The third house was even farther away, and when the entire second house was beginning to be enveloped in raging fire, several people finally took a step and hurried towards the third house.

He didn't say a word along the way, but the deliberately slowed down still revealed the uneasiness and panic in his heart.

There are two rice fields between the second family and the third family, after the rice in Ningcheng is planted, it will be ripe for three to four seasons, in other mountain villages in Ningcheng, the rice fields are in a barren state all the year round, most of the farmers have gone out to work, there are few people who stay to farm quietly, even if they stay to farm, there are few people who specialize in planting rice, they are all staying to plant some melons and the like, or directly planting tobacco.

Because there is a tobacco processing factory near Ningcheng, tobacco and the like are still relatively popular.

The peasants here still maintain the habit of fifteen years ago, when the middle-aged women did not like TV to the most, but a few little daughters-in-law or mothers-in-law sitting together, chatting about the short stories of the east and west, growing grain and vegetables in the fields, self-sufficient, and more could be picked up and sold in the market.

The third house was getting closer and closer, and in the distance, I could see a few vague figures standing there in the third house, but I couldn't tell which one it was, but I heard the innocent smiles of the children in the far direction.

"It's okay." The monk breathed a sigh of relief, Qin Mu and Lisuo couldn't help but smile on their faces, only Yu Xiu looked at the direction of the third house with a pensive face, touched his lips and thought, and didn't speak for a long time.

If Yu Xiu unconsciously touched his mouth with his hand, it meant that this person was thinking again, which was completely different from Qin Mu, because when Qin Mu was in a daze, there was no warning at all, as long as he saw this guy's eyes and looked at a certain place without turning, most of them had already started to wander.

A few people happily ran towards the third family, several three figures in the house were all facing away from Qin Mu, the monk ran the fastest all the way, maybe the joy of not seeing a living person for a long time filled the entire chest, and when he ran over, he was also extremely excited, and even dispelled some of the haze left by the intimidation of the three heads before.

Soon, however, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Walked to the nearest thin figure, it was a little kid wearing a white cotton vest, not even wearing pants, the bare butt was exposed to the air, the white vest because it had been worn for a long time, and it was not changed in time, so it showed a dark yellow, such a color, when illuminated by the sun, it looked more obvious.

The child only gave the monk a back, as if he was looking at something in front of him, and the fixed old man did not speak for a long time, and he was concentrated, and even the monk observed the old man for a long time without finding it.

"Hey, kid, what are you looking at?" The monk finds it funny, and anyone who sees an expression that should be on an adult's face appears on a child's face.

However, the child still looked ahead intently, and he didn't even feel comfortable taking care of the monk.

The monk touched the tip of his nose and gently nudged the child.

And a scene that surprised him appeared, the child shook under the monk's push, like a crazy dog's tail grass on the ground, swayed from side to side twice, and in the monk's surprised eyes, it was like a lump of meat without any support, and fell to the ground softly.

At this time, the monk realized that the child's face was gone, and what he left behind was not a body, but just a skin.

A skin as thin as a cicada's wings.

The skin is very complete, look closely, even the pores and weak blood vessels of the other party can be seen clearly, the inside of the skin, wrapped in the unique red soil of Ningcheng, this is why at the beginning, the monk will see this child running with his back to him in the house in a very cheerful attitude, and even the child's silver bell-like laughter can be heard in the air, echoing left and right.

The skin was knocked down by the monk, and the soil inside also fell off, and when it was blown by the wind, the faceless skin spun in the air like a hat, making a sound like cracking silk, beating everyone's hearts one after another, sullen, but not chaotic at all, like a low drum beat.

Li Suo went crazy and pounced on the remaining figure in the house, but he didn't expect that this figure was also like the child just now, just a faceless skin filled with Ningcheng's unique red soil.

A family of five all died in this way.

Qin Mu looked at the neatly arranged five skins in the house, they had old people and children, men and women, but just one night later, all of them died, and their time stayed forever, one night in November 2013.

Only the dead are always the same age. It takes the same season, but because of such a thing, life ends forever, but they are all innocent, aren't they?

Lisuo suddenly roared like a madman, his voice was majestic, and the long howl was endless, and no one knew what he was yelling at, and perhaps even he didn't know what he was yelling at.

It's just that he felt as if something was burning him in his chest, and this burning sensation seemed to pierce his chest, and all words were pale here, and all words were weak here, and no one could understand his feelings, no one could understand his feelings for this mountain village.

He can only roar, only howl, vent the fire in his chest, and spray out the resentment in his chest, so that he can forget this matter and forget everything when he is exhausted.

In Lisuo's frantic roar, Qin Mu Qingyue's voice suddenly sounded, and in his mouth, he was singing a tune that he didn't even know how to leave Suo, this voice was soft and tactful, if he hadn't seen Qin Mu in sight, Lisuo would have thought that it was a woman who was singing this song, who would have thought that Qin Mu, a man like five big and three rough, could still sing such a tactful tune.

This voice sounded suddenly, without warning, and Qin Mu's voice was extremely loud with the help of his spiritual power, and it felt louder than the voice of the walkie-talkie that the police uncle used to shout.

This tactful tune is the witch song used to soothe the soul in the second chapter of the witch song, and it is also a war song, almost the first ten witch songs belong to the war song, because the ten witch songs at the beginning belong to the auxiliary type of witch song, and the earliest witch wish, to put it bluntly, is an auxiliary.

Qin Mu's witch song added a lot of things to the soldiers, if you want to start a war with the other party, the witch here wishes a song of death or chaos can sing the opposite side of the immortal to death.

Under Qin Mu's tactful tone, Lisuo gradually returned to normal and stopped howling, but he was still quietly flowing with tears and refused to stop.