Creation Fishing System

After Chu Yun and his disciple left, the old village chief called out the people in the village. Together, they went outside the village and dragged the corpses of the Heihu Mountain bandits killed by Yang Jian to the graveyard outside the village.    

Cries that sounded like pigs being slaughtered rang out in the crowd. Most of them were women in the village. They were basically the families of the dead mountain bandits. In the past, they relied on the fierceness of the men to tyrannically abuse their power in the village. Now that the man was dead, the sound of him crying shook the heaven and earth, and his momentum did not decrease at all.    

"Alright. . . "    

The old village chief shook his head and sighed softly. He said, "In any case, they came from our Quan Yong Village. Even if those mountain bandits are considered half of the village, they are now killed. They need to be buried properly. Everyone, waste your energy. Dig a hole for each of them and bury them. "    

As soon as he finished speaking, the villagers looked at the corpses and their hearts were heavy. They were still somewhat unwilling. After all. . . These people usually tyrannically bullied people in the village. Most of them wanted these people to expose their corpses in the wilderness. It would be best if their corpses were taken away by the wolfdogs to vent their anger.    

However, after the old village chief finished speaking, he had already picked up a hoe and dug a pit in the open space. It played a role as an example.    

The villagers were also afraid that if they left the corpses alone, the bandits of Heihu Mountain would come to settle accounts. At that time, they would have to bear the consequences. Hence, they dug up pits one after another and dug out twenty to twenty graves in the cemetery.    

During the process, a few skinny men would occasionally use a strange gaze to look at the old village chief who was silently digging a pit.    

Although none of them had passed through the air, in reality, these people had the same idea. That was, when everyone returned tonight, they would take advantage of the darkness to kill the old village chief, then report to the bandits of Heihu Mountain overnight, and give them a pledge of allegiance.    

Although they didn't have any questions, they knew the principle of sending a letter as soon as possible. Chu Yun and his disciple had just left Quanyong Village not long ago, so sending out this information at this time was the most valuable thing.    

Although the mountain bandits didn't care about their skinny bodies, they were happy to promote the villagers who had made valuable contributions.    

After all. . .    

This way, they could set an example for the other villagers and also set an example for them, which was that they would have meat to eat if they followed the Heihu Mountain.    

At this moment, the sky had already darkened. The villagers lit some torches and dug a pit for a long time. Soon, they dug out the corresponding number of graves and buried the corpses of the bandits one by one.    

When the villagers finished their work and heaved a long sigh of relief, preparing to return to their respective homes to sleep, they realized that the old village chief was still silently digging a pit.    

"Uncle Pine Root, there's no need to dig anymore!"    

A simple and honest villager came forward and pulled the old village chief with a smile. He said, "Those bandits have already been buried. Each of them is digging a pit. You have dug too many graves"    

"Not much, not much. . . "    

The old village chief shook his head. He was already old and his physical strength had deteriorated greatly. When others finished digging the entire grave, he did not even dig out half of it. Now that the hoe had been taken away, he was so tired that he could not stand properly and almost fell to the ground. In the end, he was held up by the young villagers beside him.    

He stood up unsteadily. His muddy eyes revealed a trace of faint light. He swept across the faces of the villagers in front of him and said,. . . "This tomb, I dug it for myself. "    

The moment he said this, the villagers who were supporting the old village chief jumped in fright. The crowd in front of them also went into an uproar. Only the few people who had evil intentions had complicated expressions on their faces. However, they remained silent and did not say anything.    

"I know that you have a lot of people. We will not be able to wait for seven days. We will return now. You are going to kill me, the old bones. . . We are all from the same village. I know what you are going to do. I don't blame you. When you said those words to the two foreigners, This old bone of mine is already dead. "    

The old village chief let out a long sigh and said, "Actually, in this matter, we don't have many choices. Or rather, we don't have any choice. If we don't report to the bandits today, even if we delay it for a day, the bandits of Heihu Mountain will definitely come after us.    

I understand your thoughts. Living in this world, we can only do this. So, I, the old man, will be buried here today for the sake of everyone's good.    

But. . .    

There is one thing, I, the old man, can't accommodate you. That is, you can't use my head to prove your allegiance, that is not the right path.    

For the past ten to twenty years, although the Heihu Mountain has been unable to fall in Heiyun Mountain Range, the officials and soldiers of the government have never stopped exterminating the bandits.    

We lived a tough life as ordinary villagers in the village. We were a little aggrieved, but at least we were stable. Whether it was the bandits in Heihu Mountain, the chivalrous men passing by, or the government officials and soldiers, they would not take us down. This was the best outcome for us to live in this kind of world.    

