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Ning Er was stunned, gasped a few times, and then waved his hand again and again, and said without a word: "I'm scared to death...... Thankfully, I was able to run fast...... My little girl......"

Daddy Hong chirped, "Ahh

He turned to Da Lang and signaled: "This child is twenty or thirty years old, his mouth is not good, and the problems brought out by the mother's womb, you can talk about one or two, so as to save the big guy from worrying!"

Da Lang stuck the torch on the pillar of the shed, wiped the rain on his face, and shook his head again and again: "After we entered the village, we wanted to ask for some firewood and rice, but from the head of the village to the end of the village, no one saw ......."

Ning Er came back to his senses slightly, stretched out his head and echoed: "Don't talk about human figures, chickens and dogs don't have ......"

Da Lang continued: "So I checked them one by one, who expected that every house was open, I still wondered, Ning Er, but the second guy ran away without saying a word, which really scared me......"

Ning Er said: "It's not scary......

From the words of the two, it is not difficult to know that the village is fine, but the people are gone, which coincides with the continuous rain, which sounds really weird.

Ma Ye frowned slightly, stood up, held the short blade on his waist, and waved his big hand: "Master Hong is waiting here, you two will go with me to check!" With that, he raised his feet and rushed into the rain and mist.

Da Lang hurriedly took off the Songming torch again, pushed Ning Er and ran out.

Father Hong and Niu Tam often left the formula in place, and did not forget to instruct: "And light up the surroundings, and each be more careful......"

The barbarian returned to the cart again, took out a few torches and inserted them around the pergola, hesitated for a moment, lit another one and held it in his hand, with a small piece of rain cloth on his head, and chased after Ma Ye and the three of them alone.

It was dark and raining.

The brute slipped under his feet and did not dare to go fast.

The entrance to the village is thirty zhang away, and a few respites will be there.

An old tree with a crooked neck is pestled on the side of the road, and the branches and leaves are fluttering. Further on, there are stone mills, grinding discs, water sinks, and other things. Then there was a small courtyard with the door ajar. As the wind and rain blow, the door squeaks.

The barbarian raised the torch and looked at it for a moment, then he felt that his scalp was tight, and hurriedly continued to move forward. And I didn't go far, and there was a grass hut next to the road. He couldn't help but stop slowly, and poked the torch into the half-hidden door. For a while, there was no movement. He mustered up his courage and quietly moved his steps.

The interior of the house is shabby, not unlike that of a poor family. On the low wooden table, half a bowl of leftovers was placed, but it was covered with a faint layer of dust, as if it was only half eaten and then hurriedly put it aside.

The barbarian slowly turned around and was about to leave the house, when suddenly the torch was raised again, and he was suddenly dumbfounded.

Behind the door of the house, there was a flower dog, but it had been dead for a long time, and only skin and bones remained, with angry eyes and grinning teeth, and it was very frightened and terrifying.

The barbarian was stunned for a moment, and jumped out of the door suddenly, just in time to see three figures holding torches coming towards him, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Ma Ye was covered in rain and mist, and waved his hand: "What are you doing here?"

Ning Er passed by with a bundle of chopping firewood, and said suspiciously: "Barbarian, you can't swallow gold and silver alone......

The barbarian did not say anything, and followed silently. And the hideous face of the flower dog still appeared in front of him, and he only felt a cold chill on his back.

Ma Ye returned to the grass hut and shook the rain on his body: "The front and back of the village are orderly, but there is no one in sight, it is really strange......"

He said a word to the crowd, sat down on the spot, and beckoned, "Light a bonfire......

Ning Er put down the chopping wood, and the ox rammed out the fire fold.

A moment later, the flames rose.

And the people sitting around still looked worried, and they were all nervous.

Father Hong tugged at his beard and muttered, "Whether it is the migration of the village to escape the disaster, or something else, I don't know at the moment......

Ma Ye looked the same as before, waved his hand and said, "Let's rest for one night, it's not too late to talk about something tomorrow morning." Da Lang two watch, Niu ram three watch, often put the style of the fourth watch, I keep the fifth watch......" Although his words were relaxed, he lined up the messengers for everyone to watch the night.

Everyone ate and drank in a hurry, and rested on the spot with their hearts.

Ma Ye fell asleep with his head down, but his face was facing the direction of the entrance of the village, and he was holding the handle of the short-bladed knife tightly in his hand......

The next day, the rain didn't stop.

The carriage was heavy, the roads were muddy, and I couldn't walk for a while, so I couldn't help but worry about last night's doubts. Otherwise, it will be difficult for everyone to feel at ease, and everything must be understood.

Ma Ye left Father Hong and the barbarian to guard the carriages and horses, and took Da Lang and the other four people into the village in the rain again.

However, this time, everyone wore hats, cloaks, and short-edged clubs to prevent accidents.

Under the gray skylight, the small village came into view.

The five of them started from the head of the village, checked door to door, and after an hour of incense, they came to the earthen hill at the end of the village. The situation was similar to last night, and the uninhabited village was still shrouded in an eerie dead silence.

Ma Ye stood on the mound, covered his forehead with his hand and looked into the distance, after a while, he signaled: "There is a forest not far ahead, and go and take a look......" He seemed to be aware, and suddenly turned around: "What about Ning Er......"

In the courtyard not far away, Ning Er's figure appeared, wrapped in a belt, and raised his hand to beckon: "Master Ma, what about me pee......

Before he could speak, his feet slipped, and he fell on his back, and a bronze wrist jumped out of his arms and rolled away.

