Dead people, in fact, were not a strange thing in that era. They were bitten to death by wild beasts, or killed by bandits, or fell into the river and drowned when they were drunk in the middle of the night. The death that the villagers witnessed with their own eyes was much worse than that of people today.
Much more.
But such a strange death situation, placed in this small village, is like a powder keg, exploding in this remote small village with a "bang".
The gunpowder barrel contained not gunpowder, but fear.
At that moment, everyone was wrapped up in the spread of fear, gathered together, and then completely swallowed up.
At this moment, all the different faces turned into almost the same color. At this moment, that miserable white color became the common point of everyone in the village, whether they were young or old, male or female, at this moment, they
They all have the same identity - the trembling ones.
At this moment, the passage of life completely revealed the wrapped fear. Everyone's face had almost the same color as those of the mummies, the same pale color. At this moment, white became the most abrupt color in this lush forest.
"village head"
"village head"
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The villagers looked tremblingly at the old man whose back had slowly become rickety for some time. Their eyes revealed longing and cowardice, hoping that the old man could straighten up his suppressed back at this time.
, leading everyone to solve the immediate problem.
Looking at those pairs of fearful eyes, the emotions inside were very complicated. There were complaints, begging, and a desire to escape. All of them fell into the eyes of the old village chief. When his words came to his lips, they just became
A deep sigh.
"Burn it"
The old man's voice was full of weakness, as if the last strength in his body had disappeared in these words. The old man's body was crumbling. When the people behind him saw the village chief's condition, they hurried over to help him.
Everyone looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what to do about this matter. At that time, people were still buried after death.
Everyone believes that after death, a person can rest in peace only if he is buried in the ground. A person may not have too many worries while alive, but if he cannot be buried in peace after death, he is likely to become a lonely ghost.
So when the village chief said that the bodies of those people should be burned, everyone looked at each other and did not make any move for a while.
The person who was originally kneeling there crying and crying suddenly felt a chill in his heart when he heard the village chief's words. The tears in his eyes stopped for an instant, and then he turned around and looked at the village chief who said these words in disbelief.
"Village chief, you can't!"
"Village chief, you can't burn them. If their bodies are missing, what will they do in the future?"
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Several female relatives were crying and trying to get the village chief to take back what he just said, but looking at the village chief's eyes, their hearts were slowly sinking.
Because the village chief's face didn't change at all. He didn't even look at them. Instead, he kept staring at the mummies in the hut. His eyes slowly turned from fearful to calm, and then a gleam of light suddenly appeared.
, those eyes that had witnessed countless years bloomed with flames of hatred at this moment.
It is a kind of flame that will lead everyone into darkness, crazy and silent, but swaying and extinguished at any time.
The old man was hesitating, but the hesitation was not whether to burn the corpses, but whether to take revenge.
At this time, the old man already understood what happened. This thing was far more terrifying than the villagers imagined. He knew what happened, and he also knew that the source of this thing might be the bodies of the father and son, but
Now he doesn't dare to say it, and he can't say it either.
But these corpses cannot be left behind at all.
Faced with the pleadings of those family members, the old man was still ruthless. In that era, a person who could become a person in power and control the destiny of some people had no means and could not be ruthless. How could he lead the village?
How can people survive in this era of bandits?
Sometimes they can be humble and submissive, but sometimes, if they admit it or dare not, then there is only one way left for them - a dead end.
Life was not that easy, especially in those days.
The old man straightened his spine again, supported his body, and his eyes glowed with brilliance again.
"Stop them and burn this hut together!"
This sentence was said with a sonorous force, and it was completely different from the mouth of an old man who was over seventy years old. At this moment, the family members of the deceased cried even louder, turned around, and rushed towards the thatched shed.
, and some people rushed towards the village chief, wanting to beg, but the village chief only took a slight step back.
Then a few people caught all those people, and under the command of the village chief, they lifted them off the mountain. The crying gradually faded away, and the village chief signaled to the remaining people again. This time everyone was silent.
Without hesitation, he made a few flames and lit a handful of straw.
Then he threw the burning straw onto the straw shed.
The flames burned almost instantly. A mountain wind blew by. In the blink of an eye, the flames on the straw shed became very intense. Everyone threw bundles of straw and branches into the shed.
Those mummies were thrown into the thatched shed.
The flames spread on the straw shed, and the straw gradually curled and bent in the pale yellow flames and then turned pitch black and became
The dye caught in the flame turned into fly ash as the flame shook and scattered in the mountains and fields with the wind.
Streams of black smoke drifted down the mountain in the wind, and the cries of the women could still be vaguely heard in the distance. Yes, their husbands were dead.
He died so mysteriously in the cemetery of this village. No one saw it, and no one knew how he died. Even after death, not even a complete body was left, and he could only share it with those people's.
The corpses were mixed together with the dry straw of the thatched shed, turning into a ball of ashes.
But the village chief has no way at all. This situation is the best way now. Those women don't know what the situation is yet, and now is not a good time to explain it to them. This matter needs to be returned to the village.
Can tell in detail.
Because after the death of these four people, this matter is no longer a matter of one person, but a matter closely related to the whole village.
The flames were still burning, and most of the straw in the straw shed had been burned. The wooden pillars that originally supported the straw shed were slowly bending and turning black. There was a click, and the beams of the straw shed were broken by the flames.
It couldn't bear the weight of the thatched shed either.
It collapsed directly and fell down. As the beams broke, the entire thatched shed collapsed in an instant. Those people who had gathered next to the thatched shed hurriedly backed away when they saw this in order to prevent the flames from infecting themselves.
Smoke and dust were everywhere, and at this moment, the dust in the flames also caused black smoke and dust to fill the sky with the collapse of the thatched shed.
The gray-black powder continued to float, and finally the flames burned to the mummies on the ground.
When the flames climbed up the body of the mummy, a putrid smell came from the thatched shed. The smell was very unpleasant, as if an old object that had been rotting for many years was set on fire. This smell alone
The smell made everyone present retreat.
The village chief was also supported and followed the crowd back step by step, but his eyes were fixed on the situation inside the thatched shed.
"puff"
Several soft sounds came from the flames, as if several balloons were burned and deflated in the flames. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the situation inside the thatched shed. Looking at the flames, everyone's hearts were lifted.
Letting go slowly.
It seemed that the flames could wash away all fear, but at this moment, the flames suddenly disturbed, and a black figure in the flames suddenly sat up. At that moment, everyone's hearts were in their throats.
The figure who sat up seemed to be moving, curling his body and slowly turning towards them, and his bent arms seemed to be waving to them.
It seems to be saying, come here, come here, sooner or later we will be apart again...