After this ritual-like action was completed, the two of them hugged their heads again and cried for a while. After that, they got up together and walked in front of Wang Luo.

"Thank you for killing this beast." The man said.

"Thank you for avenging our children." The woman spoke with a weeping voice, and bowed down to worship. "Thank you so much...."

"You want to repay my words." Wang Luo pointed in the direction of the village in the distance. "How about helping me build all the houses that were burned down? I don't want to spoil those.... However, during the fight, there was no way to control the dragon. ”

The remark caused a commotion in the crowd. "Of course!" The man looked surprised, and then smiled as if relieved. "No problem!"

Subsequently, there was a commotion among the villagers, and their expressions and the tone of their conversation became more and more relaxed and casual.

Wang Luo felt this change, looked at the village chief who had not made a sound for a long time, and then looked at the old man.

The village chief blended in with the crowd and didn't seem to have the meaning to speak. And this old man's expression did not become relaxed, but his expression became fierce and distorted, glaring at Wang Luo without fear, as if he was a warrior challenging the demon.

"Bring him out." Wang Luo pointed to the old man and instructed his subordinates on the side. "Let's have a public trial."

When Bolie heard this, he immediately led someone forward, dragged the old man out, and tied him to a wooden stake.

The villagers screamed, but no one tried to stop them. The old man did not resist and allowed them to tie himself up.

"Your sins are in the form of ethereal words, fate, God... Destroy the villagers' courage for revenge and resistance. Do you plead guilty? ”

Wang Luo stood in front of the old man and said so.

"The gods won't forgive you." The old man opened his eyes, looked at Wang Luo resentfully, and cursed. "If you kill a blessing from God, the kingdom will be destroyed! Maybe you don't believe in God at all? In hell after death, you will endure the most cruel torture! ”

"This...."Wang Luo smiled. Yes and no. I am a Chinese, God may or may not have, anyway, it has nothing to do with me. In my opinion, even if there is a powerful god, it cares about the life and death of people, and will not give a gift to someone who eats people. As for hell or something..."

"That's something you need to care about after death. When you are alive, you should think about how to live well, and this is the key. Wang Luo looked at the villagers. Do you know what sins this old fellow has committed? ”

No one was silent. So Wang Luo looked at the village chief. "Mr. Village Chief, do you know?"

The village chief stepped out of the crowd. "After returning from the army, Grandpa Lovell began to work as a priest and was in charge of the sacrifices in our village for more than ten years, and he never committed any sin."

"Sacrifice?" Wang Luo asked.

"Yes." The village chief said. "Every year a man is chosen and sent to the altar of God, and he blesses him before God, cutting off his limbs, and plucking out his internal organs, so that he can ascend to heaven without care. In the past, priests did this series of work while they were still alive. After Grandpa Lovell presided, he changed it to cut the throat first to relieve the pain in the process...."

"This is it." Wang Luo pointed at Lovell. "Since this old gentleman is so kind, let him perform this ritual."

"There are no new priests." The village chief was busy. "It must be performed on the altar by the priest with the hands of the priest, who drinks a special medicine for the 'chosen one', who wears God's blessed garments, and who uses God's blessed sword, prays to God and receives an answer...."

"It's okay!" Wang Luo waved his hand. "You don't need any of that! Since he was such a devout priest, God would have ignored these little details and accepted him with tolerance. Even if it doesn't work, he can come back, and we can cut him again. ”

"Poof!" Maybe Wang Luo was too serious, and the crowd burst into laughter.

Moreover, it was not from Wang Luo's subordinates, but from the villagers, the laughter of several women. This made the village chief very angry, and he couldn't help but face Wang Luo again and argue with reason. "It's not etiquette.... We've been doing this for hundreds of years...."

"So it's more important to change, isn't it?" Wang Luo took a big knife from the side and gestured at the old man. "Chop off the limbs first, and then take out the internal organs..."He looked at the man in the couple next to him, "I'm not too sure, I'm afraid I'll chop it crookedly, or you will do it?" ”

A look of eagerness flashed across the man's face, but he glanced at the village chief and shook his head.

"Oops, that's a pity. Wouldn't it be a pity if it was cut crooked, so that the old gentleman could not go to heaven? Wang Luo looked at the village chief who threatened others with his eyes. So be it. Find someone to practice his hands, and if he goes to heaven, then the old gentleman will definitely be fine; If he didn't go up, then he could also carefully explain where the cut was wrong, and when I cut the old man, I could also correct it. ”

After saying that, he waved his hand, and the two contractors who couldn't hold back their laughter immediately stepped forward and tied the village chief to the old priest's side---- although the village chief shouted and struggled with all his might, but it was useless.

"Then, it's about to begin." Wang Luo walked up to the village chief and raised the ring-headed sword. "Cut left or right first?"

He weighed it a few times, and was about to swing his knife down.

When the knife was slashed, the village chief burst into tears and let out a high-pitched scream.

"Stop !!!!"

Its voice was loud and heroic, reaching the sky, and even the mountains in the distance resonated.

"Huh?" Wang Luo really stopped, then put down the knife and rubbed his ears. "Do you want to change your other hand?"

"I was wrong! I shouldn't have gone unpaid! The village chief said with a crying voice. I shouldn't have saved this old man! If you want to kill him, kill him! But please spare me! ”

"If you said it earlier," Wang Luo looked at him and raised his knife again. "Why so? It's late now, and I don't like to go back on my word. Rest assured, as long as you are pious and dedicated to God, you will definitely be able to go to heaven. ”

"Stop!! I... I know where the dragon's lair is! ”

This time, before the knife fell, the village chief shouted something like this.

"Oh?" Wang Luo put down the knife again. "Say it earlier, it's taboo to stop waving a knife, and it's easy to herniate the disc in your waist."

The village chief was already sweating profusely, and he couldn't breathe when he spoke. "Rao... Spare me, and I'll tell you where the dragon's lair is. It has lived there for many years and has accumulated a lot of treasures.... It's like you killed the dragon and paid you. ”

"What's there?" Wang Luo asked.

"Gold, gold as high as a mountain.... There are also all kinds of gemstones, as many as the stars in the sky. As long as you let me go, I'll tell you there... No, I'll take you! I know where the treasure is! The dragon is dead, there is no danger, you can just give me a piece of achievement! ”