At the east end of the village, I was kneeling on the ground, my body tied up.
There is also a wooden sign on his back.
He looked like a landlord waiting to be criticized.
Most of the people in the whole village came and stood not far away looking at me.
Everyone was whispering.
"What crime did Zhang Huai commit to end up like this?"
"Who says it isn't?"
"I heard that he ruined the village chief's daughter-in-law.
It was really a crime."
Listening to their words, I smiled bitterly, feeling filled with despair.
I obviously didn't do anything, I just fell into a coma for no apparent reason.
How could I become a murderer now?
In front of me, the village chief looked at me with a livid face, his whole body trembling with anger, and there were several villagers following him.
"Zhang Huai, do you admit that you brutally killed my daughter-in-law and destroyed my family?"
the village chief shouted in a stern voice like a ghost.
Hearing his words, I hurriedly retorted: "I really didn't do it.
If you don't believe it, you can go to the police and they will find the real culprit."
To be honest, I'm not afraid of them calling the police at all.
Because I have a clear conscience.
I haven't done anything to the bride at all.
The police will definitely find the real culprit.
After all, there is a lot of bodily fluids on the bride's body as evidence.
Just when he heard me speak, the village chief's pupils shrank, and then he roared: "Why should we call the police?
There are all witnesses and material evidence.
The real culprit is you.
What else can you say to refute."
"Yes, we saw with our own eyes that you ran out disheveled.
If you didn't have a guilty conscience, what else could be the reason?"
shouted several people nearby.
I suddenly wanted to cry without tears.
Our village is in the middle of the mountains, with nowhere to go and no shops.
The legal awareness is extremely weak.
Generally, when something happens, everyone will go to the village chief, and the village chief is the judge of our village.
Now that he says I'm guilty, no matter how much others say, it's probably useless.
Sure enough, after the village chief finished speaking, the people whispering around him fell silent.
Everyone looked at me with pity.
Of course some people glared at me.
I lowered my head and knelt on the ground with pain in my heart.
There were footprints and scars everywhere on my body, which they had just caused.
These bastards have regarded me as the culprit.
They all want to cut me into pieces, and my explanation has become extremely weak.
"Since the evidence is conclusive, it is only natural to kill people to pay off debts and money.
Just give me Shen Jiang."
The village chief looked at me and said with blood-red eyes.
After hearing his words, the faces of the people around him varied, and their eyes were a little shocked.
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Shenjiang is an ancient rural lynching.
Apart from lighting sky lanterns, the most cruel one is Shenjiang.
Generally, the person is tied to a stone and then thrown directly into the water to drown.
This kind of lynching has not happened since the last era.
I never thought it would be my turn now.
"I'm innocent, I'm really innocent," I yelled desperately, my eyes turning blood red.
The village chief looked at me with cold eyes, and then waved his hand.
I hurriedly tried to struggle, but several strong men next to me rushed over and wanted to grab me and sink me into the river.
At this time, I was already in despair.
I never imagined that I would die young at such a young age.
However, at this moment, a cold voice sounded: "Where are you taking my grandson?"
The village chief was stunned for a moment, looked forward, and his expression suddenly became very ugly.
Not far away from him, an old lady stood there with a calm and intimidating expression.
And she is my grandma.
And behind her, followed a large group of villagers.
The most vicious one among them is my fourth uncle.
He had a murderous look on his face and a double-barreled shotgun in his hand.
With his beard all over his face, he looked extremely ferocious.
When he arrived, the few people who were behind me fled immediately.
"A bunch of bastards dare to touch my nephew.
I really don't want to live anymore."
The fourth uncle cursed, then came to my side, hurriedly untied me, and then while untying me, he cursed: "You really have the courage to beat my nephew like this."
Let me tell you, this matter is not over yet.”
The village chief turned his head with a gloomy face, looked at my grandma and said coldly: "Your grandson killed my daughter-in-law, and I want him to pay with his life.
This is a matter of course."
"Even if my grandson killed your daughter-in-law, he should be handed over to the police.
What does it have to do with you as the village chief?"
my grandma said calmly.
