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Chapter 372 Escape for me 30

After a period of hard work, all the villagers had their bellies bulging like pregnant women expecting to give birth.

Even Mrs. Zhu, who was paralyzed in bed, was not spared.

The belly of the last person was sewn together, and the clay doll was consumed.

As early as when making clay dolls, Moyou had already calculated the number of people.

Zhu Zhiqiang, who was the first to have his stomach stitched, felt something was wrong while lying down.

The clay doll that had been stuffed inside seemed to be melting in his belly.

He screamed in horror, attracting Moyou who was about to go out.

These rows of wailing people made her feel happy from the bottom of her heart, so she still had time to care about Zhu Zhiqiang.

"what happened?"

"It's... it's melted." Zhu Zhiqiang pointed at his stomach in fear and shouted with a trembling voice.

"Snapped!"

Moyou stepped forward, slapped him hard, strangled his face with her hands, and dug her long nails into his flesh.

"Don't say such unfavorable words. If you don't give birth to the child properly, I will kill you!"

Zhu Zhiqiang was stunned when he heard these words, and there was a sense of familiarity in his heart, but the pain on his face immediately made him unable to think anymore.

Mo You shook the fleshy leather strips on his hands and became friendly again, "Okay, those who have a belly should stay in a good mood and don't do this next time."

She stood up and looked at the other people in the room with satisfaction, "Pregnant people need to supplement their nutrition. I will get you some food."

The villagers watched her go out, but not towards the kitchen, but towards the other side of the mountain.

"Village Chief! Village Chief! Think of a way." Someone wailed in pain.

I don’t know what’s wrong with that woman, but she always tortures them before cutting open their stomachs.

So among this group of people, they either had headaches or leg pains, and besides their stomachs, there was always a severe pain in one place.

The lunatic's explanation for this was, "As long as other places hurt, then you will ignore the pain in your stomach! Am I very considerate!"

The village chief gasped hard and rolled his eyes.

How could he think of a solution? Even if he could think of it now that he was like this, could he still explain it?

After a while, the man seemed to remember that the village chief had just been walked around with a sewing machine on his mouth, and now his entire mouth was sewn up, sticking up in front like a duck.

This is also thanks to the village chief's smooth skin. Someone with tight skin and flesh would not be able to achieve this effect.

In the past, the entire village followed the village chief's orders, but now that the village chief has fallen, they have no other option.

The room was filled with howls. The men who used to laugh at women giving birth were now the loudest ones.

The few women in the village were put together by Mo You. They endured the pain while resenting Mo You.

Doesn't she feel sorry for women?Then why do you still attack them?

There is nothing they can do in this village. They have to plan for his future after giving birth to a son.

If the women they bought hadn't wanted to run away, they wouldn't have punished them in such a harsh way.

Even though this group of women had thousands of reasons to excuse themselves, Moyou couldn't help but hold back because they didn't listen to them.

Even if you hang out with these sisters-in-law, you might even be used to vent your anger around your own men.

only……

Several pairs of feet kicked Old Mrs. Zhu further away in unison. It stinks!And the bugs flew to them.

How does Zhu Zhiqiang take care of his mother? After all, it is impossible without a woman in the family...

When they mentioned Zhu Zhiqiang, they thought of Mo You again.

Hateful eyes passed through the crowd and were accurately cast on Zhu Zhiqiang.

If it weren't for him, how could this crazy woman find them.

Women think so, and men naturally think so too.

They are placed in one place, making it even easier to use.

Some people would stretch out a leg and stomp on Zhu Zhiqiang's severed limb even if his stomach was pulled.

"Ouch! Whose foot! Who the hell is stepping on me!"

Zhu Zhiqiang was so painful that he was sweating all over. No one answered his words, but in the next second, countless legs stretched out.

"It hurts! It hurts! Don't step on it, someone will die!"

Even though the villagers themselves were in pain, hearing Zhu Zhiqiang's wailing still made them feel a lot more comfortable.

Zhu Zhiqiang lost his arms and legs and was unable to resist the damage caused by those feet.

At this time, he caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye and shouted quickly, "Save me, they want to kill me."

Mo You, who had just stepped in, was full of questions. Even if he was in urgent need of medical treatment, it would be ridiculous to ask her for help.

But with Zhu Zhiqiang's voice, those legs really shrank back.

Some of the guilty ones rubbed themselves on the ground in an attempt to eliminate evidence of guilt.

Mo You put down the pottery vat in his hand and said nonchalantly, "It's okay to have a little fight, but you have to pay attention to the children."

As soon as he said these words, Zhu Zhiqiang felt that those malicious eyes were on him instantly.

He tried his best to move towards Li Feng, who was unable to move. At least there was such a big man, so he should be able to block him.

Moyou took out a large spoon and stirred it in the pottery jar, scooping out a spoonful of dark brown paste mixed with some green uncrushed leaves.

"Open your mouth."

Zhu Zhiqiang looked at this smiling face, his teeth were chattering up and down, but he still didn't open them.

"Do you want me to knock out all your teeth?" Moyou's smile faded, and a hint of impatience appeared on his face.

Hearing this, Zhu Zhiqiang reluctantly opened his mouth, and the spoonful of paste went into his mouth.

As soon as it entered his mouth, he reflexively wanted to spit it out, but Moyou stepped on his mouth in advance.

"Swallow."

It wasn't until she saw Zhu Zhiqiang's throat rolling that she let go and went to feed the next person.

Zhu Zhiqiang stuck out his tongue, and the taste in his throat was too much for him to remember.

Fortunately, the thing wasn't as disgusting as he imagined. Although it smelled of earth and grass juice, at least she didn't really go crazy and feed them shit.

Moyou had trouble feeding the village chief. She didn't consider eating when she sewed her mouth shut.

The skin on the village chief's face was tense, and his often squinted eyes were forced to reveal, staring at Mo You.

He looked at Mo You's troubled face, then looked at the spoon dripping something unknown, and realized that this meal was not a must-eat.

For the first time, I was glad that I couldn't open my mouth.

Moyou put down the spoon, turned around and went out. Just when the village chief thought she had given up, he brought in another funnel with a sharp nose.

He forcefully squeezed out a small hole in the densely packed stitches, inserted a funnel and poured the spoonful of paste into it.

Because his mouth was sealed, the village chief didn't even have a chance to vomit, so he could only swallow it all under Moyou's death gaze.

Moyou touched his chin. It was quite easy, and she didn't even need to step on it.