Packing up his mood, he turned around and walked in the direction of Dongxiang.

It's only a few months away from home.

Tang Qi turned into a root of dry firewood.

The second father became a demon man.

The inn turned into a mushroom.

After all kinds of stimuli......

I really feel that even if the entire Dongxiang is covered with glazed gold tiles, and the villagers all wear gold and silver to walk on the road, they can no longer throb her little heart.

However......

When Zhenxiao really came to the end of the rural road, he was still surprised to find that he was too tender.

There was a dead silence in front of me!

Dongxiang turned into a dead village.

Although the houses are still those houses, the country roads are still those country roads.

But there were no pedestrians on the road, no birds in the sky, no insects under the trees, and there was a dead silence in my ears, only the gloomy wind blew out of the narrow alley, attached to the people, and could not be waved away, but followed the skin and sent the cold to the bone marrow.

What's going on?

From the moment she stepped into the village, she felt that her vision was dim.

"Is anyone there? What's going on? Why can't you see a single person? ”

The heartbeat is slightly faster.

"Aunt Wang?"

Quickly pushed open a familiar courtyard, where there should have been an old aunt living alone, although her eyesight was not good, she didn't like to go out, but the woven cloth was the best in the village.

Today, however, the creaking of the spinning wheel day and night has disappeared.

After pushing the door, he found that there were cobwebs on the weaving tools.

"Uncle Zhang!"

The pace is faster, and another family is pushed away, the Zhang family's pig raising technology, Dongxiang is the best, but if you want to prepare a banquet, Zhen Xiaoxiao will definitely come to Zhang's house to get meat, and send some sugar to his five tiger-headed tiger-brained cubs to eat.

However, today, after pushing the door open, there is no picture of the group of snot-wiping little guys, jumping up and down at him.

In the pigsty, there were only a few pigs that were so thin that they starved to death.

How so?

Rushing into one yard after another, Zhenxiao finally stopped by the side of the country road.

Those who weave cloth do not have a machine, and those who raise pigs do not have meat...... It's not like it's a disaster year, and the family is moving, but it's like ...... All the people, suddenly disappeared!

Tang Qi!

His eyes shrank, and the dry wood that sat in front of Zihuan's house and sharpened his knife suddenly appeared in his little mind.

He hugged his skirt and cried for help, could it have something to do with the sudden change of the village like this?

His heart beat faster, and Zhen Xiao hurriedly rushed towards the Tang family's ancestral house, and at the same time, a chill rose from his toes.

The whole village is very quiet, only the real little soles touch the bluestone road, making a crisp sound.

The wind gusts, but the trees don't move.

The sky was cloudless and there was no daylight.

When he came to the door of the Tang family's house, he stopped his figure slightly.

It is indeed a rich and noble family with Shangcheng Yue as the backer, after the burning of the pest fire, the Tang family was repaired to be more magnificent, and the ancestral shrine was even raised by a layer, and from a distance, you can see the flowing light on the roof.

And yet right in front of its scarlet gates.

But there was a ring of bones.

The clothes were not decayed, and the identity of the deceased could even be discerned from the bright colors and some ornaments.

For example, the pharmacy shop, the owner of the wine shop, the mill owner......

But they died.

The flesh and skin were gone, and only the bones were cleaner than those gnawed by the crows, lying quietly on the ground, with their heads inward and their feet rushing out. At the door of the soup house, it is stacked in a semicircle.

The really small eyeballs beat violently, and there was an urge to vomit in the abdominal cavity, but what was stronger than vomiting was the boiling anger in my heart that could not be extinguished!