Chapter 1202 Pearls are like dirt and gold is like iron (12)

Chapter 1202 Pearls are like dirt and gold is like iron (12)

Jin Xiaoquan immediately thought of the answer to the question. He was overjoyed in his heart, but he did not dare to show it on his face - Chubao'er had turned into a witch who could release thunder and lightning. Even if she was about to die, she could still release a thunderbolt at will. He turned out to be an ordinary person!

At this time, all you have to do is hold on, and you must not risk your life!

"Sister, I was wrong! I really know I was wrong!"

Jin Xiaoquan cried loudly again and continued to kowtow.

It's just that the intensity of kowtowing is obviously not as strong as before.

"Brother, have you guessed it?

I also drank poisoned wine and was about to die...

Brother, do you still remember?

The day you sold me, you lied to me and said that you would take me to the market and give me a copper hairpin. I have worn the clothes you wore since I was a child. I had some spare money at home, so my father sent you to study. , I would light fires, cook, feed chickens and ducks every day, and work in the fields with my parents. How could I have anything of my own?

That day you said you wanted to take me to the market and tie me a copper hairpin in the shop - I think you are the best brother in the world...

But you took me to the market and took me around the town a few times. I got lost and couldn't find you. I only saw Boss Zhu holding me back with a thug... I was still Unexpectedly, it was you who asked them to come, and it was you who sold me to these people... I still thought about the copper hairpin, so I struggled hard and thought of ways to escape - I really broke free from their hands. Run away!

You showed up again, and you said you would give me a copper hairpin...

You sent me directly to them this time...

Brother...

When I broke away from Boss Zhu and those people, my mood should be exactly the same as yours now.

You also think that if I die soon, you can escape and survive the catastrophe, and you should be blessed...

Yeah? Brother? "

Chuan Baoer's words fell to the ground.

A cold air spurted out from the bottom of Jin Xiaoquan's heart and penetrated directly into the sky!

He stiffened his neck and slowly raised his head, and saw Chui Bao'er standing in front of him with streams of black blood flowing from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose - he opened his mouth and looked at Bao'er's slender penis. Palms covered his face.

The girl's voice was still floating in his ears: "Brother, this feeling of falling into a deeper ice cave when you thought you had escaped, is the most painful..."

Bitao, who lived in the bed next to me, didn't want to go out and sell herself. She was beaten with a whip and pricked with needles by Mr. Turtle, who made her kneel in the ice and snow all night with only her bellyband on, and sent thugs to take turns raping her...

When she had only one breath left, she was carried back...

She called her mother all night before she died - she died knowing that her mother loved her the most...

But I also went through the same thing as her at that time... Who should I call?

I always kill my parents, my brother...

After I send you on the road, I will run out of the temple and die as far away from you as possible - let’s not run into each other again in the next life..."

Boom!

A piece of blazing white lightning burst out in front of Jin Xiaoquan's eyes!

He finally felt the pain of his body and soul being torn apart. In such pain, his whole body convulsed, black smoke billowed out, and he turned into a charred corpse!

Chubao'er retracted his palm and stared blankly at Jin Xiaoquan who fell to the ground dead.

After a moment, she turned around and staggered towards the outside of the temple.

As she said before, she staggered and ran away in the opposite direction to the wild temple. Drops of blood dripped down her chin and onto her clothes, splashing into the slush.

Before she had gone far, a mule and carriage riding in the wind and snow suddenly came from a distance and blocked her way.

The body of the mule and horse was so majestic that it didn't look like a mule. There was a sigh in the carriage it was pulling. After that sigh, a familiar voice sounded in Chubao'er's ears: "Caibao'er, your body is How can we easily destroy our parents who are affected by our skin?”

When Chuan Bao'er heard this voice, his eyes heated up, he lowered his head and said with tears, "I killed my parents, and I will take medicine and die now. I can repay their great kindness in giving birth to them!"

“Your former shell of flesh has died long ago.

This fleshy shell is not born from your parents, but is actually born from the "Xuanyuan bloodline" in my blood.

Your parents are no longer the parents they used to be? You have repaid all their kindness to you, so why bother yourself like this? "

Hearing the sound in the carriage, Chua Bao'er suddenly felt a lot relieved. However, she had already taken the poison and was indeed not going to die soon, so she fell to the ground and cried: "Bao'er understands...

It's just that it's too late for Bao'er to regret it now. He originally thought about forgetting the past, so he took refuge in your sect and worshiped you as his master. From now on, he will honor you and follow you - but now it seems that he will only have the opportunity in the next life. Already...

Baoer is willing to work as a cow and a horse for you in the next life! Benefactor! "

"It's not too late to become a disciple now."

"Master!"

