"Stop screaming, she is from the Jiuli tribe in Shiwanda Mountain and can't understand our Mandarin at all," Hua Wuque said.
Ning Fan sighed: "How could this happen here? It stands to reason that such a large-scale plague would not occur in such an isolated place, and such symptoms of decay are unheard of."
"Indeed, so Mr. Dao has a guess."
"Someone poisoned me!" Ning Fan said.
"Oh, good brother, it seems that you are as smart as Master Dao."
"Go away, go in and take a look."
As we approach the village, there is a small playground at the entrance of the village, and something is burning at this time.
There were many crying people standing around, crying until they were dead.
"Let's go over and ask what's going on. If it's a natural disaster, we can do some good deeds, but if it's a man-made disaster, forget it. We already have enough to deal with," Hua Wuque said.
"Um!"
It seems that Hua Wuque always likes to do immoral things, so he saves people when he has nothing to do and does good deeds to accumulate virtue for himself.
An old man seemed to have no symptoms of decay. He sighed and turned around, seeing Ning Fan and Hua Wuque.
He was very surprised: "Who are you?"
"Hello, we are from outside, can you speak Mandarin?" Ning Fan asked.
After sizing it up, the patriarch said, "I can speak Mandarin. What are you doing here? Hey, leave before you get sick."
"What is going on here and why is it happening."
"If you offend the mountain god and punish us, hey, it's all fate."
Hua Wuque said: "How is that possible? I'm afraid this is not a natural disaster but a man-made disaster."
"We have offended the mountain god. This is indeed a man-made disaster."
"You old man doesn't understand what I mean, so let me ask you how long has this happened and where did it first happen?" Hua Wuque asked.
The old patriarch recalled: "At first, this happened to a family across the stream. The child died within seven days and was buried long ago. The children who played with him also had accidents one after another. What a sin.
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"Then do you know what kind of corpse chasers are here?"
"What are you doing with the corpse chasers?"
Hua Wuque said: "You, old man, don't need to know, just tell us where the corpse exorcists are."
"Well, corpse chasers did come here a few days ago. It's a pity that the corpses here were all caused by offending the mountain god, and the corpse chasers didn't dare to offend the mountain god."
Hearing this, Hua Wuque laughed: "Then which direction do you think the corpse exorcists walked from, and how long did they go?"
"I remember it was the day before yesterday. That's it. You two should leave quickly and don't catch the plague here."
"Come on, just get busy."
Hua Wuque waved his hand and whispered to Ning Fan: "Good brother, this matter may not be that simple. How about we go find this family first?"
"That's fine. If it were the day before yesterday, the corpse chasers wouldn't have gone too far." Ning Fan agreed.
"Then let's go."
The two entered the village smoothly. There were cries in every house, and there was a coffin placed in every house.
The originally quiet and peaceful village has now become a dead village. Some corpses are even lying directly on the roadside. Maybe they are not dead yet, but it will not last long.