Ma Ye frowned slightly, snorted and turned to leave.

Da Lang, Niu Tam, and Chang Jiao Shi sneered in a low voice, each gloating.

The grove was just behind the mound a hundred feet away, and the terrain had settled, and the rain had collected into a puddle.

Everyone came here on the mud, bypassed the grove, and before they could breathe, they were stunned one by one.

There were bags of dirt bulging in the puddles, as many as twenty or thirty. Some have been washed away by the rain, while others have exposed stumps and broken arms, and have been soaked in the rain to rot into bones, which is unbearable to see. Then there was a yin wind swirling and unpredictable, which suddenly made people creepy.

Don't think about it, this is a mass graveyard and a wild grave mound.

Da Lang lost his voice and said: "My God, all the people in the village have been buried here, I am afraid that they have suffered from furious gas, and none of them have been spared......"

Chang nodded and sighed: "The village is dead, it's really miserable!"

Ma Ye was also stunned, and then breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "If this is the case, it doesn't matter, just be more careful, don't get contaminated!"

Ning Er changed color slightly, and hurriedly took out the copper wrist from his arms and threw it out.

The boiled gas, also known as the plague gas, is said to come from ghosts and gods, and life and death are unpredictable......

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Under the straw shed, only the old and the young were left.

The barbarian was idle, taking care of the animals, and waiting for a moment to work, standing under the shed and shaking the mud from his feet.

Daddy Hong sat cross-legged, listless. The bonfire in front of him had been extinguished, and the embers were still there. He stretched out his hand and took out a piece of burnt dry food from the ash heap, and called: "Barbarian, be hungry, and pad your stomach, if you wait for Ning Er to return, you won't be able to eat a bite......"

The brute approached, with a faint look of gratitude on his thin cheeks, and without saying a word, he sat down and grabbed the dry food and nibbled on it.

Father Hong stroked his beard and said with a smile: "You kid is honest, you will inevitably suffer when you go out, you have to learn to live harder, earn a few more principals, and become a family, don't be like me and have no ...... to rely on."

The barbarian slowed his hand, raised his clear eyes, chewed his mouth a few times, and said word by word: "Dad, I will give you a pension and send you to the end!"

Daddy Hong grinned and tore off a few whiskers.

But the barbarian didn't say much, just bowed his head and ate the dry food.

Father Hong was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head disappreciatively, but there was a trace of warmth in his eyes with, and he said to himself: "You kid ......"

Half an hour later, the group of people who had gone out came back.

Da Lang, Ning Er, and Chang Shi each carried a few pieces of door leaves to light the fire, and took out two clay pots to catch the rainwater. According to Ma Ye's instructions, regardless of whether there is no plague in the village, for the sake of prudence, well water and river water near and far are not suitable for drinking.

Ma Ye and Father Hong informed, and went to check the carriage again, and saw that the people on the carriage were as dead as before, the pulse was still there, and it was not rotten, so they asked the ox rammer and the barbarian to move under the shed for ventilation, so as not to destroy the body. Ning Er was quite scrupled, and shouted a few words that no one paid attention to, so he had to give up.

The rain was still falling, and it was intermittent, as if there was no end.

Everyone had to hide under the grass hut and wait for the day to clear.

And every night, Ma Ye still sent people on duty. There is nothing wrong with being careful, let alone being in this strange village of Poxia. When the day comes, there is nothing to do, and it is inconvenient to go out, so everyone simply goes to sleep and rest, or gossip to pass the time of boredom.

In the corner of the shed, there was the young man who looked like a dead man. At first, Ning Er was a little uncomfortable, and gradually he stopped paying attention to it.

And the barbarian liked to be alone, so he often sat beside the man, and when the breeze blew and the rain cloth slipped down, he saw that the other man's face was covered with mud, and he felt compassion, so he took a hand towel and helped wipe it. Rather than thinking about it, the man's soul may linger in heaven......

Half a month passed, and the continuous rain gradually stopped. It was not until the evening that the heavy dark clouds finally flashed through the cracks, and a bright moon appeared from time to time, and the faint light was absent.

When the people saw that the sky was getting better, they laughed lightly. As the bonfire is lit, the dry food for grilled food is a little more flavorful.

Ma Ye took a sip of wine, stroked his beard and said: "It only takes three or two days to dry the ground, and then you can set off, and you will be allowed to go to Hanshuidu within a month, hehe......"

Father Hong laughed and said: "I have been depressed for many days, my body and bones are soft, and if I continue like this, the whole person will rot here...... he hurried to the beginning of the conversation, and said curiously: "That person has no life, he has not seen his soul for a long time, it is no different from death, but his body is intact, it is really rare! I remember there is a saying that people die like evil, and they are stiff and do not ......."

Everyone was curious, and they all listened carefully.

Ning Er couldn't help but ask, "What is stiffness?"

Father Hong turned to Ning Er, and said seriously: "Those who are stiff and do not transform are called corpse ......transformations" He saw the other party dodging, leaned over and continued: "There are a total of eighteen corpse transformations, let me give you one by one......"

Ning Er jumped up suddenly, and waved his hand again and again: "Dad, spare me, the night is dark and scary...... " He felt weak in his heart, and couldn't help but turn his head to look around, and suddenly his feet were soft and almost fell, and he was stunned and said: "Stiff...... Zombie ......"

Everyone only thought that Father Hong was deliberately playing tricks on Ning Er, and they were all happy, and when they looked at it, their faces changed......