"Eating carrion?" Changfu's tears of blood stopped instantly.
He was still a child, and what Yan Yan said had a great impact on him.
Yan Yan briefly told Chang Fu what she saw in the restaurant, but she couldn't even express the disgusting parts of it.
Chang Fu was silent for a moment after hearing this.
"Grandpa didn't eat them. It was the official outside the village who said that all the corpses must be burned to save the village." Changfu said, "Grandpa is the village guard. As long as he can save the village, he will do anything."
"So your grandpa just brought the corpse back and burned it?" Yan Yan was so impressed that Grandpa Changfu was a corpse eater that she couldn't believe it now that she just misunderstood.
"How could Grandpa eat rotten corpses? Sir, rotten corpses are inedible." Chang Fu said seriously.
It seemed to be telling Yan Yan that jewelry and clothes should not be edible.
Very good, she is a ghost king who has lived for thousands of years, but at this time, she is not even as good as a child who cannot gather her soul.
After Yan Yan finished asking, he came to the kitchen again.
Piles of corpses had been chopped into pieces and put into wooden barrels. Grandpa Changfu did not boil the corpse pieces, but threw them into the stove pit.
Since the whole body could not be placed in the fire pit, the body could only be chopped into pieces.
Bringing piles of corpses home and burning them was just too stubborn on the part of Grandpa Changfu.
This was the only place he knew of where things were burned.
Watching Grandpa Changfu burn the body parts cleanly, and then clean the entire restaurant spotlessly.
Yan Yan suddenly remembered that when Grandpa Changfu changed his clothes, she did not see any blood pustules on his body.
Among the living people she saw on the field, there was not a single one who did not have bloody pustules on his body.
That is to say, Grandpa Changfu was not infected with the plague!
The clean yard, I immediately changed my clothes and washed myself after coming back from the harvest field, and there was a herbal-like smell on my body——
Yan Yu suddenly appeared in front of Chang Fu and almost scared Chang Fu's soul away.
"Sir, sir?" Chang Fu said honestly.
"Does your grandfather know how to cure the plague?"
Changfu shook his head, "Grandpa is not smart, how can he cure the plague?"
"What was that thing your grandfather spilled into the basin?"
"That's for preventing corpse poison. He has been carrying my body on his back and bought a lot of herbs for preventing corpse poison before the plague." Changfu reacted and exclaimed in surprise, "This herb can also cure the plague?!"
I don’t know whether I should say that Grandpa Changfu is a fool, but he unexpectedly found a cure for the plague.
But this mistake was based on Changfu's death.
"Grandpa found a way to save the village." Changfu burst into tears again, "But he didn't know that he could save the village. If he knew it could save him, he didn't save him..."
Changfu couldn't imagine how desperate his grandfather would be then.
"It's useless. It's useless now. This is not the only reason why people in the village got it."
No one in the town was infected with the plague, but they kept washing themselves with herbs and wiping everything they could touch.
If Xiqiao Village had been honest at that time, it would not have turned out like this now.
Even if Grandpa Changfu finds a cure for the plague, who would believe him if he is a fool?
The fate of Xiqiao Village was decided long ago when they only managed to survive in the village.
Dazhu died yesterday.
Fortunately, Changfu became an earth-bound spirit after his death and could only stay on the kang. If he could float out, he would hear those insulting words about his grandfather.
The people in the village are just resentful now. They are resentful that they are not being cared about. They are resentful of the people who guard the village but cannot guard the village.
When only Grandpa Changfu is left in Xiqiao Village, it will be the day she and Xiao Baizhu leave.
Next to the open space of the threshing floor, there is a dead tree.
Yan Yan sat on it, waiting to collect his soul, while Xiao Bai Zhu was held in her arms.
In the past few days, Grandpa Changfu burned almost all the corpses on the threshing floor.
Yan Yan collected the last soul, and Grandpa Changfu also saw the last villager.
This time, Grandpa Changfu did not drag the body away, but stood blankly in front of the body.
"Chang Fu said." Xiao Bai Zhu looked up at Yan Yan and spoke, "His grandfather listened to the official and believed that the villagers could be saved by burning the corpse."
But now the only villager alive is Grandpa Changfu.
Yan Yan and Xiao Bai Zhu looked at Grandpa Changfu on the harvest field again.
The old man wearing a raincoat was no taller than a child. Facing the corpse in front of him, he took off his straw hat.
On the empty field, only the sound of the old man crying could be heard.
Black and White were sitting on the dead tree, and they had no choice but to stay out of it.
"I don't feel good about it."
A faint voice sounded from the top of Xiaobai Zhu's head.
The moment Yan Yan finished speaking, Grandpa Changfu no longer stood blankly in front of the corpse.
When Grandpa Changfu left the field and came back, he had something extra in his hands.
——A hemp rope two fingers thick.
The place where he stopped holding the hemp rope was right at Yan Yan's feet.
After moving a stool under his feet, Grandpa Changfu tried five or six times before finally wrapping the hemp rope around a branch.
His body was trembling as he stood on the stool, and he was unable to put his head into the hemp rope loop several times.
Maybe God didn't want him to die, but he had made up his mind.
Yan Yan put his chin on Xiao Bai Zhu's head and rubbed it, and suddenly the branch he was sitting on shook.
Yan Yan closed his eyes and buried his face on Xiao Bai Zhu's shoulder.
"What a fool. He has obviously survived." Yan Yan muttered.
Yan Yan and Xiao Bai Zhu sat on the dead tree for a long time. Grandpa Changfu's soul had left his body and could only float unconsciously.
After Yan Yan calmed down, he collected the soul of Grandpa Changfu and was about to leave the harvest field to collect Changfu's soul.
A torch fell from the sky.
Then, torches all over the sky were thrown into Xiqiao Village like fireworks.
"Li Zheng has been sending people to keep an eye on the village. As long as there is no one alive in the village, the village will be burned down." Yan Yan said.
Burning a village infected by the plague is a good way to avoid future troubles.
At this time, the rain that had been falling in Xiqiao Village stopped, and the sun began to rise on the approaching summer day. The gentle wind that should have been cool was blowing, but it made the weather more and more intense.
When Changfu met his grandfather's soul, Changfu had already predicted what would happen to his grandfather at a young age.
The fire in Xiqiao Village is getting more and more intense.
Before Yan Yan returned to the underworld, he could no longer see the appearance of the village on the harvest field.
From then on, there was no such village as Xiqiao Village.
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In a ruins.
Baizhu yawned and appeared on the dead tree in the field. After standing upright, he smelled the tree trunk.
"It turns out he's from the underworld, and he moves really fast."
Bai Shu shook his head and looked at the ruins in front of him, "It's a pity, it would have been a Juyin place if it was any closer."
He casually rang the silver bell on his wristband, and the eerie ghost music sounded. Bai Shu turned around and left.
"There are so many gathering places!" His smiling voice had a serious tone.