Chapter two hundred and ninety-ninth: turning illusion into reality
It is not an exaggeration to say that everything is depressed. In fact, before they actually saw any buildings, there was already a hazy miasma filling the air. She Zishu stretched out her hand and stretched out a few red flowers from between her sleeves.
The flowers around her have absorbed a lot of the miasma. But you can't stay too far away from her. After all, the range she can purify is limited.
The grass on the ground is no longer fresh, but it is not withered and yellow, but has a color close to rust. Yin Huan squatted down and tried to pull out a piece of grass. It was still very soft and had not lost any moisture, but there was a strange smell flowing out from the section.
The color is brown, with a smell of plant decay. Although the vegetation is luxuriant and the flowers have not yet faded, there is not a single flower in sight. Perhaps those curled up on the side look like unknown flowers that have lost all moisture and color.
Things were once called flowers.
All the trees may still be alive because they are tall, but their leaves have disappeared. Dry branches and leaves can still be found on the ground. The air here is very dark, and the desolate and depressing scene makes people wonder whether winter has entered early.
.But approaching the village, it is not difficult to find that no one has repaired these houses, regardless of whether they are leaking or not.
No one cares about the roof or the broken windows. The wildly growing plants have swallowed up a small part of each building. If left alone, I believe it will be completely covered in less than two years. But even those vigorous plants,
There is no healthy green either. It looks like some overwhelmed old people carrying their sick grandsons.
Moreover... the villagers here are dressed too coolly.
It would be easy to say that this is a completely silent village of death, and every villager is in the same state as waiting to die at home. Occasionally, there are still living people walking on the street. What these people have in common is... their clothes.
Not neat. Are those clothes really clothes? They are probably thin fabrics in midsummer, draped casually on the
The original style of their clothes can no longer be seen. The main functions of clothing are to protect against cold and to look beautiful, but in this late summer and early autumn season, these two functions do not apply to either of them. These pedestrians have empty eyes and mouths.
He muttered something and bumped into them as if he hadn't seen them as he passed by.
"It's so strange," She Zishu said, "This place is different from the villages I have seen."
"There are not a few villages that have been harmed by evil spirits." Chenxing said, "They are like mold spots on fruits. When they completely spread, the situation is out of control. At present... few people have noticed the mold."
"It... smells really bad here."
Both Ling Huan and Yin Huan covered their noses and frowned. Chenxing could also smell those unpleasant smells, but she had always smelled more foul-smelling things, so she could still accept it at this level.
She said: "That's natural. Looking at these... living conditions of the walking dead, it's not difficult to imagine that the huts, dog sheds, chicken coops, pig, cattle and sheep pens, the swill in the kitchen... there is no place where it seems like someone is handling it. These days
It’s hard to imagine how much they have piled up.”
She Zishu didn't seem to find the smell unacceptable, but since they all said so, there were more flowers sticking out of her clothes. A faint breath spread from the stamens, very light, very light, like a lily, but not exactly like a lily.
, that is Manzhushahua's own fragrance. But even though it is only so faint, when the odor invades a small area not covered by miasma, it can be completely neutralized, and no smell can be smelled anymore.
When the four of them walked on the deserted street and passed the houses, they occasionally heard playful laughter.
Ling Huan turned his head away in embarrassment, really wondering what was going on in this place. He passed by another house, the door was open, and there seemed to be someone inside. Chenxing walked straight in, followed closely by She Zishu. The two girls from the Ye family were really
At a loss what to do, they couldn't stay too far away from Li Shu, so they hurriedly followed him.
The floor was covered in dust, and no one had cleaned it for several days. Every time you stepped on it, there was a hole. Many flies were hovering in the air. The smell in the room was even worse. There was probably only one door left for ventilation, but its effect was limited after all. Go inside.
Come on, there are bowls and chopsticks piled high on the table, and there are a lot of smelly leftovers inside. Look at it.
Son, at least the owner here knows how to get some food to prevent himself from starving to death easily. There are more flies here, and they are black and black, like the black mist covering the table. When someone approaches, they will fly into the air collectively.
She got up, frightened so much that Ling Huan's heart tightened. Yin Huan immediately covered her to prevent those dirty things from getting close.
After the flies dispersed, swarms of tender white maggots were wriggling freely among the dishes, making them very happy.
Ling Huan was really about to vomit.
Yin Huan was also disgusted, but she forced herself not to look. She blocked her sister's view, turned her head away, and followed the other two people inside. When people left, the flies landed on the table again, frantically fighting for position.
.The weak odor is enough to make people feel uncomfortable, but without the floral fragrance of the other shore flowers to neutralize it, the original smell would be so disgusting. The constant buzzing of swarms of flies also gives outsiders a headache.
A hoarse murmur came from the bedroom, sounding like an old man.
"Madam, madam...hehe..."
Chenxing cut off the door curtain with a ring-headed knife, but the people in the room turned a blind eye. On the greasy couch was a piece of paper that was as tall as one person, and no one could see clearly what was drawn on it. But the source of the voice was not an old man.
He still looks like a young man.
