From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 10: The World is Like a Prison [Please collect and vote]

The girls were not very old, and the younger ones were even junior high school girls wearing school uniforms. One of the girls in a yellow dress lay on the ground with a pale face, and there was hardly any air coming into her nose.

Some had struggled and cursed, their bodies covered with whip marks, and the delicate white skin on their necks had been rubbed bloody by the nylon noose.

Skinny Monkey poured the food from the slop bucket into several plates one by one, and several girls bent down with numb expressions and began to eat.

Passing by a particularly skinny girl in jeans, he saw her still feeding the food on her plate to the half-dead girl on the ground bit by bit, and the skinny monkey smiled jokingly:
"Your name is Jin Ying, and it seems like you were deceived into coming here on a trip? Why bother? Your sister is definitely not going to survive. You might as well eat better and gain some weight, so we can sell her to a good family."

The girl raised her head and pursed her lips coldly. Although her face was very thin, her eyes were frighteningly bright, and the hatred in her eyes was about to overflow.

The skinny monkey was startled by the gaze of the cameraman, and when he realized what was happening, he became furious.

"How could I be scared by a pig?!"

The skinny guy slapped Jin Ying immediately.

Jin Ying fell to the ground, her left cheek swollen, and she spat out a mouthful of blood foam.

The skinny monkey spat, his eyes were vicious: "You pig-like thing, you thought you were a high and mighty female college student?! I tell you, I originally wanted to be kind and find a companion for your sister on her way to the underworld, but it's over. If you sell her in a few days, your sister will have to rot in this cellar."

Jin Ying fell to the ground, her body trembling slightly, and her bean-sized eyeballs could no longer hold back and began to slide down.

However, this action tore a big hole in Jin Ying's already worn-out jeans, revealing her smooth calves.

The skinny monkey had been holding back his anger for a few days, and he couldn't help but squat down with a lustful look in his eyes.

Just as he was about to make a move, He Yan next to him poured a bucket of cold water on him: "Shouhou, don't blame me for not reminding you, this is a batch of young melons, the best quality batch in Mazi's hands. If Wang Mazi knew that you broke the melons, you wouldn't be able to sell them at a good price... Hehe, you haven't forgotten how you broke your right hand before, have you?"

After the reminder, the skinny monkey's face changed several times, but he finally reluctantly withdrew his aching right hand.

"Fuck, there are so many that you can't touch, what's the difference between this and raising a group of pigs?!"

The skinny monkey kicked Jin He who was lying on the ground angrily, and his eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

He was different from the others. He Yan loved money, Scarface loved food, and Wang Mazi loved gambling, but he liked to make money. However, facing He Yan and the other two men, whose faces were covered with greasy powder that could cover half a wall, every day made him feel suffocated.

He Yan sneered, twisted her waist to pour the food, and finally pulled the unwilling skinny monkey upstairs to turn off the lights.

With a loud bang, the floor closed and the entire cellar lost all light again.

In the darkness, the rustling sound of eating slowly faded away.

Then there was silence again.

Dead silence.

It’s not that they don’t want to cry, but most of their voices have become hoarse from crying.

Jin Ying curled up on the ground, hugged her sister tightly, tears in her eyes.

If this is a nightmare, then this dream lasted too long...
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One minute after Qi Yong put out his cigarette, a Taoist priest came down the mountain with a fat squirrel, hired at a high price of five nuts, squatting on his shoulder.

Li Yang doesn't have many memories of Shiyang Village.

Meishan County, Shiyang Village... In this parallel world, poor villages are still everywhere, and Shiyang Village is definitely the most genuine one.

In the memory left to him by the original owner, Shiyang Village was once a populous village with a total of two hundred registered households.

Tourism in Baiyun Mountain has been slow to develop. Later, many families moved to the new immigrant village beside the national highway. Now those who remain in the village are either elderly people, or those with financial difficulties or physical illnesses. Therefore, many old houses in the village are empty and unused.

Seeing Li Yang coming down from the mountain, several old men who were sitting and chatting at the entrance of the village immediately cast puzzled looks at him.

"Whose doll is that? Why does it look familiar?"

The owner of the convenience store was a burly middle-aged woman. She brought out a plate of melon seeds, took a look at it, and laughed.

