Chapter 325: Castration
After climbing over the mountains and crossing the river, they finally returned to the village.

When the villagers saw that Qu Le had dared to leave and come back, they immediately shouted, called their neighbors, and rushed towards him with hoes in hand.

When the villagers heard the shouts, they rushed out of their rooms and kitchens, picked up hoes, kitchen knives, and wooden sticks, and rushed to the entrance of the village.

Some villagers were still working in the fields. When they heard the faint shouts, they stopped what they were doing, pricked up their ears to listen for a while, and then picked up their hoes and ran back -

Pan Yun, his two companions, the cat and the murderer met the villagers who were rushing towards them not far from the village entrance.

After confirming that it was Qu Le, the villagers raised their hoes and kitchen knives and shouted, "This is too much! Do you think our village is made of mud? How dare any thief come to our village? Brothers, kill him!"

Even though Qu Le's martial arts skills were far superior to theirs, he was still overwhelmed by their momentum. Moreover, a random punch could kill a master, and two fists could not beat four hands. If he really fought hard, he might really be hacked to death by them.

Qu Le hurriedly shouted, "Wait... Pan Sanzhu, please explain it to me!"

Pan Yun immediately jumped in front of him, stretched out his hand to stop him, and said, "Everyone, wait a moment, I have already caught this little thief and he has made up his mind. He just helped me catch the flower thief Hua Buliu. We are just passing by and are tired, so we came to the village to borrow a bowl of water to drink."

The villagers fell silent.

Dachun in the crowd pushed aside the people in front of him, shouldered his hoe and looked at Pan Yun gloomily, "Who did you say you caught just now?"

Qu Le dropped the person on his back with a bang. Pan Yun paused for a moment before introducing him to the villagers: "The one who is unconscious and has a broken hand is the flower thief Hua Buliu."

Dachun's eyes immediately fell on the miserable man on the ground. His face was gloomy. He walked forward with his hoe on his shoulder and asked in a deep voice, "If you say he is, then he is it? What if he is not?"

Pan Yun thought for a moment and nodded, "What you said makes sense."

She took out her sewing kit from the spiritual space, pulled out a needle and handed it to Qu Le.

Qu Le took it with a confused look on his face.

Miao Zhen glanced at him and said, "Stab his feet."

Qu Le: ...

Miao Zhen added: "You are now a caught thief."

Pan Yun also glanced over.

Qu Le could only move forward frustratedly, pull off Hua Bului's shoes and socks, turn his face away with disgust, and pierce the sole of her foot with a needle in his hand.

Everyone curled their toes unconsciously and felt a little painful.

Of course, the only one who truly felt the pain was Hua Buliu.

Qu Le gave him an injection, and seeing that he was just twitching but not unconscious, he gave him several more injections. No one knew where the last injection was given, but Hua Bulius, who had been trembling but not awake, suddenly opened his eyes, broke out in cold sweat from the pain, and curled up his whole body.

Everyone looked at it in silence and silently took a half step back.

Only Dachun stepped forward. He lowered his head and stared at the man, and asked with a serious face, "Are you the flower thief?"

Hua Buliu was in so much pain that his vision was blurred. He could not see the figure clearly and could not hear the voice clearly. He gritted his teeth and said, "Kill me if you want to kill me, shave me if you want to shave me, stop torturing me like this."

"You are really a flower thief..." Dachun's eyes flashed with hatred, and he raised the hoe in his hand to smash it on his head.

Pan Yun reached out and grabbed the hoe he had smashed down. Her expression remained calm, even with a slight smile. She asked, "Good people, think carefully. If you smash him to death, you will go to jail."

Dachun grabbed the hoe back and shouted, "I killed the flower thief, why should I go to jail?"

Pan Yun said: "You should ask the emperor and the high officials of the court. I am just a Taoist priest, and I am just reminding you of the law out of kindness."

She said, "Whether you kill him or not, it has no effect on me."

The other villagers also quickly came to their senses and came up to hold Dachun, advising him: "It's not worth it to sacrifice your whole life for such a person. Your old mother, wife and children at home still rely on you. If you go to jail, their lives will be over."

Dachun barely came back to his senses and was still pulling when Zhou Wanniang, who had heard the noise, ran over. She pushed through the crowd and walked up.

Everyone suddenly fell silent.

Dachun also saw his wife and looked at her with some resentment and some heartache, "Why are you here?"

Zhou Wanniang ignored him and walked straight to Hua Bulius to look at him.

Hua Bulius's pain had passed and she could finally see the person in front of her clearly.

When he looked up, he found that he was surrounded by villagers, and standing in front of him was the person he had been staring at for the past few days.

He couldn't help but grin at her and said maliciously: "Young lady, here I am, did I make you feel comfortable that day?"

The face was completely different, but Zhou Wanniang recognized him as soon as he spoke. She said coldly, "It's him, it's him!"

"Yes, it's me." Hua Bulius stared at her, his eyes sliding from her chest to her waist. He licked his lips and said, "It's been half a year, but I still remember the smell of the young lady..."

"Ah——" Dachun finally couldn't stand it anymore, he yelled, pushed away the people who stopped him, rushed forward and kicked and hit Hua Bulyu. Zhou Wanniang turned and left, Pan Yun glanced at her back, jumped back and avoided Dachun who was rushing towards him.

