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Chapter 187 There is no justice, right? Then no one should live (3)

When Bu Shi'an was taking care of the body's food and clothing, smoke filled the house not far from the woodshed.

In a choking white mist, a young man was trying to persuade a middle-aged man who was smoking on the bed.

"Uncle, in the village three hills away, a boy just died of lung disease."

"Their family is looking for a ghost marriage for the child. I think Sanya is the right age."

"She fell into the water and has a fever. I don't think she needs treatment. Just kill her and send her to that family in exchange for a betrothal gift."

The man on the bed said nothing, just puffed on his pungent cigarette.

However, the other people in the room could not sit still after hearing this and started lobbying.

"Old Third's, if you ask me, Jianye's idea is a good one."

"Of course, Sanya is so skinny. It would be hard to raise her and give birth if she grows up. I wouldn't be able to get a high bride price, so why would I bother raising her for a few more years?"

"That girl fell into the water the other day, and your family didn't send anyone to look after her. She's been burning for two days. Even if she's still alive, she's probably a fool."

"You're offering a fool who can't work in exchange for a betrothal gift. Why would you hesitate when such a good thing is delivered to your doorstep?"

They talked without restraint and at once.

Finally, the man on the bed put out his cigarette.

"I've thought about what you said, but that woman is no longer able to have children."

"San Ya is my only daughter now. When I get old, she will be the one to take care of me."

"If we beat her to death and arrange a ghost marriage, will she still be served by her ancestors in the future?"

As soon as the man said this, the room fell silent, and no one tried to persuade him to beat his daughter to death and arrange a ghost marriage.

The young man who first made the suggestion was stunned for a moment, then his eyes rolled.

"Second Uncle, since you are going to let San Ya serve you, why don't you find a doctor to see her?"

"Seeking a doctor? That would cost a lot of money, and she's just a little girl, how can she be worthy of that?"

"She just fell into the water. Let her rest for a few days. She's not some delicate young lady."

The man smiled and took out a cigarette and handed it over.

"Uncle, a high fever can damage your brain if you're not careful."

"Just think about it, how can a fool with a burnt brain serve you? If he doesn't want to be a burden, he will have to burn incense and pray to Buddha."

"That woman is just like that. She's so mentally ill that she can destroy the kitchen just by washing dishes. There's not much difference between a fool and a psychopath."

The man said this, his eyes fixed on the person who was lying on the bed, holding a cigarette and lost in thought.

Seeing that the other party is interested, immediately send the next message.

"Second Uncle, if that woman can't have children, then replace her with someone who can."

"You're only sixty, you can have a few more children."

"Then I'll arrange a ghost marriage for Sanya and exchange it for a betrothal gift. You can then use the money to buy a young and beautiful woman."

"Give birth to three or five children, and you'll always have a girl to raise to serve you."

The man on the bed had shining eyes, and seemed very moved by the young man's proposal.

The young man struck while the iron was hot and immediately painted a bright future for the other party.

"Think about it, Uncle, your ancestors are growing up, and you won't have any burdens in the future."

"If I buy another woman to give birth to a child, maybe I can even have a son and a grandson..."

Before the young man could finish his words, the middle-aged man on the bed immediately slapped his thigh and got off the bed.

He limped over to get the stick on the table on the other side.

"Jianye, you're right. That woman can't have children. I'll replace her with someone who can."

"Let's go, Sanya is in the woodshed. Let's go and process it and send it to that family now. We can't let others get there first."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was knocked open from the outside.

Bu Shian, wearing a little skirt, appeared at the door, holding a black Gatling gun in her hand.

"Hey, Lao Deng and Xiao Deng are all here, which saves me from kicking down doors one by one to look for them."

"I heard that you wanted to get rid of me and arrange a ghost marriage."

"Come on, let's see which is faster, the sticks in your hands or the Gatling gun in my hand."

As she spoke, she didn't wait for those people to reply, and just took out the Gatling gun and started shooting indiscriminately.

Who knows?

She searched the system space for a long time and found that the only thick clothes that could be worn by a body of her age were some complicated little skirts.

Just to tie the straps, the body's calloused hands scraped and pulled the satin fabric several times.

After finally getting dressed, as soon as I walked out of the woodshed, there was a pile of chicken shit on my white boots.

This is not finished.

As she kicked the ignorant rooster away and took out the Gatling gun to start shooting in the yard.

She was surprised to find that with this body, she couldn't even lift the Gatling gun, let alone fire it.

A little girl who is used to doing rough work has pitifully little arm strength.

So how did she complete those rough jobs that required an adult man in her memory?

Bu Shian couldn't think about it anymore. The more he thought about it, the more he felt a fierce burning fire in his chest.

He immediately took out a nutrient solution from the system space that he had stored in some unknown dimension, which was used to increase his physical strength.

After drinking three bottles in a row, he found the main house with a Gatling gun.

Just as I was about to kick the door, I heard people in the house talking about beating to death, ghost marriage, buying another one, and having a baby.

Well, every word is a perfect hit.

I can't calm down anymore, just destroy it.

Bullets rained down and flew all over the house.

Not only did they smash the furniture that smelled of decay to pieces, but they also beat the men who had nowhere to hide into sieves one by one.

Under the suppression of firepower, the room was filled with corpses lying all over the place.

Bu Shian picked up the Gatling gun, shot them one by one, and then kicked them aside.

At the end of this bloody road filled with throbbing sounds, the lame man fell to the ground.

A foul-smelling liquid slowly flowed out from beneath the trembling body.

Bu Shian kept kicking and shooting his way to him, and put the black muzzle of the multiple guns in his hands against his forehead.

"Old Deng, hand over the key to the cellar where that woman is imprisoned."

"Also, among those people lying on the ground, if there's anyone with a cellar, crawl over and find the key for me."

With the cold muzzle of the gun pointed at him, the man no longer had the complacency he had just felt.

He trembled as he looked at Bu Shi'an with cold eyes.

It's obviously the same person, but how could his eyes and behavior be so different?

Seeing that he didn't move, Bu Shi'an lowered the barrel of the gun, used the Gatling gun in his hand as a club, and smashed the lame man's good leg.

Amidst the screams of pain, Bu Shian continued to speak.

"Now, can you understand what people say?"

The howling man immediately struggled to take out a bunch of keys from his body.

He didn't even dare to throw it on the ground, so he put the key on the table while holding the wall.

Behind him was the cold barrel of a gun, and in front of him were the corpses of his relatives and neighbors.

The man crawled on the ground, turning over the bodies one by one, and soon he had more than a dozen keys in his hand.

Bu Shi'an looked at the keys and counted them against the corpses on the ground.

Good, good, everyone has such a key, so the death is not unfair at all.