God-level Punishment System

When the school was built, Chen Sheng remembered clearly that his parents had been asking for help for the construction of the school, and they also took out their only savings.

During that period of time, their family hadn't been able to see a few times a whole year, his young face was yellow and thin, and he really hurt his parents.

After the construction of the school was completed, the village chief took the lead in killing the pigs and distributed them to the various households who contributed their efforts. Then he called the next thing he was busy with and divided the school into Chenjia Village, which was actually his Under the name.

Later, although the tuition fees of the school were not much, all of them fell into his pocket, and it was comparable to a pig.

After being blocked by Chen Sheng's sentence, the village head opened his mouth for a long time, but he couldn't suffocate a word.

He thought Chen Sheng had always had a really bad mind. Now that Chen Sheng's parents have passed away, Chen Sheng doesn't understand these things, but he doesn't know them. Chen Sheng sees these things more clearly than anyone else.

"Hu, nonsense." The village chief suffocated for a long time, and didn't suffocate a fart. Those who supported the village chief were anxious. "What happened back then? How can you listen to you talking nonsense here? , Slander the village chief."

"Hurry up and take your parents' coffin away. Anyway, you can't just put it in Chenjia Village, let alone be buried in the village cemetery."

Chen Sheng raised his head and looked at the person who spoke.

If I remember correctly, the man who spoke was named Chen Lei, and he should respectfully call him uncle.

Chen Lei is his mother's eldest brother, and he was the first person to beg after his parents passed away.

At this moment, the villagers were speechless by Chen Sheng. Chen Lei, as Chen Sheng's uncle, stood up and said such words, and the sense of self-blame in the hearts of the villagers disappeared instantly.

"Yes, yes, no matter who did those things or the truth, anyway, your parents are dead, and you can't be buried in the cemetery without a portrait."

"There is no portrait. If buried in the cemetery, it will attract the attention of the demons. I just heard that demons appeared in this area a while ago. You must not attract them."

"It's not just now, you think, there is no portrait of his parents' corpses. Even if those demons don't find them now, they will definitely find them in the future. Then the demons will be happy to eat. Our own parents' corpses can still be kept. ?"

"Well, it's reasonable, it's reasonable," more and more people shouted, they should drink, "Chen Sheng, no matter what your parents did during their lifetime, even if they did so many good deeds, good deeds, then They don't want to bring disaster to our village after death, right?"

Hearing the shouts of the people, the village chief kept his expression unmoved and winked at Chen Lei. Chen Lei nodded quickly and took a step forward respectfully.

Seeing Chen Lei walk out, the villagers instantly became quiet.

Squinting his eyes and scanning the two coffins, Chen Lei said, "Chen Sheng, if you want to treat me as your uncle, just listen to what your uncle said. Your parents are happy to be kind and good throughout their lives. Don't ruin their reputation after you die. Let them be infamy!"

boom!

Listening to the words of these people and looking at Chen Lei's face, Chen Shenggai was distraught and clenched his fists tightly together. If he could, he really wanted to slaughter these people with human faces and beast hearts.

"Chen Lei!" He yelled, glaring at each other, "Do you remember who was carrying your son on his back when your youngest son was sick seven years ago, walking hundreds of miles of mountain roads and piercing twice. Shoes, sent to the border town to see a doctor?"

"And you, Chen Chao, do you remember that in the winter four years ago, you accidentally slipped into the ice cave, who jumped down desperately, rescued you, and then lay at home for a month Time has slowed down and almost died?"

"And you, Chen Ming, a year ago, your wife gave birth to a baby, and his wife died. The child coughed and coughed so severely that he coughed up bleeding. Who was it that took care of the child for you day and night so that the child survived? "

"And you..."

Chen Sheng's voice was louder than one sentence, one sentence more angry, and one sentence more exciting, which was sobering.

These are just a shred of what his parents did for the people of Chenjiacun.

And now, these people are gathered together just for an unnecessary danger, asking him to throw the corpses of his parents into the wilderness, regardless.

"What you said is good, where is the painter in the west of the village?" Chen Sheng roared, his sharp eyes scanned the audience, and finally fell on an old man.

"How much money does he need to paint a portrait? As long as those of you who have benefited from my parents can give a little help, my parents, wouldn't there be a portrait to use for coffins?"

The painter was stared at by Chen Sheng, and the hand holding the pen holder trembling uncontrollably.

"Chen Sheng, you are presumptuous!" Seeing this, the village chief took a step forward, "You are so bold, do you know, who are you talking to?"

The status of the painter is higher than that of the equivalent cultivator. In a village like Chenjiacun, there are just two or three warriors in the early stage of the Qi Refining Realm, such as the village chief and others.

But for so many years, there was only this one painter, and it is said that Chen Jiacun finally welcomed him back.

Chen Sheng has seen this painter paint with the methods used by Mo Lao. It is a world of difference, and it is not the same. However, there are hundreds of people of all ages and young in Chenjia Village who count on him to paint portraits, so the status is naturally very high.

Chen Sheng snorted and smiled contemptuously.

He knows that the village chief is talking about him. If you want these people to collect money, you don’t even have a bit of oily storage left, but it’s harder to let them pay from their arms than to kill them. .

"What are you laughing at?" Seeing Chen Sheng's mind suddenly so clear, the village head and Chen Lei looked at each other and felt tricky, "No matter what you say, as the head of Chenjia Village, I am responsible for the whole village. Without a portrait, your parents are not allowed to be buried here."

After a person dies, just like the fallen leaves, the fallen leaves cannot return to their roots. Isn't it a lonely ghost?

During this period, Liang Hao had been watching with cold eyes. Perhaps it was because of his calmness that shocked the village chief and others. This was why he never shot Chen Sheng directly. But at this point, from Chen Lei's few people. Judging from the actions of their feet, if Chen Sheng still does not make concessions, they will definitely make a move.

"Haha." Chen Sheng suddenly sneered, "Who is telling you that my parents don't have a portrait?"

Chen Sheng suddenly raised this question. The village chief, his uncle Chen Lei and others were stunned, and subconsciously turned their heads to the old painter.

"It's really a fool, nonsense!" When they saw the old painter, he blew his beard and stared at him. He stretched out his fingers and tremblingly pointed at the coffin of Chen Sheng's parents, "I have painted a portrait of decades. Is it possible that even the power of a portrait can't be noticed?"

"Put away your paws for me. You are not qualified to speak at my parents' coffin."