He also had a cane in his hand.
"I don't care what you say, your grandson must pay with his life anyway."
The village chief shouted.
"Then let's try and see who dares to touch my grandson."
My grandma shouted loudly and slammed the cane to the ground.
His eyes swept across the surrounding villagers.
Seeing her like this, no one dared to move.
Some even took a few steps back.
This is natural.
Our Zhang family has a large number of people in the village.
Moreover, my grandma is a well-known goddess.
We usually come to see her for weddings, weddings, and even the birth of a child.
It can be said that there is no one within ten miles who does not know my grandma.
If such a respected old man really offended her.
The consequences are very serious.
Because of this, my grandma is the only one who can compete with the village chief in the village.
"Wang Caifeng, are you deliberately trying to get in trouble with me?"
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the village chief shouted sternly.
“I just want to save my grandson,” my grandma said, looking at him.
"You must give me an explanation for this matter," the village chief said.
"How about we pay the money and this matter is over?"
my grandma said.
I heard it from a distance and immediately said anxiously: "Grandma, I didn't kill the person, so there's no need to pay for it.
It's better to call the police."
Upon hearing my words, the village chief's eyes flashed, and then he shouted: "Okay, that's it.
I want 50,000."
"Okay, I'll compensate you 50,000 yuan."
My grandma said.
"Grandma, I really didn't kill him.
There's no need to pay for it."
I hurriedly walked over and shouted.
However, my grandma glared at me and said, "That's it.
San'er, take Zhang Huai back first."
"Okay."
My dad nodded, then took me home.
When I got home, I sat down on the bed without saying a word.
And my father gave me a cold look, and then scolded: "It's all because of you, such a weakling, that you have to stay.
Is there anything wrong with this?"
"But I really didn't do anything.
I didn't kill the person."
I whispered.
"Nonsense, with your physique, you can't even kill chickens, but you still kill people."
My dad glared at me, then found an alcohol band-aid and used it to wipe my wound.
"I told you a long time ago that beautiful women are in trouble.
You don't believe it."
My father shook his head and said.
"Why does my grandma have to pay for it?
It's fifty thousand."
I asked with a depressed look on my face.
"Who knows, your grandma didn't tell me, but it doesn't matter, your grandma has saved a lot.
It's enough."
My dad said.
I shook my head with a wry smile, my heart filled with pain.
Because of this impulse, it caused so much damage to the family.
Makes me feel so guilty.
"Don't think about it, just think of it as a lesson for fifty thousand yuan."
After my father said that, he wiped my wound and turned around and walked out.
I sighed and sat on the bed for a long time without coming back to my senses.
In the afternoon, my grandma came back and brought a red coffin.
"Grandma, why are you bringing the coffin?"
I asked.
"This belongs to the bride."
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My grandma said calmly.
"How did you bring her body back?"
I asked.
"The village chief didn't want her, so I had no choice but to pull her back.
Let her bury her in peace later," my grandma said.
"Oh."
I nodded with a complicated mood.
Looking at the coffin parked in the yard, I couldn't calm down for a long time.
There are endless doubts in my heart about who killed the bride.
When I was unconscious, who else came in?
This is all a mystery.
Thinking of this, I sighed and was about to turn my head.
But at this moment, the coffin suddenly shook slightly, and a jade hand stretched out the coffin lid.
Although there is only one finger, it makes me feel like a thunderbolt.
"Grandma, it's a fake corpse," I pointed at the coffin in horror and said, taking a step back involuntarily.
My grandma turned her head and took a look, then sighed and said, "It's all bad luck."
Then she left without saying anything.
At four or five o'clock in the afternoon, the bride was officially buried.
Because she died violently, the process was simple, including "firing the cannon", "burning the candle", "burning incense", "iodine", "dinner", "burning paper", "entering the hole", etc.
The whole process took less than ten minutes. .
I stood aside, feeling very scared.
The scene inside the coffin left me without energy for the whole afternoon.
Next to me, the grandma who was presiding over the funeral seemed to have discovered something, and said with a serious expression: "You must not leave the house tonight, otherwise you will definitely die":