After the villagers got what they wanted, they thought it was the work of the master. Little did they know that they had spent their own fortune and lifespan.
In just one month, the master had already won over the villagers of several neighboring villages. Now he had the highest say in the villages.
The witch didn't say anything about his actions. She just wanted to live her own life. She had no energy left to care about those who had disappointed her.
The witch was never a great kind - hearted person. She was vengeful. At first, she was willing to save the villagers just to gain a foothold in the village. But now it seemed that the villagers didn't need her. Since they had chosen to abandon her first, the witch didn't think she had the obligation to remind them.
So, with Dahu's boasting, the villagers in the village trusted the master extremely.
The witch's indifference also brought her punishment.
Eventually,
The master said that his ability had reached its limit. He needed the villagers to get a book from the witch's house. There was a secret hidden in that book.
Whoever could get the book would get whatever they wanted. They could even obtain what they desired without the master's help.
If someone else had said such things, the villagers would have told him to get out long ago. But this was the master who was extremely convincing.
Now he asked them to confront the former witch, and the villagers' expressions became hesitant.
After all, they had seen the witch's power. Everyone was afraid of accidentally angering her and facing the consequences.
Seeing their hesitation, the master threw out a more tempting condition. He said in a seductive tone,
"Do you know what you can get if you eat the witch's flesh and blood?"
He deliberately dragged out his words, piquing the villagers' interest. They all stared at him eagerly.
The master chuckled and said,
"Whoever eats her flesh and blood will live forever. Don't you want to be with your family forever? With that book, you can get whatever you want, and with an endless life, don't you want it?"
"If you've made up your minds, come to me. I guarantee I can protect you."
The master's last words pushed the villagers' enthusiasm to the peak.
Their biggest concern was the witch's revenge, but now they had nothing to worry about.
There were only benefits right in front of them, benefits they could reach out and grab. Who wouldn't want a share?
Everyone did.
The once simple and honest villagers still couldn't resist the temptation and chose to side with the master. They did whatever the master said. Mainly, it was for their own sake.
And that's how things ended up the way they were.
The villagers broke into the witch's house as the master told them to. Each of them had a fierce and determined look on their faces.
But what the master didn't expect was that the witch had long anticipated her impending death and set up a curse in advance.
She was going to take these villagers down with her even if she died. That was the witch's way. She always avenged her enemies.
She watched as the villagers rushed in with torches and knives. She didn't run. She just felt extremely tired, so tired that she wanted to die.
All her good deeds had never brought her a good result. Maybe it was a relief to die like this.
From the moment they broke in, no one hesitated. Everyone was afraid that the witch would fight back, so they acted quickly and brutally.
The villagers who ate her flesh and blood would never be able to get rid of the habit of eating human flesh and bones for the rest of their lives.
When the villagers rushed into the witch's house with torches and knives, she didn't resist. When the sharp weapons in the villagers' hands cut into her body, she didn't beg for mercy. She quietly awaited death.
The villagers were afraid of any mistakes, so they killed the witch as soon as they rushed in.
The witch was momentarily dazed when she saw the crazy looks on their faces. Their faces overlapped with those who had once come to her piously for medicine.
Time had changed everything. Everyone would change. This was the last thought in the witch's mind before she died.
Everyone who broke into her house and destroyed it was cursed. The shingles around the waist was just a small punishment for them. The witch didn't allow them to die easily. She wanted them to suffer, unable to live or die.
The day after the villagers ransacked the witch's house, they noticed something strange.
The book in the witch's house was torn to pieces during the scramble, and no one was willing to take out the part they had snatched.
The villagers who had broken into the witch's house first developed red rashes on their bodies. At that time, the villagers didn't care. The symptoms of the villagers who had eaten the witch's flesh and blood showed up first.
Their indifferent attitude eventually plunged them into the abyss of hell.
When the first person screamed and rushed out of the house, they realized that the red spots on their bodies were not a minor issue.
After the first villager died miserably, the remaining villagers began to think about how to solve this problem.
They dug out the books they had stolen from the witch's house. This time, the villagers united and took out the papers they had snatched.
This was the first time the villagers got together to find a solution. All their past grudges were forgotten. In the face of death, they could be abandoned.
Because the village was remote and the language in the book was difficult to understand.
The witch didn't guard against the villagers when she wrote this book. Or maybe it was a new trap for them.
Some villagers in urgent situations couldn't wait for others to find a way to relieve their pain. They could only endure the pain and tried to scrape off the scales that were almost wrapping around their waists with a knife.
But all their efforts were in vain. No matter how hard they tried and how brutally they treated themselves, even though their flesh was dug out and their bodies were in a terrible state, the pain was unbearable.
The incomplete scales on their bodies seemed to have a life of their own. Even if they were dug out, they would cover their bodies again in an instant. The growth rate was terrifyingly fast, and there was no way to escape.
The villagers had seen the horror of the shingles around the waist.
Over the years of dealing with this disease, the villagers had noticed a pattern, which was the smell.
Anyone who was infected with this disease had a smell. Although it was extremely faint, for the villagers who were already on high alert about this disease, no matter how faint the smell was, after years of contact, they could smell it immediately.
This was why when Chu Zhiyuan first arrived at the village entrance, they had already hidden in their houses in advance. Because they smelled the smell on Chu Zhiqiu.
The villagers were scared but helpless. They could only hide uselessly. This was their current situation.
When Ning Yitao pieced the story together, she came back to her senses and looked at the villagers in front of her. She felt a chill run down her spine.
These were no longer villagers.
The fear and greed in their eyes were intertwined. Their greedy gazes were all fixed on Ning Yitao.
It was really disgusting. Ning Yitao's gaze was cold as she ignored the villagers.
Even the program crew was stunned by what had suddenly happened.
Their original intention was to use Ning Yitao as a gimmick to come to her hometown. They never expected to dig out such an old story and a blood - case.
Everyone present thought that these villagers had extremely thick skins.
They had personally killed Ning Yitao's grandmother and even ate human flesh. Now they had the audacity to ask Ning Yitao to save them.
But these were clearly the punishments they deserved.
It was impossible for them to escape now.
There were a lot of scolding voices on the Internet. Although their symptoms were pitiful, their actions were even more hateful.
Shouldn't people who did something wrong accept the punishment?
Netizens on the Internet were all standing up for Ning Yitao.
Ning Yitao just came to participate in the program, but suddenly she had to face such a large amount of information. No matter who it was, they would be unable to accept it at once and would be sad.
And these villagers were still shamelessly asking Ning Yitao for help, without feeling that they had done anything wrong.
Ning Yitao just stood quietly in the crowd, with no expression on her face.
At her feet, all the villagers were kneeling on the ground, looking forward to Ning Yitao's rescue with eager eyes.