The thief laughed loudly, his face distorted terribly.
With faces like greedy bugs one by one, they let the remaining villagers try it one by one.
Like the first villager, each person can only turn gold out once, and the thief got angry.
After killing all the villagers, the blood sprayed on the stone horse like broken petals, and then slowly flowed down.
"Boss, I think it must be the stone horse!" A little thief ran to the boss to offer advice, and he looked at the stone horse angrily and greedily.
"Boss, how about this, let's cut off its head and bring it back to the cottage for people to pet slowly."
The boss thought about it for a while, and the more he thought about it, the more he thought about it. He turned his head to look at the brothers behind him, and shouted loudly.
"Listen to me, everyone. I'm going to cut off the head of this stone horse and bring it back to our brothers to slowly turn it into gold. Brothers, bring this guy!"
The thieves behind all showed their big knives, walked up to the stone horse, raised their knives, and slashed at his neck with a knife!
With a harsh sound, the knife in the thief's hand collapsed and flew, and the thief's arm was numb. Looking at the knife that fell in the crevice of the stone, he kicked the horse's hoof angrily.
The horse's hoof was very hard, and the painful thief hugged his foot and screamed.
Seeing this, the boss of the thief rubbed his chin and pondered for a while, then turned to look at the second child: "Second brother, how do we get it away?"
The second child thought about it for a while, and with an idea, he approached the boss: "Brother, we might as well use a cannon. After lighting the cannon, I don't believe it can still be so stubborn!"
The thief boss smiled slyly: "This is not bad, butif his head is blown to pieces, won't we lose the gold?"
The second child rubbed his head: "That's right, why don't we use a chainsaw!"
"This is fine!" The thief boss nodded in satisfaction, and greeted his brother to go back to the cottage to get the chainsaw. A group of people waited in Shimagou for a long time, and the thief came running with the evidence.
The boss of the thief greeted, and several people saw the horse's neck with a rattle.
The sound was so loud that the thieves used up several saw teeth before cutting off the horse's neck.
Holding the horse's head, the thief boss laughed loudly: "Brothers, let's go!"
A group of people walked away with greedy smiles.
The horse lost its head, and its white body was covered with streaks of fresh blood, and blood flowed into rivers around its feet.
The heavy rain poured down, washing the blood into the water, and the horse returned to its white appearance, but it could no longer conjure gold.
The horse's head disappeared, so the white horse in Shimagou became a headless horse. The white horse that once turned into gold and helped people realize their wishes has since become a legend passed down by word of mouth.
And the middle-aged man who was rescued by the white horse has also become a magical legend that can help people cure various strange diseases with needles.