No one can be a dog licker

Chapter 250 Devil

Nanzhao Nanling County Wangjia Village

Wang Dun stood in front of the dying woman's bed, facing the doctor. The old woman on the bed was very calm. She had accepted her fate, but she was still conscious. She looked at the two men and listened to their conversation.

She was dying, but she did not disobey. She had lived long enough since her two grandchildren were sold.

The winter in December in Nanzhao was not that cold, and the sun could not shine in, but the cold wind still blew in through the closed doors and windows, raising dust on the brown ground.

The smell of decay cannot be covered even by the cold.

The doctor raised his voice and said:

"Wang Dun, you can't leave her alone anymore. She could pass away at any time in this state."

Wang Dun frowned and said repeatedly:

"But how can I have time to accompany her? The harvest this year was not good. I even sold my children to prevent Village Chief Wang from taking back the land! Now we haven't even finished sowing! What do you think, mother?"

The dying woman, still in the grip of the peasants' stinginess, said yes with her eyes and forehead. If her grandson was gone, it was gone. Her son had to live. If he left her alone, he would die.

The doctor got angry and stamped his feet and said:

"You are such a beast! Planting seeds? You sold your wife and children, and now you want to plant the seeds? If it weren't for your old man, I really wouldn't bother to say a word to you.

If you must "sow seeds", then you can ask Aunt Yang to come and let her take care of your mother. I want you to arrange it this way, do you understand? Let her take care of your mother. I want you to arrange it this way, do you understand? !

If you don't listen to me, when you get sick, I won't care and will let you die like a dog."

Wang Dun touched the banknotes in his pocket slowly, and he was undecided. He was reluctant to spend the money in his pocket, but he was also a little worried that he would not have anyone to collect his body when he died.

"Um, how much does it cost for Aunt Yang to come and take care of me?"

The doctor looked at this tall and strong loser who had been supported by his parents until now with disgust. He was unwilling to accompany his mother even on her last journey. He shouted impatiently:

"How should I know? She has to be here in an hour, understand?"

Wang Dun made up his mind and went out.

Aunt Yang is an old lady who specializes in ironing and washing clothes. She also looks after the dead or dying people in this village and the surrounding areas.

She was like an apple from last year, with wrinkles all over her face. She was cruel, jealous, and extremely stingy. Her whole body was hunched, as if she had been ironed back and forth endlessly with a piece of cloth, which bent her waist.

She seemed to have a cruel and shameless liking for people's last moments of death, and she would always talk about the strange death scenes witnessed by people she had seen with her own eyes.

And he describes it in great detail, but the details are always the same, just like a hunter describing each of his shooting attempts.

"Aunt Yang, my mother is dying."

"No more?"

"She's about to roll her eyes!"

The old lady straightened her back slightly and suddenly asked in a sympathetic tone: "How long will it take?"

"The doctor said she won't make it through the afternoon."

"Then she must be dead."

Wang Dun thought of Xiao Jiao who was waiting for him to "sow seeds" in the county town, so he simply got straight to the point: "How much do you want to protect my mother until she dies? You know, I am not a rich man at all. I sold my wife the year before last, and this year I sold my two children.

That’s why my mother is so tired that she is bedridden. Even though she is 92 years old, she works like a 10-year-old. No one can compare to her physique! ..."

Aunt Yang explained:

"There are two prices. For those who have some money, it's 100 yuan during the day and 200 yuan at night. For others, it's 40 yuan during the day and 60 yuan at night."

Wang Dun muttered to himself. He knew his mother very well and knew that she was very tolerant of hardship and could endure hardships. The doctor said she was dying, but she might be able to hold on for another week.

So I said decisively:

"No, I want a flat price, the price for guarding my mother until she dies. Let's try our luck. The doctor said she will not survive. If this is the case, you've got a bargain. If she can last longer, then it's a bargain for me!"

Aunt Yang was very surprised. This kind of contracted way of burying someone after their death seemed like something Wang Dun would do. When his father died, he seemed to be buried with just a straw mat, right?

It's rare that he can pay this time, so I really want to try my luck.

"Let me visit your house."

On the way, neither of them spoke. When they were almost at his house, Wang Dun muttered, "That's possible. What if she's dead?"

His unconscious hope was revealed in the tone of his words, but the old woman was not dead.

She lay on her back on the tattered bed, her hands on the red printed sheets frighteningly dry and knotted, like a monster or a crab.

Moreover, due to rheumatism, pain and fatigue, these hands seemed to be curled up with a century of labor.

Aunt Yang walked to the bed and carefully examined the dying woman, touched her chest, listened to her breathing, and then determined that the old woman would not survive the night.

"How about it?"

Aunt Yang replied, "If she delays for two days, maybe three days, give me 300 yuan for the whole thing."

"Three hundred yuan? Even a little girl from the county town can't afford that price!"

The two bargained and argued fiercely for a long time. Aunt Yang wanted to go back, and time passed in vain. Wang Dun finally agreed.

Aunt Yang returned with her needlework and began to observe the dying old woman's mind, wondering if she would take a long time.

The old woman didn't move, her eyes were wide open, her breathing was short and her throat was tight, making a hissing sound.

However, a day passed and the dying old woman was still the same, breathing with difficulty, her face expressionless, and her hands curled up on the sheets.

Aunt Yang knew that this state might last for two days, four days, or even a week. She could not help but be furious, resenting Wang Dun's cunning and this old woman who refused to die.

The next night, she came to the bed and asked, "Have you thought about your two grandchildren?"

A tear suddenly shed from the old woman's hollow eyes.

So Aunt Yang started talking, threatening her fragile soul.

"Do you think your son sold them to a good family? But how can a good family pay as much as the pawnbrokers? Our barren land has its advantages. There are always some pawnbrokers willing to pay a high price to buy the children and make them into food for the bigwigs above to enjoy!"

As she spoke, she began to list the cooking methods that she was familiar with, except that the pork was replaced with human flesh.

The old lady finally panicked, started to get agitated, and grabbed things around.

Aunt Yang promptly placed the minced meat porridge she had brought in the evening in front of the aunt.

The dying old woman was in panic, her eyes filled with fear, her arms and chest even lifted out of the quilt, and then she let out a long sigh and fell down.

Even though Aunt Yang tried to close the dead man's wide-open eyes with professional movements, it still took some effort.

When Wang Dun returned home drunk, he immediately saw Aunt Yang looking secretly delighted. He should have given her 200 yuan, but he had to pay her 300 yuan.

"Wang Dun? Wangjia Village..."

In the basement, Wu Baitian sat quietly in front of a tattered wooden table. The faint candlelight flickered, illuminating her solemn face.

On the table, there was a thick stack of papers, which contained detailed information about all permanent personnel in Nanling County that Wu Shuangcheng had painstakingly collected.

The information about all permanent personnel in Nanling County by Wu Shuangcheng on the table finally allowed her to find out how she had been a traitor in her previous life, helping to change her race and sneak into Nanzhao quietly.

This eventually led to the complete fall of Nanzhao, and countless innocent people were cruelly used as human sacrifices by Wang Dun.

At this time, Wang Dun had not yet revealed his hideous true face. This man, who sold his wife and children for pleasure, had extraordinary talent and eventually became a half-human, half-beast monster. Now he is just a beast.

What is even more distressing is that the phenomenon of seeking personal gain through buying and selling people like Wang Dun was common in the villages and towns adjacent to the entrance of Diyuan in Nanzhao.

Even though they knew that the children they sold would be eaten as food...