So, after I die, you can go and report to the bandits, or to the bandits, but. . . You will not dare to go on the wrong path by mistake. You will not have a good end. . . So, after I die, you can go and report to the bandits, but. . . You will not dare to go on the wrong path by mistake. You will not have a good end. . . "    

“. . . ”    

The old village chief advised earnestly. The villagers looked at him standing alone in front of the newly dug grave. Their hearts were extremely heavy and complicated.    

Among the five or six villagers who had malicious intentions, two or three of them closed their eyes and let out a long sigh. They were already planning to give up.    

But. . .    

Two of them, in silence, took a few steps forward and arrived in front of the old village chief.    

These two people were not young, close to forty years old. Their physiques were thin and weak, but they looked very similar. One of them was called Wang Ji, and the other was called Wang Lee. They were brothers. At the same time, they were also two innate disabilities. One of them was blind, and the other one was blind. The other was deaf in one ear.    

These two brothers, among the hundreds of people in Quan Yong Village, had always been like stepping stones at the bottom of the food chain. They normally suffered the humiliation and ridicule of those bandits.    

"If we don't make some changes while living in this world, we might as well just die like this. . . "    

Wang Ji opened one eye, the other eye was grayish white, his eyelids couldn't be closed, they were burnt to a crisp. There were many traces of being punched and kicked on his face and body.    

His younger brother, Wang Lee, also looked extremely miserable. Not to mention the injuries on his body. His right ear was completely bare, and there was only a hideous scar left on the root of his ear. Someone had actually used a knife to cut off his entire ear.    

One of his ears was deaf, but he was not that deaf.    

Instead, after the bandits found out that his right ear could not hear him, they teased him and said, Since you can't hear me, why do you have ears? Why don't you just cut it off?    

Then. . .    

The bandits took advantage of the alcohol and really went forward to hold Wang Lee down and cut off his ear. When Wang Lee was still screaming in pain, they stuffed the broken ear into his mouth and forced him to eat it.    

Wang Ji's eye was burned because the bandits thought that his eye was born blind. It was useless to keep it. If he burned it with fire, perhaps it could bring him back to life.    

The cruelty of bandits was not as simple as killing people as grass.    

The real cruelty of them was that they did not treat people as living people, but as entertainment tools.    

"Why. . . Is it you guys. . . "    

The old village chief staggered. He had thought about it just now. Who would stand out? It might be the black kid from the pig slaughtering family. It could also be the third child who was hunting. Those two had wanted to join Heihu Mountain for a long time. It was just that they never had the chance, but never would they have thought. . . The people who walked out were actually Wang Ji and Wang Lee.    

"Uncle Pine Root, we have had enough of being bullied like this. . . Since you don't want to live anymore, can you give your head to us?"    

Wang Ji looked at the old village chief. His tone was extremely oppressive. He forced himself to maintain his composure. The words he said were as simple as borrowing an egg from the old village chief.    

The old village chief fell silent. He sat on the ground, not knowing how to answer.    

Even. . .    

He did not know how to refuse. . .    

And. . .    

He didn't know if he should refuse or not!    

He was willing to die for the sake of the village. After all, he had lived for so long, and he had lived long enough.    

However, the old village chief was unwilling to let someone carry his head to prove his loyalty. In the old village chief's opinion, other than his own unwillingness, it was not necessarily the right path for the person who had obtained the proof of allegiance.    

How could a bandit get a good ending?    

But. . .    

As for Wang Ji and Wang Lee. . .    

The old village chief was unable to say such words!    

The villagers who lived in Heiyun Mountain Range were already in a very miserable state, and were born with disabilities. The Wang Ji and Wang Lee brothers were even more miserable!    

When the bandits bullied the two brothers and treated them as crippled toys, the villagers were powerless to stop them. Or rather, they did not want to stop them. After all, the bandits always bullied others. If they did not bully the two brothers, they would bully others. Who would be willing to bear the responsibility for them?    

No one.    

And now, Wang Ji and Wang Lee wanted to use his head to exchange for a life that would not be bullied. How could the old village chief refuse?    

Should he refuse?    

The old village chief was at a loss. His lips were trembling, and his heart was at a loss.    

Wang Ji and Wang Lee lived not far away from him. For many days and nights, the old village chief could hear the two brothers crying and screaming at home. He wanted to help them, but he could not.    

And now. . .    

He seemed to be able to help, but, to let the two of them become bandits, was he really helping them?    

No. . .    

Apart from this, what other choice did Wang Ji and Wang Lee have? Did they have any other path to take?    

It was just as the two brothers had said.    

If they didn't make any changes in their lives, they might as well die.    

No matter what kind of change they made, it would be better than their lives right now, right? In any case, to them, there was no worse situation, right?    

The old butler slowly closed his eyes. After thinking it through, he pulled open his collar and revealed his thin neck. He said to Wang Ji and Wang Lee, "Alright, take it away. . . "