Chapter 1299 Numbness and Guidance

Wanqi Feng made a soft "hush" sound to shut him up.

Being called out and called all day long, being killed if you resist, and the more you resist, the faster you die... No matter who you are, if you live like this for too long, the last thought left is probably to pray that you won't be eaten tomorrow.

Revenge? The weak don't deserve it.

After waiting for a few more breaths, Dong Rui was about to speak again, but He Lingchuan raised his hand to interrupt him, pointing the tip of his gun at Zhao Guangzhi: "Whoever hits him first will have food to eat."

As soon as the word "food" was mentioned, some people swallowed their saliva.

Then, there was nothing else.

Both sides fell into an awkward silence again, but some villagers began to look at Zhao Guangzhi. In any case, this man was tied up, so he couldn't do anything else, right?

He Lingchuan gave enough patience.

It doesn't matter, revenge also needs guidance.

Finally, in full view of the public, a boy of eleven or twelve suddenly walked out. His family wanted to pull him back, but he threw him away.

He suppressed his fear and looked up to ask the black-armored leader: "If I hit him, will there really be something to eat?"

The other party nodded slightly.

Dong Rui cooperated and took out a big pancake with sesame and chopped green onions on it.

The boy took out a stone from his back and threw it at Zhao Guangzhi.

He had been hungry for many days and had no strength. The stone bounced back when it hit Zhao Guangzhi's forehead. Zhao was a martial artist with thick skin and flesh, and the stone did not cause any harm to him at all.

But the boy did hit him.

Dong Rui waved at him, grabbed the pancake and pushed it forward, letting him take it himself.

The boy was afraid and hesitated for a few breaths in place. In the end, hunger prevailed and urged him to walk slowly over.

The next second, he snatched the pancake and ran back to the crowd like a fly.

All the knights laughed. Never turn your back on the enemy. This kid is still too young.

Fortunately, the mask blocked their smiles.

The boy got back into the crowd and before he could stand firm, he ate the pancake in big mouthfuls and tore off two pieces to give to his family.

When others heard the sound of them chewing, it was as if they smelled the aroma of wheat cakes, and their throats were full of saliva.

Dong Rui took out a few more cakes and shook them to the crowd.

Without him saying anything else, three or four villagers went to pick up things and threw them at Zhao Guangzhi.

They all got cakes.

One of them picked up a long wooden stick from somewhere and hit Zhao Guangzhi's face with force.

There was a loud and crisp sound, and wood chips flew everywhere.

There were thorns on the wooden stick, which pierced Zhao Guangzhi's face and almost blinded him.

His face immediately swelled up, and not only swollen, but also oozing blood.

Dong Rui praised "good beating" and threw two cakes to the villager.

The atmosphere of the crowd became lively, different from before.

Beating the cannibal Zhao Guangzhi, not only will not be punished, but there will be food to eat!

So, so -

Zhao Guangzhi really fell?

He can never raise the butcher knife against them again!

The sky of Liuping is really going to change.

The villagers looked at each other, thinking about it, their eyes were getting bigger and bigger.

No way?

Are they dreaming? This is too, too...

The black-armored leader asked again, his powerful voice echoing in everyone's heart, like a morning bell:

"Who else!"

He asked, who wants revenge?

Several people immediately stepped out of the crowd and shouted:

"I'll come, I'll come!"

No matter what the black-armored army intends, they have been given a chance after all.

What Zhao Guangzhi did to them before, they can do to Zhao Guangzhi now!

The eyes of the villagers began to change.

Among them was a woman, dry and thin, with hair and face as sallow.

But she spoke the earliest and her steps were the most resolute.

"You have come to this day!" She spat hard on Zhao Guangzhi's face: "Stand him up!"

The log used to tie people up was not light, and with the weight of a big man, several people worked together to lift the log, stand it on the ground, and then put Zhao Guangzhi's legs into the pot--

The pot was deep, but the water surface only reached Zhao Guangzhi's knees.

Now, everyone understood what they wanted to do:

Cook this ogre!

Tooth for tooth, blood for blood!

Everyone was afraid to breathe, for fear of missing any exciting moment.

Wanqi Feng stepped forward and took out the hemp core from Zhao Guangzhi's mouth.

The man made a few puffs and then begged He Lingchuan for mercy.

He witnessed Liu Shuheng being stoned on the head of the stone helmet. But compared with the torture he was about to suffer, the stoning was extremely gentle.

He begged until his voice changed, and the black-armored leader slowly raised three fingers:

"You are guilty of a heinous crime, and you will definitely die, but as long as three people speak for you, you can avoid being boiled in a pot."

Seeing the eyes of the Liuping people, Zhao Guangzhi felt cold in his heart.

However, his legs were getting hotter and hotter, so he had to beg the Liuping people who were watching:

"Fellow villagers, I have committed serious crimes, I deserve death, I beg you to give me a quick death!"

Everyone looked at him with indifference.

Some people, such as the yellow-haired woman, looked expectant.

"I killed your relatives, I know my crime!" Zhao Guangzhi shouted, "But the dead cannot be resurrected, I am willing to compensate, I am willing to compensate, I have 100,000 taels of silver to share with everyone!"

He also knew in his heart that he would not be able to escape death tonight, and now he just wanted to die happily.

"One hundred thousand taels of silver, each of you can get dozens of taels! You won't have to worry about food and drink for several years!"

"Everyone has to think for themselves. Do you want to eat white rice or meat?"

After hearing what he said, several people watching swallowed their saliva subconsciously.

This was an instinctive reaction. After all, they were really hungry and had not eaten rice or flour for more than ten days.

There is hope! Zhao Guangzhi was overjoyed and wanted to continue to persuade, but the woman said coldly:

"Meat? The meat you are talking about, is it human flesh?"

She walked out step by step, with the flashing fire reflected in her eyes:

"Is it cut from my brother, or from their relatives?"

This sentence made the others' eyes red.

Several men shouted at the side: "I don't want money, I just want your meat!"

"Yes! How you ate my son, I will eat you now!"

"Eat him, eat him!"

"Isn't your favorite play that we choose who will die and who will be eaten? You are laughing on the side!" The woman stared at Zhao Guangzhi, making him feel cold from the bottom of his heart, "Now it's my turn to choose! I want the piece of meat in your heart!"

The thighs below were getting hotter and hotter, Zhao Guangzhi concentrated and shouted: "Shut up, shut up! What's it to you? I just want three people to raise their hands, three people!"

The people in Liuping stared at him expressionlessly.

"Three people can share 100,000 taels, more than 30,000 taels each!" The reward increased a hundred times at once, and Zhao Guangzhi didn't believe that no one would be tempted. These lowly people can do anything for money! "This is 30,000 taels! You mud legs can't make so much money in your lifetime!"