Chapter 358: Ghostbusters (13)

Until now, in this situation, he felt a chill in his heart, and the hand holding the saber began to tremble faintly.
　　 "Impossible! There will be no such absurd thing!"
　　 Pulled out his saber sharply, the blade pointed at the priest
　　 "I don't believe it! You are lying! I want to kill you!"
　　 said, waving his sword up, Ajin looked up at the officer. She had no intention of killing him. This kind of enemies still allowed San Niang to deal with the hatred personally. She is awesome,
"Ding--"
　　 The officer's long knife broke in the air, and the sharp tip of the knife was rotated in a circle and inserted straight in front of the officer's feet. The tip of the knife only had to be a little backward. He had no doubt that his toes would be cut off.
　　 This is a warning, and one step further is death.
　　The cold sweat on the officer's forehead ran down his cheek, and he slowly inserted the remaining blade into the scabbard.
　　 The little Taoist was also surprised by A Jin's shot, she didn't kill anybody! A Mosha didn't kill anyone!
　　 Officer looked at the tip of the knife in front of his feet. If he took a step back today, it would mean that he was afraid. Throughout his dozens of years in his life, countless times, large and small battlefields, countless murders, he even counseled here, and even counseled the invisible.
　　 He hesitated, the sweat on his forehead was faster, the soldiers behind him were ready, and only with his order, they would surely slaughter the whole village.
　　The officer slowly raised his right hand and waved, trembling his lips and said a word.
　　 "Withdraw!"
　　The soldiers behind him immediately put away their knives and guns, returned to formation from everywhere, and quickly retreated.
　　The officer looked at the young priest. The distance between the two was less than ten meters, but he dared not step forward.
　　 "I remember what happened today."
　　 turned around and walked away without any hesitation and hesitation, and walked out of the village in a few breaths and disappeared.
　　 The young Taoist couldn't guess A Jin's mind. He didn't know what A Jin wanted to do, and he didn't even think about it. He walked step by step, and there must be a way to the mountain.
　　 He walked to the village head to support him:
　　 "Old man, go back and rest. The village depends on you, you can't fall down."
　　 The little Taoist helped the village head back. He felt his thin arms and looked at him with a more gray face than before, as if he would die soon.
"Mr. Zhang, there is nothing when people die. Even if they become ghosts, they are just chaotic and unintelligent. They don't even know the past and present life. If they don't meet a Taoist or a monk who can be overwhelming, they will always float in the world, full. Being tortured, so is the wife and young love. If you want to be reunited with them after death, I advise you to dispel this idea. Let’s not talk about them first, just say that you can’t stay awake, and where can you find the reason to find How about them."
　　 The village chief did not respond, and the two remained silent for a long time.
　　 At this time, Uncle Hua ran out of the house and caught up with them all the way.
　　 "Brother, are you okay? What the is going on again? Let's fight with them!"
　　 The village head slapped on his back, making a loud crunch.
　　 "Fight! Fight! Fight! What fight! Do you have a bayonet! Do you have a gun! Are you going to die? Are there not enough people to die in the village! Are they all dead!"
　　 Uncle Hua looked red and was emotional.
　　 "Then what do you say! Is that how to endure? Is our hatred not reported?"
　　 Speaking of this, the gray defeat on the head of the village disappeared, and he cheered up again.
"Forbear! You must be forbearing! San Niang, they can't die in vain, and our revenge must be reported! But not now, now we have nothing, rushing to die, no matter how much we suffocate, how much fools, you have to give me endure!"
　　Uncle Hua threw a few punches at the wall: "When is such a day a head!"
　　 The head of the village continued to walk home, and just after stepping out of progress, he looked back at Uncle Hua.
　　 "You call everyone to have a meeting."
　　A Jin has been listening to their conversations, perhaps because of the suppression by A Jin, Hua San Niang's resentment seems to have calmed down a lot.
　　 is at least not going to endlessly, which makes Ajin save trouble. After all, she has to distract herself to suppress the resentment in her body. She is also troubled.
　　The little priest helped the village head back home, and the village head clapped his hand and said:
　　 "Teacher, I'm hurting you."
　　The little Taoist shook his head: "I am also a person in the red dust. Although our rules are different, I can't just stand by while being born."
　　 The village chief paid a deep salute to him: "Since that is the case, I would like to thank the leader."
　　 The two chatted for a while, and the heads of households in the village came to the head of the village successively after receiving notice from Uncle Hua.
After a quarter of an hour, Uncle Hua San took the last person in and sat down, and the village chief began the meeting.
　　 "Just now, the little devil came, he said that let our family give out a bag of grain, and their grain is in trouble."
　　 As soon as the voice fell, the house exploded with excitement and scolding, and the village head did not stop it, letting it vent, and after the scolding, everyone calmed down again and waited for his following.
　　 "Now the market is not good, we don't have so much food, even if there is, we will never give them!"
　　 "Yes! That's right!"
　　 "Do not give them to dogs!"
　　 The village chief waved his hand and motioned them to continue listening.
"I believe that there will always be the People's Liberation Army to save us. Before they come, our most important thing is to protect ourselves! There will be no unnecessary casualties! After everyone goes back, we will hide the rest of the family's food and make a total of five in the village. Give them bags, and they will have an explanation when they come."
"That village head, what shall we give?" a black-faced man asked~EbookFREE.me~ The person beside him glared at him: "Give it! Give bran! Give coarse grains! It is impossible to give white flour! "
　　Everyone talked about it again, but the head of the village remained silent with his head down.
　　The little Taoist hid aside and quietly asked Ajin: "How? Did you remember what you wanted to do?"
　　 Ajin still shook his head: "No, but there is good news."
　　 The little priest covered his face with wide robe sleeves and looked at her in surprise: "What good news?"
　　 Perhaps San Niang heard their talk, perhaps San Niang began to understand the village chief. During the meeting, A Jin felt that the resentment in her body had dissipated.
　　 "The resentment has dispersed."
　　 This is the greatest good news for the little Taoist. He carefully looked at the magic patterns on Ajin's forehead. Although he could not see any change, it was stronger than the increase in dissipation.
　　 "That's great, it shows that it's still useful here!"
　　 Speaking of this, the little Taoist asked again: "Where did your mother go? Why did you let her go?"
　　 "I didn't let her go, she wanted to go, but I didn't know where I went."
　　 The young priest is in a hurry. If she goes to seek revenge, she is afraid that she is irrational and kills innocents indiscriminately on the road. Isn't that much resentment?
　　 "That's your mother, why don't you look up to her! That's your mother, and her daughter can't recognize her in front of her. Alas..."
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