His hair is still black, but it has fallen out a lot, and his head is very mottled. His eyes are sunken, and he has not had a good rest for several days, and his body is as thin as a dehydrated corpse. But he is indeed alive and still painting.
Rubbing against each other, hugging and hugging.
"Madam, why are you unhappy?" The young man jumped up suddenly, but in the end he only raised half of his body like a corpse. His legs had lost their strength because they had not been exercised for too long. I am afraid that a round trip from the kitchen or the latrine would be the limit. He stretched out
He stroked the painting anxiously, carefully smoothing out some wrinkled areas.
"Okay, now you don't frown anymore...it doesn't matter, the lady looks good whether she's happy or not, hee hee..."
When he stepped aside, several people finally saw clearly that it was a picture of a beauty. They couldn't see clearly whose hand it was from, but it was covered by the filthy corner of the quilt. But the source of the picture may not be important, what is important is...
…
Why is he so virtuous?
She Zishu moved closer and wanted to reach out to take a look at the painting, but Chen Xing grabbed his wrist.
"Don't anger him."
"..."
The man who could barely be seen to be a young man, like the passers-by outside, turned a blind eye to the visits of several people, as if they did not exist. As he said, it is better not to disturb him rashly, who knows that these people are not normal
What drastic things will the villagers do?
When they left the house, even the air outside seemed particularly fresh.
Ling Huan finally dared to express that incredible feeling.
"How could someone, facing a piece of paper...call her "ma'am"?"
"Perhaps in his eyes, he is a perfect lover." Chenxing said lightly, "Who knows."
"There are too many flies."
In response to Ling Huan's emotion, Yin Huan nodded in agreement.
Chenxing said: "Such a little scrap of rice is not enough to give birth to so many flies."
"Eh? Then..."
"Don't you know?" She Zishu said, "I immediately noticed that there were human corpses in the other bedrooms. There were probably three or four bodies at least. One of them was a child."
Ling Huan took a breath of air, and she covered her mouth in surprise. Yin Huan also felt uncomfortable, and was thankful that they didn't go elsewhere.
They had not walked a few steps when there was a jingling sound from another house next to them, as if someone had tripped over a table or cabinet. The door of this house was locked, and several people could only run to the window. The window was closed.
Opening it, they saw a clothes
The naked, skinny woman climbed up from the ground in embarrassment, her steps staggering. Sure enough, she tripped over the leg of the table, and the debris on it fell to the floor. She stepped on the debris with her bare feet, and soon there were blood stains
Spread, watching life hurts.
"Doesn't she feel anything?"
"I'm afraid not." Chenxing said, "Compared to feelings, the only thing she has left is 'feelings'."
"This, this can be considered..."
She ran out of the room again and struggled for a while before dragging someone in. The man was in ragged clothes and looked skinnier than her, but it took a lot of effort. When she pulled the man halfway,
At that time, the man suddenly "cut off".
They were shocked. But the woman seemed not to feel anything and easily dragged half of the man's body to the table. The man was actually highly decomposed, with only half a set of dead bones and black rotten flesh wrapped in his thin clothes.
Putting the half of the human body on the chair, the woman picked up the bowl and spoon on the ground, stuffed the food in the bowl into the corpse's mouth bit by bit.
The corpse cannot chew or swallow, and the sticky food will only overflow from its ulcerated mouth and slowly flow down.
The woman was completely unaware of it, and still stuffed it into her mouth regardless, muttering something in her mouth. Her voice was very low, and even if the window was open, several people could not hear it clearly. If she wanted to get closer, it would be reasonable.
The smell and taste are both unacceptable.
However, her expression was extremely gentle and her movements were extremely affectionate. There was not much food left after she had sprinkled it once. She fed it all quickly without realizing any change in the quantity. She sat next to the body and cuddled with it.
Hug, not caring. If you think about it carefully, could the dry gray marks on the woman's skin be...
Corpse fluid, right?
"It's hard to imagine," Chenxing walked away after seeing enough, saying as he walked, "Xia Tian, how can she still live if the body is left to rot to that extent? At a certain stage, the body will expand... and then it may explode.
There weren't any bugs on the corpse. She might have dealt with it. But in her eyes, I'm afraid she wasn't picking out maggots."
"Stop talking!"
Ling Huan quickly ran to the side, holding on to a tree and vomited. The stench of the village filled her nostrils, and She Zishu followed her, which prevented her from vomiting so badly. Yin Huan tried his best to help her along her back, thinking to herself.
, if her sister is not here, she may be the one who vomits. Only when Ling Huan is by her side can she remember that she is a sister and must be stronger and more reliable. Such thoughts can support her in many bad environments.
Hold on.
"Take your time and vomit." Chenxing said calmly, "You won't like drinking the water and food here. There are no additional supplies."
Yin Huan sighed sadly. Originally, she could accept Chen Xing's never-changing harshness, but if she treated Ling Huan like this, it would still make her feel a little mean, but if it was for herself, it wouldn't matter.
Ling Huan finally calmed down a bit. She straightened up, looked at the empty and barren grassland in the distance, and tried to calm her breathing.
Suddenly, she was stunned.
"What is that?" She saw a bright color, "Is it a flower?"
