On a thundering night, an old man came out of his house.
He is the village guard.
As long as there is something going on in the village, he must go and help.
This was the promise he made the moment he became the village guard.
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Xiqiao Village.
A village close to mountains and water. The village is not big, with only a hundred households.
There is a forest behind the village, a river in front of the village, and a stone bridge leading to the town on the west side of the village, hence the name Xiqiao Village.
Yan Yan and Xiao Bai Zhu appeared on the bridge, both wearing impermanent robes. Even if someone stood on the bridge, they could not be seen.
As soon as Yan Yan appeared in Xiqiao Village, he was about to take out the Yin and Yang book and check it before going to catch ghosts as usual.
As soon as I stood on the bridge, I was stunned.
"This looks like a place where someone just died?" Yan Yan looked around, "Why do I think no one lives in this village?"
It was completely desolate. Obviously, the bridge they were standing on was the only passage to the outside of Xiqiao Village, but at this time, let alone the bridge, there was not even a single person under the bridge.
The reason why they came to Xiqiao Village was that many people died in this village in a short period of time.
Rather than letting many ordinary ghosts come, it would be better for them, Black and White, to capture all the ghosts who deserve to die.
Yan Yan just talked about it, but in fact there was a place in this village that had the most ghostly atmosphere.
Looking up, a thick ghostly atmosphere like black mist rose in the northernmost part of Xiqiao Village.
The ghostly spirit shrouded the entire Xiqiao Village, making the village lifeless.
Yan Yan held Xiao Bai Zhu's hand and floated towards the village.
There is a three-foot-wide river bank outside the village connected to the bridge. There is a circle of Juma on the river bank, which is different from the ordinary ten-foot-long Juma.
The Juma in Xiqiao Village is surrounded by wooden sticks and thorns, and there is no break in the middle. It surrounds the entire village.
After entering the village from the outskirts of Xiqiao Village, Yan Yan's fluttering body paused.
The villagers who cannot be seen outside are also invisible in the village. The entire Xiqiao Village is really like an empty village.
After entering the village, the ghostly aura hit her face, making it impossible for her to smell a trace of humanity from the thick ghostly aura.
There were still ashes from the fire all over the village, and no one picked up the pots and pans that fell on the ground.
It was like a village with people and no one there, which gave both of them an ominous premonition.
Go in along the main road of Xiqiao Village, turn around, and finally come to the northernmost part of the village.
The northernmost part of the village seemed to be an open space, and Yan Yan and Xiao Bai Zhu felt as if they had a wider field of vision as they drifted away.
When they arrived at the clearing, Yan Yan squeezed Xiao Bai Zhu's hand tightly.
The sight she saw in front of her made her feel suffocated.
The open space may have been a place for villagers to enjoy the cool weather. There were stone mill stands and clods for playing chess.
But now, the entire open space is full of people, whether dead or alive.
There were also two or three people piled on the stone mill stand, as well as on the dirt block where they played chess. There was no response from the simple stone chess pieces pressed under them.
Among the crowds, there were corpses that had rotted and were infested with maggots, as well as recently deceased people with blue faces, and there were even weeping women and crying children.
The living lie on the dead in mourning.
Maybe not many people died in Xiqiao Village, but the scene of the living and the dead piled together in front of them was like a purgatory on earth.
Yan Yan frowned, "Isn't there a plague here?"
Groups of corpses were piled together. It was already late spring and the weather was already getting hot.
The spring breeze blows so much that it blows the hair of the dead onto the faces of the living.
The ashes of the incense burnt during worship were blown all over the sky, floating from the living to the dead, and then from the dead to the living.
When the living person was not paying attention, the chicken jumped on the rotten corpse with its wings and pecked at the corpse with its sharp beak. It was not known whether it was pecking at maggots or rotten flesh.
Yan Yan raised his head and looked at the sky.
A few circling vultures, and crows staring at the corpses on the dead trees in the open space.
