The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 856 Ch.855 Laughing Timidly

I don't know which stupid guard revealed that these women who were temporarily detained in batches already knew their fate - or maybe there was no need to reveal it, because what good fate could there be for those who were associated with witchcraft?

They didn't know where they were being taken, but they knew it was definitely not a place for good people to go.

There is no point in blaming the children at this point. It's all because of those evil-minded foreigners who wanted to kill them from the beginning.

At this time, the woman with a broken hand sat cross-legged with a gloomy expression on her face.

She listened quietly to the trivialities behind her, her heart like a bellows that kept expanding and contracting, blowing hot dust into her blood vessels.

One of her hands was cut off, but she was freed from some kind of restraint and gained extremely powerful strength - this fat and stupid woman once had a splendid and beautiful dream about this world before she came of age.

Like someone in a hurry to leave, she bandaged the wound a few times, bent over and turned around.

Facing a pair of eyes that are either sympathetic and evasive or sarcastic and disdainful.

“They won’t let us go.”

She ignored the boy digging with a stick and spoke only to the grown women.

A thick fog rose at night, and their houses were filled with sleeping white-robed guards, while the women had their hands hastily tied and were thrown next to the largest well in the village.

“…This is fate.”

A young woman lamented.

"Life is in your hands and under your feet."

The woman said something that shocked everyone else - she seemed not to be the same person she was yesterday or before. She abandoned that hand, and naturally the locked wooden box in her heart was shattered by the flash of the knife: it was filled with thoughts and anger that could cause an uproar.

"Tomorrow, when the sun rises, we will have to go to the dark kiln to work. It is impossible to survive in that place. It would be considered a long life if we survive for a few years..."

She told them the fragments she had heard from the men, the insignificant lives and the despair that could not see the light of day - these made the already uneasy people even more terrified.

at this time.

The woman with the broken palm looked at the women in front of her whose emotions had finally calmed down, and she felt relieved. "I am the same as Li Gu Zi and Zheng Po Zi. We have reached the age where we should die. We have to live our lives anyway. How many of you are like that? You have just enjoyed a few years of peaceful life, and now you are being sent to a black kiln and being abused all day long..."

She wiped the boy's head beside her, her black eyes flickering:

"You are not like the foreigners. Don't think too much about that. If you really live comfortably every day... why don't these people in white clothes send their wives and daughters over..."

There were a few chuckles from the crowd.

He quickly grabbed his throat again.

"I finally understand. If you always allow yourself to be teased, you will suffer endlessly..."

The silent women looked at her.

Someone glanced at the darkened windows in the distance and asked softly, "What... are you doing?"

The woman with the broken palm sneered: "Do you want to live or die?"

No one answered.

But no one wants to die.

"What are you doing? Just sit there and wait for the sun to rise. When they wake up, they'll tie you up like pigs - you don't want your lives, your children...any more?"

Women, you look at me and I look at you.

"What should we do?"

Of course he ran away.

The woman with the broken palm raised her lone good hand - without the other hand to accompany her, she couldn't twist the rope.

Don't say it.

The man from Changgengsi had very high expectations and refused to even tie the rope around her feet.

"Dou'er's mother, stretch out your hand."

The woman cried out softly, and the good hand exerted itself for half a minute.

The young woman freed her hands and hurriedly bent down to untie the rope around her ankles.

Gradually.

More and more women were untied: they helped each other or used the sharp gravel under their buttocks as knives.

But when everyone was out of trouble, another problem loomed.

How...should they escape?
Where to escape?

The woman loosened her old claw-like hands and said nothing. She was also stunned by the question - she was not a spy of the rebel party. The biggest storm she had experienced in her life was that the young and rude blue-eyed ghost had a butt full of pus one night.

She was so frightened that she nearly spat out the foreign mixed-blood in her mouth, but eventually experience overwhelmed her disgust and fear, and she jokingly said she had never seen anyone so white.

She had no idea, but she relied on the fire of survival in her heart that could never be rekindled once extinguished.

"To the mountains."

Suddenly a young woman spoke.

She is young, smart, and not too constrained by the world.

"We can reach the West Village by climbing over the mountain. We have been walking for two days and two nights and we are not going to die of hunger or thirst. We begged along the way... I still remember the rebels yesterday..." He paused for a moment: "...the bandits said that they might have left from the main road, made a detour, and escaped via the mountain road..."

Her black eyes sparkled, and she felt shy like a young girl when being stared at by others. But when it came to the moment of life and death, none of this mattered.

“Without our identity, we will join them.”

The women were in an uproar.

"Fainted! Fainted!"

"Rebellion... that's punishable by death!"

The women were talking at once, but the only thing they had in common was that their voices were as light as the flapping of moth wings.

"Don't be beheaded now," the woman with the broken palm said coldly, "What? If you sit there for a night, you will be able to survive?"

They stopped talking.

"Can you outrun a spell?"

someone asked again.

His hands and feet were loose, but who could escape these magicians who could break trees with a wave of their hands and leap dozens of feet?
The fire that had just heated up suddenly turned cold.

The woman with the broken palm gritted her teeth, with an indescribable seriousness and determination in her eyes: "There are not many people watching us, as long as there is some trouble, you can run away! Run separately! How many people are there? Run separately! Even if you catch seven or eight..."

She wiped the air with her palm a few times and pointed at the thatched house in the distance: This group of people are very picky. They all live in the best houses.

It also gave women opportunities.

The road leading to the forest behind the mountain was clear and there was no guard guarding it.

As long as someone could stop them, or create some trouble to lead them away, these women would have enough time to scatter and escape - no matter how powerful the magic was, it couldn't capture dozens of people at once, right?

"We can sneak in now..."

The young woman rolled her eyes.

The one with the broken palm looked stern: "That's magic! They can't sleep well! If we escape, we have to catch us one by one..."

She stood up on her knees and scanned each hopeful face one by one.

then.

Start calling the roll.

Those who were called to the bottom were mostly elderly, sick, or childless women.

It's all a burden.

"What a black-hearted person! How could you want me to die? My legs and feet are stronger than theirs!"

The one who was named didn't want to die, so he held his hips and cursed.

The woman with the broken palm did not make a fuss. She walked into the crowd, grabbed the wrists of each woman, pulled them further away, gathered them into a group, and spoke a few words with a serious face.

at first.

These older women didn't even bother to listen to her.

Gradually, he calmed down and fell silent.

Everyone looked at the woman who had collected all the "good words" in her life with complicated eyes, and listened to her tearfully stating a truth that went against human nature.

They smacked the bitter taste on their tongues and looked at the group of younger women and the children dozing in their arms in the distance.

(End of this chapter)