Chapter Eighty-Eight: Don't Be Afraid
Flies buzzed and chased carrion, all over Yellowstone Village.
Ghost Cry pushed away the wooden plank in front of him, and suddenly a basin of dust sprinkled down, and in the dust, he walked out in front of him in embarrassment.
The ghost cries and is dirty, and the big black horse is no better. It made a feeble sound, reminding the ghost that it was here.
Ghost Cry walked over, first lifted its corpse, gave it a knife, helped it heal its wounds, and then with great effort, it dragged it out of the ditch, and then poured a handful of pills into its mouth.
The big mouth came out of nowhere, dirty to death, trying to climb onto Ghost Cry, but Ghost Cry threw aside with a disgusted face.
The big mouth is very angry, and the writhing body indicates that you are no better.
The big black horse swallowed the pill in his mouth, and the ghost cried and stepped forward, patted his neck, and suddenly a cloud of dust was raised.
Ghost Cry pinched his nose and asked, "How is it, can you run?"
The big black horse lowered his head and motioned for the ghost to look at its feet, which trembled so hard that it had to rest for a while.
The ghost cried and didn't force it, leading it to walk slowly among the corpses. Buzzing flies are densely packed, and the big black horse flicks its tail to chase away these annoying flies.
As he walked, he looked around him, the ground was covered with blackened bones, and there were withered and shriveled tree roots everywhere.
The ground is covered with scars, and the ravines have collapsed countless houses, and the entire village of Yellowstone has been reduced to ruins.
The flowers and plants have withered, and the trees that used to have green leaves and red flowers have turned bald one by one, standing in a distorted posture on the sandy surface of the sucked nutrients.
The sun was shining warmly overhead, and it was a little hot now, but the wind was still cool, but once it passed, it would bring up a lot of dust and sand, so that when the ghost cried, the big black horse, and the big mouth walked through the pile of corpses, it was not only covered with a foul smell, but also dust.
The three of them were speechless, the ghost was in no mood to cry, the big black horse looked down at his feet with a disgusted face, carefully looking for a gap in the corpse, and the big mouth, it couldn't speak.
As a result, the atmosphere appears dreary.
As he passed in front of a house, Oni Cry stopped violently.
In front of the house, a man sat on the threshold, legs apart, elbows on knees, hands down, head down, not knowing what he was thinking. He was parched, like a skeleton in skin, lifeless, with little life.
Ghost Cry looked at him, and he looked up, and he also saw Ghost Cry and the big black horse.
Then, Godless' eyes began to become bloodshot, and he lifted his axe against the threshold and rushed over with a roar.
Then, tripping over a corpse, the axe is dropped at Devil Cry's feet.
Devil Cry stepped forward and grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up. His face turned blue and he began to roll his eyes.
Eventually, Devil Cry let him go and threw him to the ground. He looked at the ghost crying in panic, stepped back a little with his hands and feet, and touched a bull's horn, he pulled it hard, and the horn was connected to the cow's head, and he couldn't pull it. So, I became more and more alarmed.
In a panic, he felt a broken bone, pulled it out of the corpse, got up again, and rushed towards Ghost Cry, kicking it over, and the bone in his hand flew out.
He was wheezing violently, and after a night of madness, he had no strength.
Ghost Cry pinched his neck and lifted him up, commanding, "Look at me." ”
His blank eyes watched Ghost Cry, who grabbed the scabbard of the long knife and pointed to the half-collapsed house on the side: "This is your home?"
"Yes, you're going to kill me?" he asked.
Ghost Cry didn't answer, but said, "You have three babies in your family?"
His expression began to distort, he was in pain, and he wanted to cry, but he couldn't.
"When I found them, they were in the belly of a sheep. Ghost Cry said expressionlessly, his voice was low, and his tone was cold: "Quite cute three babies, the eldest is seven or eight years old, it's a male baby......"
He begged, "Don't say it." ”
Ghost Cry ignored him and continued: "His back was sewn together with the sheepskin, I helped him untie it, he begged me to save him, said he didn't want to die, and then he began to vomit blood, and before he died, he was still calling Daddy. ”
"Say no more. The skeletal creature cried out in pain, and then his voice fell low again: "Please, don't say it." ”
"The second child is five years old, right, like you or like his mother? I'm sorry, I can't see what you look like now. "The ghost cry is like a devil, speaking coldly, seemingly completely emotionless.
The skeletal man trembled, his teeth clashed, he was terrified, and he didn't know if he was crying in fear or fearing himself.
Ghost Cry looked at his appearance, without any sympathy, and continued to say expressionlessly: "He told me that hide and seek is not fun, it hurts. ”
The man gasped, his heart was beating fast, but his body couldn't support it, and he was about to die.
But how could the ghost cry be as he wished.
Devil Cry let go of him, and he fell to the ground. Oniwai drew his sword, and a smile of relief began to bloom on his face. Ghost Cry slashed down, and he closed his eyes. Ghost Cry put away the knife, he frowned, and then opened his eyes, he felt much better.
Without saying a word, Ghost Cried pinched his cheek and forced him to open his mouth, then poured a pill into his mouth. The life-saving medicine can make him die less quickly, which is very precious, but Ghost Cry does not hesitate to do it.
"Why, why do you do it. As soon as he was in good health, the man went crazy, he grabbed the ghost crying trouser leg, tore it hard, and barked like a mad dog: "Why wake us up, why pull us out of the fairyland, why meddle with things!"
Ghost Cry let him tear, looked up at the dazzling sun, seemed to be reminiscing, and muttered to himself: "Is the youngest girl two or three years old?"
The sound was not loud, but it was like thunder, and he fell to his knees and looked at the red sand all over the ground. Flies surrounded them, and the buzzing sound became more and more harsh, as if countless reproaches were tormenting him.
He likes the eldest baby the most, but he is a little ignorant of his younger daughter, not only because he values sons over daughters and thinks that his daughter is a money-loser, but also because the child left only a year after his mother gave birth to his daughter. But when the ghost cried and mentioned his daughter, it shattered his heart defenses at once. He stared blankly at his hands, which were these sinful hands......
"Ah!" he roared, his voice hoarse and sharp, and a flock of crows was startled and circled in the sky, croaking.
The ghost cried and half-squatted down and looked at him calmly: "She has been telling me that Daddy is not here, it's so dark, I'm so afraid!"
The man's face was as dead as ashes, looking at the calm face under the hat, and muttered, "What are you going to do after telling me so much?"
"There were 23 children in all, maybe more, but I only found so many, the oldest of them was twelve or thirteen years old, and the youngest was only two or three years old, but I didn't save any of them. Ghost Cry looked at him, the man had no expression on his face, but his eyes clearly told Ghost Cry that he was already in pain, Ghost Cry continued: "Three of them are your children, and the others are also your descendants, don't you want revenge?"
The man raised his head with difficulty, his eyes flashed with a dazzling light, his lips trembled, and he gasped violently for a long time before asking, "What can I do?"