eurekapd Chapter 315: A greedy devil who sees money and is blinded by greed!
Chapter 315: A greedy devil who sees money and is blinded by greed!
Her voice was sharp and piercing, like a sharp icicle piercing straight into the quiet night, instantly and roughly dragging the sleeping village out of its tranquility.
In an instant, the village, which had been shrouded in darkness and lifelessness, seemed to have been hit by a bombshell, and it exploded into chaos.
There was a brief moment of deathly silence, followed by a sudden burst of various noises. From inside the room came panicked shouts, the creaking of beds, and the rustling of clothes being hastily put on.
The windows were suddenly pushed open with a loud bang, and the doors were slammed shut with a bang. People, still half asleep, with disheveled hair and faces filled with anger and confusion at being disturbed, rushed out of their houses.
As more and more people gathered, the shrew became even more energetic, gesturing wildly and spitting as she continued to shout at the top of her lungs.
"Everyone, come quick! These outsiders are human traffickers, they come to our village to kidnap children. We can't let them get away, catch them right now!"
At this moment, the tense atmosphere spread rapidly in the air, as if it had solidified into a tangible force, making it hard to breathe.
Fang Xiaoxiao and her group were surrounded by villagers who held sticks and hoes, their eyes filled with suspicion and wariness, creating a tense atmosphere.
When the villagers saw outsiders, their once simple faces, etched with the deep marks of time, became distorted with wariness and suspicion.
They were all on high alert, gripping their crude or worn-out weapons tightly—hoes, sickles, and sticks.
Their eyes gleamed with suspicion and wariness, and they started chattering away like a pot exploding in a frenzy.
"These outsiders coming to our village in the middle of the night, they can't be up to anything!"
"Maybe it really is what that shrew said, that he's a human slave trader!"
When the shrew saw so many people surrounding her, her confidence swelled to its maximum, like a fully inflated balloon.
Her obese body writhed, and the fat on her face twitched with smugness, making her even more arrogant and domineering.
She stretched out her short, stubby finger, pointed it fiercely at Fang Xiaoxiao, and shouted loudly in her hoarse voice.
"If you don't obediently hand over a hundred or eighty taels of silver today, don't even think about leaving this village alive! Only by taking you as sacrifices to the heavens can we ensure our village has good weather and peace!"
The atmosphere became extremely tense, like a taut string that could snap at any moment.
Upon hearing the word "silver," the villagers' eyes blazed with greed, and they instantly lost their reason.
Their once honest faces were now twisted beyond recognition by desire. Without distinguishing right from wrong, they brandished their weapons and pressed towards Fang Xiaoxiao and her companions like a pack of hungry wolves.
"Hand over the silver now, or you'll be sorry!"
"Don't listen to their excuses. None of these outsiders are good people; they definitely have money!"
Fang Xiaoxiao was so angry that her chest heaved violently, and her pretty face turned bright red. Looking at these villagers who usually seemed honest and simple, but who had become so greedy and ignorant for a little money, she felt a wave of nausea and disgust.
But she was no pushover. She straightened her back, put her hands firmly on her hips, pointed at the crowd with a firm and sharp gaze, and shouted angrily.
"You bunch of ignorant fools who can't distinguish right from wrong! We are not human traffickers, and we certainly won't give you any money to these greedy bastards who only care about money!"
After Fang Xiaoxiao finished speaking those resounding words, the villagers were not intimidated by her aura. Instead, they were like an enraged swarm of bees, glaring angrily and brandishing their weapons, shouting furiously.
"Hmph! This ignorant little brat is really stubborn! We'll beat them to death today and show them that our village isn't to be trifled with!"
Their roars echoed in the silent night, filled with intense hostility and impulsiveness.
However, just as the chaos was about to spiral out of control, the village chief, supported by the village doctor Lao Fu, slowly appeared before everyone.
The village chief's hair had turned completely white, and the years had etched deep wrinkles on his face, but his spine remained straight, and his eyes revealed a wisdom and dignity born of experience.
He struggled to raise a wrinkled hand, and spoke in a slightly hoarse but steady and powerful voice to stop him.
"Stop it, everyone! Don't be so impulsive, calm down first!"
Hearing the village chief's rebuke, the villagers, though still burning with anger and resentment, had no choice but to suppress their rage and mutter under their breath as the village chief held immense prestige in the village.
The village chief's sharp eyes swept over Fang Xiaoxiao and the others, his expression serious, and he asked in a solemn tone.
"Why are you all here in our Flower Language Village in the dead of night?"
Fang Xiaoxiao was about to open her mouth to explain when she was interrupted by a pitiful cry.
The little girl, as if seeing a lifeline, ran towards Old Fu like a whirlwind, knelt down with a thud, and tightly hugged Old Fu's legs with her two little hands, crying and pleading with him.
"Grandpa Fu, please, please save my mother! She's really dying, sob sob sob..."
When Old Fu saw the pitiful little girl, whose tears were streaming down her face like broken beads, his heart melted instantly.
A look of heartache appeared on his wrinkled face. He was about to open his mouth to agree when the shrew rushed over like a whirlwind and blocked his way.
The shrew's mean face was now twisted even more grotesquely, and her shrill voice pierced the night sky.
"Hmph! You old fool, don't even think about it! This little brat's family still owes us five hundred coins! We're practically broke ourselves, barely able to afford food, where would we find the spare money to save her half-dead mother!"
Old Fu was a man who wouldn't dare utter a sound in front of a shrew. He was only in his fifties when he finally managed to marry this shrew, and he was completely under her thumb.
At this moment, he could only hang his head helplessly like a deflated balloon and sigh deeply.
The sigh was filled with endless helplessness, heartache, and guilt, as if this breath had exhausted all the pent-up frustration of his life.
The village chief stood to one side, the wrinkles on his face appearing even deeper and more profound in the moonlight.