Chapter 1320: Numbness and guidance

Being gathered and called out all day long, being killed as soon as they resisted, dying faster the more they resisted... No matter who it was, after living such days for a long time, the only thought left was probably to pray that they wouldn't be eaten tomorrow.

Revenge? The weak don't deserve it.

Waiting for a few more breaths with no movement, Dong Rui was about to speak again, but He Lingchuan raised his hand to interrupt him, pointing his spear at Zhao Guangzhi: "Whoever hits him first gets food."

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

Then, there was no then.

Both sides fell into an awkward silence again, but some villagers began to size up Zhao Guangzhi. In any case, this person was tied up; he couldn't cause any more trouble, right? He Lingchuan gave sufficient patience.

It doesn't matter; revenge also needs guidance.

Finally, under the watchful eyes of everyone, an eleven or twelve-year-old boy suddenly walked out. His family wanted to pull him back, but he shook them off.

He forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart and looked up to ask the black-armored leader: "Hit him once, is there really something to eat?"

The other side nodded slightly.

Dong Rui cooperated by taking out a large pancake, sprinkled with sesame and green onions.

The boy took a stone from behind and threw it at Zhao Guangzhi.

He had been hungry for many days and had no strength; the stone hit Zhao Guangzhi's forehead and bounced off. Zhao was a martial artist with thick skin and flesh; this pebble couldn't cause him any harm at all.

But the boy had indeed hit him.

Dong Rui beckoned to him, holding the pancake and pushing it forward, letting him come and take it himself.

The boy was afraid, hesitating in place for a few breaths, but in the end, hunger prevailed, urging him to slowly pace over.

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

All the knights laughed; never turn your back on the enemy, this child was still too young.

Fortunately, the mask blocked their smiles.

The boy hadn't stood steady after drilling back into the crowd before he started gnawing on the pancake, tearing off two pieces and handing them to his family.

Others heard the sound of them chewing, as if smelling the aroma of wheat pancakes, and all felt saliva in their throats.

Dong Rui took out a few more large pancakes and shook them at the crowd.

Without him having to speak again, three or four villagers spontaneously went to pick up things and throw them at Zhao Guangzhi.

They all got pancakes.

One of them didn't know where he found a long wooden stick and hit Zhao Guangzhi fiercely on the face.

With a *snap*, it was both crisp and loud, and wood chips flew everywhere.

The wooden stick also had wood thorns, all stuck in Zhao Guangzhi's face, almost blinding him.

His face swelled immediately; not only swollen, but also bleeding.

Dong Rui praised "Well hit" and threw two large pancakes to this villager.

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

Beating the cannibal demon Zhao Guangzhi not only didn't get punished, but also got food!

In that case, in that case—

Zhao Guangzhi had really fallen? He could never raise his butcher's knife against them again!

The sky of Liuping was really about to change.

The villagers looked at each other, pondering the flavor, their eyes growing rounder and rounder.

No way? They weren't dreaming, were they? This was also too, too...

The black-armored leader asked again, his powerful voice echoing in everyone's heart like a morning bell and evening drum: "Who else!"

He was asking, who wanted revenge?

A few people immediately stepped out of the crowd, shouting one after another: "I'll come, I'll come!"

No matter what the intentions of this black-armored army were, they had at least given them a chance.

What Zhao Guangzhi had done to them in the past, they could now do to Zhao Guangzhi! The villagers' eyes began to change.

Among them was actually a woman, dry and thin, her hair as sallow as her complexion.

But she spoke the earliest, and her steps were the most determined.

"You have today too!" She spat fiercely on Zhao Guangzhi's face: "Stand him up!"

The round log for tying people wasn't light, plus the weight of a big man, it took several people working together to lift it, stand it on the ground, and then put Zhao Guangzhi's legs into the pot—

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

Now, everyone understood what they wanted to do:

Cook this cannibal demon! An eye for an eye, blood for blood!

Everyone watched without daring to breathe, fearing to miss any wonderful moment.

Wanqifeng stepped forward and removed the hemp ball from Zhao Guangzhi's mouth.

This person made a few *pfft* sounds, followed by begging He Lingchuan for mercy.

Just now, he had watched the whole process of Liu Shuheng suffering stoning in Shizhou Tou. But compared to the torture he was about to suffer, stoning was simply too gentle.

He begged until his voice changed, and only then did the black-armored leader slowly hold up three fingers: "Your crimes are heinous, you must die, but as long as three people speak for you, you can be exempted from the pot-boiling punishment."

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

How could he beg the watching Liuping people: "Fellow villagers, my sins are heavy, I deserve to die, I beg you to grant me a quick death!"

Everyone looked at him, their faces indifferent.

Some were expectant, like the yellow-haired woman.

"I killed your loved ones, I know my sins!" Zhao Guangzhi shouted, "But the dead cannot be resurrected, I am willing to compensate, I am willing to compensate, I have one hundred thousand taels of silver that I can distribute to everyone!"

He also understood in his heart that he couldn't escape death tonight, and now he only begged for a quick death.

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

"Living people must plan for themselves. Do you want to eat white rice, do you want to eat meat?"

Hearing him say this, several people watching subconsciously swallowed their saliva.

This was an instinctive reaction; after all, being hungry was true, and not having rice or flour for more than ten days was also true.

There's a play, there's hope! Zhao Guangzhi was overjoyed and wanted to continue to persuade, but the woman said coldly:

"Meat? The meat you speak of, is it human meat?"

She walked out step by step, the firelight dancing in her eyes: "Is it the meat cut from my brother, or from the bodies of their loved ones?"

This sentence made others' eyes red.

Several men immediately shouted from 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!"

"The drama you love most isn't letting us choose who to send to death and who to be eaten? And you laugh on the side!" The woman stared at Zhao Guangzhi, making him feel a chill from the bottom of his heart, "Now it's my turn to choose! I want the meat from your heart!"

The water below his thighs was getting hotter and hotter; Zhao Guangzhi concentrated and shouted: "Shut up, all shut up! Does it have anything to do with you? I only need three people to raise their hands, three people!"

The people of Liuping stared at him expressionlessly.

"Three people can split one hundred thousand taels, more than thirty thousand taels each!" The reward increased a hundredfold, and Zhao Guangzhi didn't believe no one would be tempted. These lowly people would do anything for money! "This is thirty thousand taels! You mud-legged people can't earn so much in ten lifetimes!"

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