Xiao Ci said that the burned courtyard was probably full of bones, and this was just to scare Song Qinghuan.
But unexpectedly, when I actually went there, I realized that it was not a scare at all, but the truth.
The fire at the bottom of the mountain was more powerful than the fire at the top. A row of seven or eight farmyards were completely burned. Fortunately, there were no connected houses in the surrounding area, otherwise not only these seven or eight courtyards would be burned down.
Song Qinghuan looked at it with a pale face, only to feel that his scalp was extremely numb, so he pulled Xiao Ci and said: "What kind of hatred do you think is necessary to kill all the people in the village?"
There were so many corpses and several fires were set on fire. No one would believe it if they said it was not man-made.
Xiao Ci frowned and said nothing. He took a few steps forward and used branches to poke at the burned remains on the ground. He sighed after a while.
Confiscating the family and exterminating the clan is nothing more than that.
In broad daylight, just looking at so many white bones can send chills down one's spine.
Song Qinghuan stood outside and didn't dare to go in. Seeing that Xiao Ci didn't show any intention of coming out for a while, he called out: "Uncle Jiu, can you leave?"
Xiao Ci turned around and saw a cowardly look on her face. He raised the corner of his lips and was about to respond, but suddenly his expression changed and he shouted sharply: "Who is that person?"
But his feet were already running out quickly.
Song Qinghuan looked in his direction and saw nothing indistinctly. He could only see the grass swaying very fast, and he didn't know whether it was a person or a wild animal.
Xiao Ci's figure disappeared within a moment. Song Qinghuan did not dare to stay in front of the burned-out yard alone, so he went to the house where he was staying temporarily.
Song Qinghuan didn't have a good sense of direction, and he wasn't familiar with this place. After walking around, he realized that he had lost his way, and for a while he couldn't find the house where he had rested.
There was a drizzle in the sky again. When Song Qinghuan thought about so many people dying in this village, he felt chills for a while, fearing that there might be a ghost.
Xiao resigned and returned. He neither found Song Qinghuan in front of the burned yard nor in the house where he rested. He was so frightened that his face turned pale. He searched for her in the village and called her name.
When I saw Song Qinghuan appearing in front of me with a cowardly look on his face, I was angry and funny at the same time.
But I finally let go of the thought.
"Can you be more proactive? You are getting more and more capable if you can get lost in such a big place."
Song Qinghuan was not annoyed by his retort, she just curled her lips and quickly grabbed his arm, changed the subject and asked: "How is it? Did you catch him?"
Xiao Ci's eyes darkened slightly, he shook his head and said, "We'll leave early tomorrow morning, it's a bit too evil here."
He said that Song Qinghuan's bento was haunted by evil spirits, and he looked solemn and nodded in agreement: "Okay."
Back at the resting place, Song Qinghuan prepared the prepared medicinal materials and dealt with them as they should.
Xiao Ci lit a fire in the main room at night, and the two of them ate the leftovers from lunch, drank some medicine, and then rested.
Song Qinghuan always remembered Xiao Ci's evil talk during the day, and never left him at night, and had to be close to him before he could sleep.
Xiao Ci was so amused by her appearance that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He even laughed and scolded her: "Aren't you usually very strong-willed? Why are you as timid as a mouse now?"
He rolled his eyes and laughed again: "Are you trying to take advantage of your husband on purpose?"
Song Qinghuan kept her mouth shut and didn't speak. To be honest, when she was following her master, she saw a lot of dead people. Some died tragically, and some died of a dead end. For a little money, she even changed clothes and groomed the dead.
I don’t think there’s anything scary about the job.
What's more, what's scary is never the dead, but the living.
But she didn't know why she acted like a coward when she was with Xiao Ci. She thought maybe it was just to take advantage.
Thinking like this, the man nuzzled into his arms again, and his hands became really dishonest, as if to set off Xiao Ci's words just now.
Xiao Ci was so troubled by her, he laughed and tightened her hand, warning: "Don't move around anymore, this place is very evil. If my husband can't control it in a while, maybe it will be better."
My eyes are all fixed on it."
Song Qinghuan was frightened by him, so she became really honest and hummed: "I thought you were quite promising, but it turns out that's just the way it is."
The two of them were arguing for a while, and Song Qinghuan also felt sleepy. He found a comfortable position in Xiao Ci's arms, and soon fell asleep.
She was only half asleep when she heard Xiao Ci ask her: "Qing Huan, has your mother left anything of special significance to you?"
Song Qinghuan was drowsily asleep, but she thought about it for a while, and then replied: "No."
After a pause, he asked him again: "Why do you ask this?"
Xiao Ci said: "It's nothing, I'm just curious and wanted to ask. Since I don't have any, then forget it."
Song Qinghuan gave a muffled response, and then there was no sound, and he fell asleep completely.
When she woke up the next day, the sky became clearer for the first time in a long time. Song Qinghuan stood outside the door and stretched, feeling that her mood had improved.
But then he thought of the flood in Ruizhou, and couldn't help but frown, and said to Xiao Ci: "We have been missing for several days, and we don't know what happened to Brother Chuan and Sister Tong, as well as the victims of the disaster in Ruizhou.
I don’t know if everything has been properly arranged."
This flood in Ruizhou caused a lot of damage to both fields and houses, and there were also many casualties due to failure to take shelter.
Regardless of whether we were standing on the border of Ruizhou this time, since the sun had come out, the rain had stopped when I came to Ruizhou. When the water receded, there were still a lot of things to take care of.
Song Qinghuan and Xiao Ci are not in Ruizhou, and Magistrate Lin is new and has not yet established his prestige. There are also the Du family, the Zhou family, and the Li family. Xiao Jingchuan is too young to be responsible, and the whole Ruizhou may be in chaos.
It's become a pot of porridge.
Xiao Ci washed the wild fruits he picked in the morning and handed them to Song Qinghuan. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "We are all mud Buddhas crossing the river, but you still have the heart to worry about others."
Song Qinghuan took the wild fruit and glared at Xiao Ci fiercely: "I'm worried it's not because you gave birth to it."
After saying that, he took a bite of the wild fruit, and his face suddenly changed color because of the sourness.
After many days of rain, it suddenly cleared up, and the mud on the road became deeper and shallower.
The two helped them find the intersection out of the village, and as they pushed aside the weeds growing all over the ground to leave, a thin figure hid in the grass and watched silently.
After leaving the village and following the official road to the town, Xiao Ci and Song Qinghuan learned that the village was originally called Changshun Village and is now called Tianyin Village.
Yin refers to the Yin in the underworld. It is said that seven or eight years ago, this village suddenly became that miserable overnight. Even the government did not dare to take care of it. In the next seven or eight years, no one dared to go there again.
went.
The road leading to the village has long been overgrown with weeds, so only the older people know the village, and the younger ones don't even know there is such a place.
Ordinary people walking there during the day would feel eerie and terrifying, and it would be even worse at night, when heart-wrenching cries and screams could be heard.