Seeing Qu Le still standing there in a daze, she immediately pulled him aside and said, "Are you stupid? You can't even dodge this?"

Qu Le: "...what if he was beaten to death?"

Pan Yun: "I was just passing by to ask for a bowl of water, but the crowd got excited and beat up too many people. Who knows who did it?"

Dachun's brain was controlled by anger, his eyes were red, and he kicked Hua Bulius's head, chest, waist and abdomen...

Although Hua Buliu's Dantian was destroyed and he was seriously injured, his instincts were still there. When Dachun's first kick came, he immediately turned over to avoid it and blocked it with his back...

A cold light flashed in his eyes and he rolled on the ground twice. Dachun's kicks missed three times in a row. He became furious and pounced on him, pinned him down and beat him with his fists.

Hua Buliu was hit twice by Dachun, but he was not angry at all. His right hand, which was trampled into a bloody mess, was ready to grab Dachun's neck, but he was hit by a stone just as he raised it. His hand went numb and fell down helplessly...

Dachun knew nothing about this. He just sat on Hua Bului and pounded his fists at him, pouring out all the resentment and anger that had been accumulating in his heart for half a year.

The villagers also hated this flower thief, and rushed over, and together with Dachun, they kicked and punched Hua Bulyu from time to time...

Now, even without Pan Yun, Hua Bulius had no chance of capturing hostages, because there were too many people. As soon as he raised his hand, someone would kick him, or grab him and beat him up again.

Hua Bului finally became panic-stricken. He felt that he was about to die and be beaten to death.

He could only rely on his instinct and experience to dodge and barely protect his neck and head.

But he was still being kicked, beaten, and strangled. If he didn't stop it, he would definitely die...

Just as the thought came to his mind, he vaguely heard a cry, "All of you get out of my way!"

Zhou Wanniang, who had run away, came back with a pair of scissors in her hand and pushed away several villagers.

The villager who was pushed away was fighting enthusiastically and was a little unhappy, but when he looked up and saw Zhou Wanniang with murderous eyes, he tactfully said nothing and silently gave way.

The villagers all made way, revealing Dachun, who was half-kneeling on the innermost side and punching Hua Bulius.

He was knocked down when Hua Bului was dodging. He was surrounded by villagers and couldn't stand up, so he simply half-knelt and chased Hua Bului, punching him.

He was pushed away by Zhou Wanniang, and Dachun looked up at her with red eyes, "What do you want to do? Protect this adulterer and whore?"

Zhou Wanniang raised the large scissors in her hand and said coldly, "Get out of the way!"

Dachun paused and silently took two steps back.

Zhou Wanniang passed him and stood beside Hua Buliu. Hua Buliu raised his head with difficulty and saw that it was Zhou Wanniang. Just as he was about to tease her, he saw Zhou Wanniang raised her scissors and cut downwards viciously...

Hua Buliu's eyes widened. He wanted to dodge, but Zhou Wanniang was too fast. He only raised his leg and the scissors went in...

The pain in the corpus cavernosum took a while to reach the brain. Hua Bului screamed in pain, her eyes bloodshot. It was even more painful than when Pan Jun destroyed her dantian.

But Zhou Wanniang did not stop. After she estimated the right position, she pulled out the scissors and stabbed down seven or eight times in a row. She also opened the scissors and cut at his crotch. Blood mixed with cloth and flesh flew everywhere. The scene was silent for a moment, with only the sound of Hua Bulius screaming and the clanging sound of the scissors.

The male villagers only felt a chill in their lower body, and the coldness rushed up their spines to their brains. Everyone couldn't help but take two steps back.

Even Dachun, who was kneeling beside him, felt his legs go weak. He crawled back two steps and sat down on the ground, staring blankly at his wife, whose face was covered in blood and looked even more ferocious.

Qu Le hid behind Pan Yun and Miao Zhen, trembling with fear, and asked with trembling lips: "Can he, he, he... still be alive?"

Pan Yun took a step back, swallowed his saliva and said, "Yes, it should be possible..."

It was not until Zhou Wanniang cut his hair into pieces that the village women beside him came forward, took her hands and hugged her, "Dachun's, it's clean now, it's ok."

The women crowded in and surrounded the innermost circle in an instant. They grabbed Zhou Wanniang and lifted her up from the ground. When they passed by Hua Bulius, one kicked him and the other stepped on him, persuading Zhou Wanniang, "I took a look and it was cut into pieces. If you still feel bad, you can get a knife and cut open the lower abdomen, pull out the last bit of stuff and cut it clean."

A male villager quickly spoke up to stop him, "Mother, stop talking nonsense..."

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's just like castrating pigs and chickens. It's not that difficult. I've always been the one castrating our chickens. I know this. Wan Niang, just tell me whether you want to prune the roots or not."

Zhou Wanniang said angrily: "Cut it!"

A group of women rolled up their sleeves and took action.

Pan Yun immediately stepped forward and said, "Sisters, why don't you let the next family do this job?"

Everyone turned their heads together, "Next one?"

Pan Jun nodded repeatedly, swallowed his saliva and whispered: "There is more than one victim, there are several families. If you...you cut them all off, how will the next family vent their anger? Why don't you leave it to the next family."

Everyone went to see Zhou Wanniang.

(End of this chapter)