As long as there are people in Xiqiao Village, they will not all be in the open space.
Yan Yu wandered into the village again to see if there were any sensible people.
There were no people on the main road, and no one on the side roads.
After Yan Yan searched all the alleys in Xiqiao Village, he drifted next to Xiao Bai Zhu and doubted his life.
"How come? How come there's no one on the road? Are all the people in this village stupid?"
Yan Yan irritably rubbed the top of Xiao Bai Zhu's head into a chicken coop.
After arranging her messy hair, Xiao Baizhu said speechlessly, "Why are you panicking?"
"I——" Yan Yan choked.
She is worried about Xiqiao Village.
You can't really just watch their whole village die from the plague, right?
"Villages like this are not uncommon for hundreds of years. If you take it to heart every time." Xiao Baizhu raised his eyes and looked at Yan Yan, "You are the one who is hurt."
The first rule of the priests - don't meddle in human affairs.
Those who disobey the order have never seen a good end.
"Alas!" Yan Yan sighed helplessly.
The tips of his ears suddenly moved.
"Hiss-hiss-" sound.
She raised her eyes and looked over in search of the sound.
In a corner of the open space, a straw pile was moving, and in front of the straw pile appeared piles of corpses.
The legs and head exposed through the straw were moving tremblingly.
This scene made Yan Yan confused.
It seems that there was no such straw pile in the open space just now.
There were five people among the piles of corpses, an old man, a man and a woman, and two children.
It's like piling the bodies of a family together.
When the last two children were put on top, the pile of corpses was already higher than the straw pile.
Yan Yan raised his eyebrows and drifted towards the straw pile.
Only one foot away from the straw pile, an uncle picked up a stone on the ground and threw it towards the straw pile.
The straw pile was hit, and he paused for a moment before continuing to drag the body out.
"It's all you."
"It's all you."
"You killed everyone who died here!"
The uncle spoke viciously to the straw pile.
There were already pustules on his body. He stretched out his hand to scratch the pustules. After the pustules ruptured, blood could not stop flowing down.
As if he didn't hear anything, Strawpile continued dragging the piles of corpses away.
Yan Yao floated to the pile of straw and his eyes passed over the corpse of the child stacked on top.
The youngest child should be as big as the little white candle.
Suddenly she couldn't bear it.
——There should be children of this size alive in Xiqiao Village.
Remembering the warnings from Xiao Bai Zhu and Judge Wen, Yan Yan tried his best to stop looking at the child.
Looking up at the straw pile.
…
This is really a pile of straw, even the front is a pile of straw.
She thought it was a living person.
Only when she saw how the piles of corpses were moved around in the straw pile did she realize that this was a human being.
A pair of hands that looked like dead tree bark stretched out from under the straw pile, struggling to push the piles of five corpses.
This straw pile is not high, less than one person tall and a little shorter than half a person.
If Yan Yu had transformed into a human form at this time, he would definitely lift the hat on the straw pile to see what was inside.
She was about to follow the straw pile to see what it was doing by moving the bodies.
She felt a curious gaze looking at her.
Before she could look over, the little white candle had already floated in front of that line of sight.
"Can you see us?"
Not all the corpses were lying on the ground, but there were only corpses next to a boy.
He lay on the body of a woman and raised his head to look at Yan Yan and Xiao Bai Zhu.
Yan Yan drifted closer, squatting on the ground and looking at him.
There were already pustules on his neck the size of sesame seeds.
"Can you see us?" Yan Yan pointed at himself and then at the little white candle.
Maybe Xiao Bai Zhu was similar in age to him. The boy looked at Xiao Bai Zhu and nodded.
"There are actually yin and yang eyes." Yan Yan felt suffocated.
Now Xiqiao Village is like a hell on earth, and this boy has seen it all.
The boy looked at them and felt that the pustule on his neck was itchy, so he stretched out his hand to scratch it.
"Don't scratch!" Yan Yan sternly said.
She was the ghost king before, and her voice was cold and cold. She scolded her so sharply that she immediately forgot about the itching on her neck, and the boy was so frightened that he crawled into the arms of the woman's corpse.
The woman should be the boy's mother, and the middle-aged corpse holding the woman's body next to him might be his father.
Now that his parents are dead, he may not know what life and death are, but he still stays with his parents.
Yan Yan felt as if his heart was being squeezed tightly.
From the corner of his eye, he saw that Xiao Bai Zhu still had an unchanging expression.
I don’t know if they felt as uncomfortable as she did when they took up their new duties as ghost missionaries.
This shouldn't be the case.
She became a ghost just to escape this scene she didn't want to see again.
"You come, you come." Yan Yan stepped back impatiently, letting Xiao Bai Zhu deal with the boy.
"Didn't you put all the ghosts in the soul lock bag? Use the souls of his parents to lure him out of here first."
The living people around him also noticed that the boy looked strange. If they asked him here, others would definitely think that he was possessed by evil spirits.
Nowadays, the entire villagers of Xiqiao Village are on the verge of mental collapse, and as long as there is something strange, they will find someone to blame.
Then vent this misery on the "sinner".
Yan Yan looked at the two corpses under the boy and frowned to find their souls.
A corpse infected with pustules will basically bleed to death. Originally, the corpse will decay more slowly after all the blood in the body is drained.
It happened that each of these corpses had rotten pustules, and the rot started from the pustules, and they rotted faster than normal.
The boy's parents can no longer recognize their appearance.
The pustules on the body were mostly on the face, and they were rotted into pits, leaving only a puddle of flesh.
The clothes worn by the villagers are all linen, and there are no two sets of clothes in one village.
"What are your parents' birth dates?" Xiao Bai Zhu asked.
The boy huddled in the arms of the corpse, and when he heard Xiao Bai Zhu's voice, he quietly raised his head and glanced at him.
Seeing that Xiao Bai Zhu was still staring at him and waiting for his answer, the boy shook his head.
He doesn't know what birth date is.
"Then what are your parents' names?"
The boy pursed his lips and shouted to the two corpses beside him, "Dad, Mom."
It seems that I don't even know my parents' names.
"What about you? What's your name?" Xiao Baizhu was worried that the boy might not know what he was asking, so he explained, "How do people call you?"
"My name is Dazhu."
"Xiqiao Village, Dazhu." Xiao Baizhu said.
There are no living persons in the Yin and Yang Book, so Yan Yu had no choice but to call up the Book of Life and Death.
Eleven, twelve, thirteen...
"Xiaobai, what day do you come today?"
"The twelfth month."
Yan Yan paused with his fingertips on Dazhu's life and death page.
At the quarter hour of the fifteenth day of the Dazhu month, the soul returns to the underworld.
There are only three days left.
——She still hates turning over the Book of Life and Death.