Hell on earth is just like this.
In the eyes of Yan Yan and Xiao Bai Zhu, there were still those screaming ghosts.
"Strange? Why do these innocent souls stay here?"
No ghosts were seen in the village, only a group floating in this open space.
They refused to leave and just floated in this open space.
Even an earth-bound spirit with too much obsession would not just stay in this small area.
The condensed soul of a person who has just died is a ghost. Without soul consciousness, it will only wander around and will not stay in one place.
Even evil spirits don't always stay in one place.
Only ghost kings like Yan Yu are fearless and dare not touch her even if they are being hunted by other ghosts.
And those earth-bound spirits with deep resentment have soul consciousness after death, but they are just bound to one place and cannot escape.
"In addition to the terrain, the Yin Gathering Ground can also be created artificially." Xiao Baizhu said, "The corpses and souls in front of you are trapped in this open space. Over time, this place will become a Yin Gathering Ground."
Yan Yan let go of Xiao Bai Zhu's hand and floated to the sky. He held his hands together and Duo Soul appeared in her hands.
The long-handled scythe was swung in the air, and the souls of those ghosts were pierced and nailed to the tip of the sword.
These lonely wild ghosts have no consciousness, and their ghost power is almost non-existent. If black and white impermanence hadn't come, other ghosts would definitely come to eat them.
Putting all the souls into the soul lock bag, Yan Yan frowned and looked at the miserable situation below.
"This is not the way to go. If the corpses are not cleaned up, they will become infected with the plague, and the whole village will be destroyed by then."
"Isn't that good? If you stay here, you will have your soul."
Yan Yan hit Xiao Bai Zhu's head with another chestnut.
Although she thought so too, she always felt that they were cold-blooded and heartless.
But it's obvious that the ghosts in their underworld can't control anything.
"Boom--" a thunder.
Dark clouds rolled in from the already gloomy sky.
Just after the thunder, raindrops dripped down one by one, getting denser and denser, washing away the blood, water, and pus on the rotting corpse.
None of the living people in the open space avoided it. The fishy blood and pus soaked their clothes and clung to their bodies.
"Too bad luck, the rain came just in time." Yan Yan sarcastically said.
With this scene in front of us, within seven days, the whole village would have no hope of living.
The raindrops were so big that they seemed to be slapping on the ground and on the bodies, splashing blood and pus onto the hands of the living.
The rain on the faces of living people made it difficult for them to open their eyes. When they stretched out their hands to wipe the rain off their faces, all the blood and pus were left on their faces.
The more Yan Yan looked at it, the more uncomfortable he became.
She couldn't understand these living people - even if she didn't know that piles of corpses would cause plague, wouldn't she know how to avoid the bloody and pus water that was so smelly and disgusting?
Xiao Bai Zhu's round little face still had an expressionless and calm expression. He squatted down and pointed at the corpse closest to them.
"The plague has begun."
This corpse may have been dead not long ago, and the corpse has not yet decomposed. His appearance before death appeared in front of Yan Yan.
There were large and small pustules on the exposed skin of the corpse. Some of the mature pustules were as big as a fist. The pustules were not filled with pus, but with blood.
A layer of thin to transparent skin is full of blood. When raindrops fall down, the pustule looks like a drumhead, and the blood inside will flow.
Yan Yan frowned, feeling that the raindrops were like knives...
Before I could finish thinking about it, I saw another drop of rain falling on the pustule.
"Puff——" there was a sound and it exploded suddenly.
What made Yan Yan even more horrified was that the blood in the pustule stained the entire body red and was still bleeding.
But everyone is already dead, so there is still more blood and water, until the blood and water in the body dry up, and the skin and flesh on the body are pale and turn blue.
Blood, water, pus, and rainwater gathered together, and it was unknown where they flowed.
There were only traces of washing in the open space, but no puddles of water converging in one place.