they were overwhelmed with admiration.

   Tang Jinghong wrote a letter and sent it to the county government.

  The letter said, let the county magistrate find a way to raise some seeds, and then distribute them to the people. With water and seeds, the people will have hope, and they will no longer be refugees.

  The matter of the refugees was so serious that the county magistrate who received the letter did not dare to delay, and immediately found a way to distribute the seeds to the villages.

  In the village, a seven-year-old girl came to Tang Jinghong, "General, thank you, otherwise I will be betrayed by my father."

  Tang Jinghong reached out and patted the little **** the head, "Good boy." He took a bowl, filled it with thick white porridge, and brought it to the little girl, "Drink it."

   "Thank you, General." The little girl didn't drink, but took it home carefully.

  Tang Jinghong was a little curious and followed.

  The little girl's voice came from the room, "Daddy, I'll give you this porridge, don't sell girls."

  The man's voice became nasal, "If you don't sell it, Dad will never sell Niu Niu again."

  The little girl breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a small voice, "Thank you, Daddy."

  Tang Jinghong smiled lightly and left.

   Settle down the villagers and continue to set off.

  …

  A large group of poor and hateful villagers are surrounded by a wide but dry river bank.

   In the center of the crowd, a girl is tied to a gable.

  The girl is dressed up as a bride, but her eyes are dull and her expression is dull. She looks alive but feels dead.

  In front of her, an old woman dressed like a priest was holding a cane and doing magic tricks, chanting incantations that everyone couldn't understand.

  A man rushed over and shouted, "You let Jinniang go, you let her go."

  Two tall and burly men outside the crowd clasped the man's arms, one on the left and the other on the right, "Don't make trouble, if it affects the sacrifice, you won't be able to ask for rain anymore."

   "Yes, what's wrong with sacrificing one of her in exchange for everyone's safety?"

   "The sacrifice has already begun, and she agreed, what are you making trouble about?"

  The villagers accused one after another that the appearance of righteous speech was like the embodiment of justice. Anyway, the sacrifice must not be interfered with.

   "You group of executioners, you are so righteous, why don't you use your own daughter!!"

   "Why would Jinniang sacrifice herself to save you bastards? Why?"

   "You guys are not as good as pigs and dogs, you should die!!"

  The man struggled, cursing hoarsely while crying bitterly.

  When the tied girl saw the man, tears flowed from her eyes, "Goro, go back quickly and forget about me."

  A man next to him came over and hit the man on the back of the neck with a stick in his hand, knocking him unconscious, "It can't affect the sacrifice, and no one can!"

  The scene became quiet, only the voice of the priest chanting, which was a little strange, spreading to all directions under the breeze.

  After the recitation, the priest drew a red-hot dagger from the braziers lit at the four corners and walked towards the girl.

  The girl looked at the fiery red dagger, and her dead eyes couldn't help showing horror, "No, don't..."

  The priest made a bewitching voice, "Don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt, don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt, I will take out your heart in a while, sacrifice it to the angry God, and it will rain."

  The girl cried and shook her head, terrified, her voice trembling, "No, no, I don't want to have my heart cut open, I don't want to be sacrificed..."

  The priest walked up to the girl and untied the girl's clothes with one hand.

  The girl backed away firmly, but the humanoid frame behind her had no way to retreat, "No, don't kill me, don't..."

  The priest raised his dagger and stabbed towards the girl's heart.

   At this moment, the priest's body was shot by an arrow and flew out, "Ah—"

  The dagger in her hand fell into the clothes of the village chief next to her, and immediately there was the smell of burning barbecue, followed by the village chief's scream, "Ahhh—"

  Tang Jinghong held a heavy black bow in his hand. At this time, the bowstring trembled slightly, making a heart-pounding sound.

  His eyes were cold, and he rebuked majesticly, "Bold, how dare you set up a lynching and kill people, arrest them all!"

  The soldiers behind him immediately ran over and surrounded the villagers.

  The villagers became a mess in an instant, and several strong men rushed through the encirclement of the soldiers and fled out.

  An arrow shot over, hitting the thigh of the person running in front, "Ah—"

  Watching the man fall, everyone fell silent instantly, knelt down on the ground, not daring to move.

  The village head finally took the dagger out of his clothes. He knelt down and said, "Mr. Jun, we are forced to do so. You can't blame us all."

  Tang Jinghong sat on the horse and looked down at the village chief, "It hurt people's lives, and you said you had to, but I want to hear what you have to say!"

The village head endured the severe pain in his chest and said, "Master Jun, the old man has not rained for a long time, droughts are everywhere, and the people are struggling to live. They must have committed the wrath of the sky. In this case, we must find a way to calm the wrath of the sky, and sacrifices are the best way." Method!"

  (end of this chapter)