Chuan Baoer kowtowed heavily towards the carriage, then his vision went dark and he fell to the ground exhausted.

On the carriage as wide as a house, two doors were suddenly pushed open, and a tall figure stepped out. He looked at the woman on the ground, shook his head, took out a pill and stuffed it into her mouth.

At this time, another shadowy woman floated down from the carriage, picked up Chui Bao'er on the ground, and brought her into the carriage.

The big green mule, which was twice as big as the buffalo, swung its four hooves and walked along the trail of black blood towards the small temple in the wind and snow.

In the small temple.

A charred corpse was lying at the door of the small temple, which was half open.

Snow flakes were falling from the sky, and soon a thin layer of them accumulated on the lower half of the charred body.

The bonfire in the center of the temple was only left with a faint glow of dark red charcoal, and the candle in front of the statue had been blown out by the cold wind from outside.

There was a rustling sound in the curtain behind the statue.

In the darkness, an old man beat his waist with one hand and pushed aside the curtain with the other hand, groping out of it. He moved freely in the darkness and soon touched the candle on the incense table and the flint under the candlestick.

He rubbed the fire and lit the candle.

While protecting the flames swaying in the wind with his hands, he spoke to the curtain: "Okay, old brother, everything is fine, you come out and close the door...

I am old and blind and I am not afraid, what are you afraid of?

Come out quickly..."

The old man said, sitting on the incense table, still muttering: "The thief died well, bullying us two old people like this, he deserved to die so miserably... It's a pity for the little girl, why did she think so hard?

It's not your fault to be born in such a family, just get out of it as soon as possible, why do you want to be buried with them?

But the little girl did it too much, even her parents were sent away with two cups of poisoned wine...Such a thing is ultimately unacceptable to today's moral principles..."

While he was talking, another old man walked out of the curtain tremblingly.

The old man saw the blackened corpses in the temple with the weak firelight, and he shivered even more. But this was where he had always lived, and he could not abandon this temple and go far away, so he could only shiver and close the temple door.

Once the temple door was closed, there was no whistling sound in the main hall.

A burning smell floated in the air.

The old man turned back and lit a bonfire with the still shining charcoal.

When the bonfire was burning, the whole small temple was illuminated, and the corpses that fell to the ground and were torn into pieces became more and more conspicuous.

The old man squatting beside the fire could only cover his eyes and dared not look at the charred corpses on the ground.

The blind old man sitting on the incense table was not afraid. He jumped off the incense table, walked around the fire pit to the corner of the small temple, and stepped on the corpses casually when passing by the charred corpses.

The blind old man picked up silver ingots and gold ingots in the corner of the small temple, wrapped them with the cloth next to him, and held them in front of the old man next to the fire.

The old man next to the fire had covered his eyes and dared not look at the charred corpses.

Now he saw those yellow and white things through his fingers, and the fear in his heart disappeared at once.

He put down his hand, looked at the gold and silver, and swallowed hard: "This, so much gold and silver..."

"Gold, silver and money, just enough is enough.

If you take more that doesn't belong to you, you will get into trouble.

Look at them, before they die, which one of them cares about how much gold and silver he has in his hand, how much gold and silver he can take? All of them hope to exchange gold and silver for their lives...

At this time, life is the most precious.

Pearls are like dirt and gold is like iron..." The old blind man groped and picked up a small silver ingot from the pile of gold and silver and put it in his arms.

Seeing this, the old man on the opposite side also reached out to grab the gold bars.

At this time, the old blind man reached out again, opened the pile of gold bars, and found another small silver ingot, and threw it to the old man on the opposite side: "Old brother, this one is enough for you to spend.

If you take more... you will probably die soon."

The old man saw a pile of yellow and white things, and he was greedy at first, and wanted to take a few more gold bars and silver ingots, but after hearing the old blind man's words, he suddenly calmed down-

I have no children and I don't have any big expenses on weekdays. What do I do with so much money?

This money doesn't belong to me. If I hold it in my hand and let others see it, how can I keep this money?

It will definitely not be able to be kept, and it may even cost one's life...

The old man moved his eyes away from the pile of yellow and white things with difficulty, and turned to look at the charred corpse next to him. At this time, he was not so scared in his heart, but just sighed softly, and a turbid voice came out of his mouth: "It is true that pearls are like dirt and gold is like iron..."

"Such a lot of gold and silver, thrown away on the roadside at will, it is possible that it will cause several murder lawsuits.

But if it is buried, there is no guarantee that others will not find it, and then it will still cause all kinds of causal disputes. Send it to the government, and the government will definitely want to take more from us... How should we deal with it..." The old blind man touched the gold bars and silver ingots, his brows were furrowed, and he was worried about how to deal with this pile of gold and silver.