"Isn't that Yangzi? You old guys are so old that you can't see clearly." Seeing the proprietress, Li Yang shrank inexplicably and stepped forward to greet her politely: "Hello, Aunt Li, hello, grandpas."

"That's right. You were a Taoist priest on the mountain, so I didn't pick on you. But now that we're down the mountain, you have to say hello to me when we meet."

Aunt Li smiled and then looked into the memory: "When you were still naked, it was me who fed you milk. I am half your mother."

Li Yang looked at the figure that could lift him up and swing him twenty meters away, and his face felt embarrassed.

The original incarnation of Li Yang was adopted by the old abbot since he was a child. At that time, Li Yang was bare-handed and was brought down the mountain by the old abbot every day to beg for milk. He was quite familiar with the village.

I remember that when the original owner dropped out of school at the age of eighteen, Aunt Li didn't want him to continue being a poor Taoist priest, so she forced him to drink several bowls of rice wine under the pretext of a dropping out of school banquet, and then stripped her daughter and threw her on Li Yang's bed... cough cough cough.

Li Yang had something urgent to do, and when he saw Aunt Li was about to talk about the glorious past when he was a child and played naughty things naked, he stopped talking in a hurry.

"Wulian Tianzun, Auntie, I'm already twenty years old, please give me some face..."

Aunt Li nodded without commenting.

"To be honest, I came down the mountain this time just because of Granny Song's matter, about Chaozi..." Li Yang hesitated to speak
Aunt Li glanced at Li Yang and was a little surprised: "You are well-informed on the mountain. Alas, Chaozi was an honest child. He didn't even have a wife yet, and he died at a young age." After saying that, Aunt Li sighed, and her words were full of regret.

The old man at the side added with a sigh: "He just passed away two days ago. The old woman of the Song family was a pitiful person. Her eyes were almost blinded by crying. She was still standing at the door calling Chaozi in the middle of the night."

Li Yang nodded. He had already guessed about Song Chao's death. What he came to verify was another matter.

"Auntie, isn't Chaozi married? But why did I hear from others that it's not true?"

"Where did he get a wife? She's a bachelor like you, a little dull and a sickly person." Aunt Li looked unwilling, and it was obvious that she still had complaints about not being able to keep Li Yang back then.

Li Yang frowned slightly. He didn't expect that Grandma Song kept the secret so well and no one in the village revealed the news.

An old man next to him took a sip of wine, his eyes blurred: "Miss Li, you don't know this. Although Chaozi didn't have a wife when he was alive, he was blessed after his death."

"Uncle, what do you say?" Seeing that he had a clue, Li Yang asked hurriedly.

The old man had a strange expression on his face. He looked at the wine glass in his hand and said, "Boy, do you know about ghost marriages..."

Li Yang was stunned.

The so-called ghost marriage, in short, is to marry a dead person.

Ghost marriages have been around since the pre-Qin period. The History of Yuan Dynasty: Biographies of Women states: "When a son dies without a wife, he may ask for the bones of his deceased daughter to be buried with him."

In the Qing Dynasty, this custom of burying the dead alive became particularly popular as the concept of chastity became stronger.

According to folk belief, unmarried people are "incomplete and flawed". If they die, they will carry a lot of evil spirits with them. They cannot be reincarnated and will often cause harm to the world.

What's more, in some areas, locals believe that if an unmarried man or woman dies and is left to die, he or she will not only become a wandering ghost, but will also upgrade to something more terrifying, namely a "Si woman" or a "Si man".

The character Nie Xiaoqian in "A Chinese Ghost Story" was created with this inspiration.

"Chaozi is so lucky. I heard that the kid from the Qi family helped him find a beautiful college student who just passed away." The old man laughed. The other old men couldn't help but smile.

In Shiyang Village and many remote places, ancient customs like ghost marriages are not uncommon.

But among the crowd, Li Yang couldn't smile at all.
He finally came face to face with several scenes of Qi Yongzi pushing his life.

Li Yang was silent. He knew that the old man was not a bad person, and most people in the village were not bad people either. However, superstitious beliefs and narrow vision always made some moral details lack a sense of existence.

According to the limited images in Zi Ping's fortune-telling, the bride of the ghost marriage, the female college student, is not dead yet.

But it’s not too far from death…

Collect and collect, it will be very interesting later~
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