Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 438 Westwood Village [15]

From Song Yiyuan's point of view, with Mo Qing's fighting power, it is no problem to deal with one or two monsters.

He never worried that Mo Qing would suffer.

But when he saw Mo Qing fighting the monster for many rounds and still not gaining the upper hand, he gradually realized something was wrong - the monster seemed to be as powerful as Mo Qing to the point of ridiculous.

The two of them were inseparable for a while.

Seeing that half of the kitchen was about to be smashed, Song Yiyuan was impatient, but he could not intervene in a fight of this level.

When he turned around, he noticed that the monster avoided the burning logs scattered on the ground. Suddenly, he had an idea, pulled out a burning firewood from the stove, and smashed it directly at the back of the monster's head.

Immediately, the monster groaned, and turned its head to see the wood in Song Yiyuan's hand, and a look of fear appeared on its face.

"give me!"

Mo Qing shouted at Song Yiyuan.

Before it was torn apart, Song Yiyuan came over.

He had an ominous feeling.

Mo gave him a sideways glance, but didn't speak to him.

Song Yiyuan calmed down for a while.

"Did you see the hoes, poles, and barrels over there?" Mo Qing pointed to a row of production tools against the wall.

Song Yiyuan clicked to stop.

Fortunately, Song Yiyuan has a good temper, he did not lose his temper with Mo, but kept up with her pace.

Of course, he didn't say - since the monster's fighting power can be equal to that of Mo Qing, then it may not be safe for him to stay with Mo Qing, and it is safer to bring another layer of insurance.

""Hundred Poisons Collection"." Song Yiyuan said, "It is said that your "Hundred Poisons Collection" is in Xiwu Village. She should be so persistent. According to our initial guess, there should be people who are good at medicine in Xiwu Village. able man."

"Ah."

Mo Qing broke the chocolate and gave half of it to Song Yiyuan.

Everything is quiet.

The building is gone in no time.

"I don't know, I feel like I didn't take it away." Mo Qing loosened the lid of the wooden box, and then put the lid back on. She said casually, "Let's look for it again."

Bamboo beds and octagonal tables are empty.

"The fog probably won't clear until noon." Mo Qing felt a headache when he saw the white fog covering the village. "Go around the village in the afternoon to see if I can find Abu or other monsters. I'll study it then."

Song Yiyuan said as he walked, "I have an idea, do you want to listen to it?"

He rubbed his hands: "I'll just guess casually. You are a medical saint, you know better than me."

She turned her head and looked at the road in front of the house: "I'll go to the village first."

The air was still a bit cold, and all directions were pervasive. Song Yiyuan was shivering in his jacket, but he didn't even frown when he saw Mo Qing, and he straightened his back and held on.

Mo Qing said without hesitation, "Eat it."

After taking a step, he thought of something again, ran to the small table, lifted the kerosene lamp, and blew out the candles—kerosene needs to be saved.

Unexpectedly, this "last meal" overturned directly.

Song Yiyuan thought for a moment: "Are you looking for it?"

Mo Qing glanced at him: "You should think about saving yourself."

The cap had long since fallen off, and the gas in the pressure cooker was almost released. Song Yiyuan easily opened it, but he was full of joy, and immediately fell to the bottom after seeing the food in the pressure cooker.

Mo Qing replied.

The wooden box was also empty.

After a long time, he said: "So, in the current situation...we can't leave Xiwu Village when there is no fog. If we want to leave, we can only choose when there is fog. However, monsters will attack us in the fog .”

"This monster is afraid of fire." Song Yiyuan caught up two steps, looked around, a little unbelievable, "But Abu is not afraid, I never see Abu avoiding it every time I cook."

Song Yiyuan thought about it and felt that what she said made sense.

Song Yiyuan quickly threw the wood to Mo Qing.

"If we can't get out, won't we be starved to death?" Song Yiyuan frowned.

She looked around and said slowly, "Then you have to ask him."

"I said so?"

"..."

While talking, the two came to the old house.

"Yes. So in this village, there must be people who can read. Those who can read will have books." Mo Qing shrugged, "It's just that they were either destroyed or hidden."

Song Yiyuan hurriedly stood up: "I'm with you!"

"It's gone." Mo Qing threw his backpack directly to him, "I don't have anything to eat in my bag, I have to have it from Jiang Ke."

There is a meter-high soil wall outside the yard, and the entrance is a wooden fence, which is now decayed.

Song Yiyuan added: "Even if they are really illiterate and don't need to go to school, the villages that have taken root here from generation to generation don't even have an ancestral hall! It's outrageous."

He looked around, found a rag, and finally rescued the pressure cooker from the fire with the help of tools.

Mo Qing finally understood what Song Yiyuan meant when he said "I don't have any personal belongings".

Not much gain.

Song Yiyuan: "..." Thank you, even more anxious.

"Do you know why I came here?" Mo Qing asked.

The monster had an obvious reaction to the flames, avoiding Mo Qing's attack everywhere, and after shaking twice, he finally disappeared in one go.

Mo Qing and Song Yiyuan sat on the small bench, their eyes met.

"He is our companion, if he thinks of something, why didn't he tell us?" Song Yiyuan never suspected Chi Shi, and his mood became more and more complicated.

"I haven't seen it before." Mo Qing said frankly, "Aren't you a genius doctor, please express your opinion?"

After a long time, Mo Qing couldn't help but yawned.

The yard was overgrown with weeds, and the yellow withered grass took root in the ground and grew one or two meters high, blocking the way in.But the last time Song Yiyuan came, he stepped on a small path with his feet.

Song Yiyuan: "Yes."

Mo Qing didn't answer directly, but said: "Maybe there are other ways later."

Mo Qing spoke casually.

But the meaning is clear.

"..."

"what ever."

"How do you know he didn't think of anything?"

"No."

"Is there a possibility that there is a perverted doctor in Xiwu Village who wanted to train such a medicine man, so he turned the whole village into those around—"

——Does the monster in the village have anything to do with her race?

"I heard that Shen Niang once made a medicine man and wanted to use it for herself." Song Yiyuan said.

He held his respect: "I haven't used this kind of pressure cooker much, I guess the water is wrong."

Although there is still fog lingering in the village, Mo Qing can still see the outline.

Mo Qing said, "It's more grand than where you live."

Song Yiyuan paused, and analyzed: "This may be some kind of custom."

Mo Qing raised his eyebrows: "It's not a fantasy, Jiang Ke said, if you really found Xiwu Village through the fog, then there is a high probability that the fog will affect the magnetic field, which will cause 'Xiwu Village to disappear on the map. 'The strange phenomenon."

Song Yiyuan only felt the cold wind blowing on the back of his neck, making him feel chilly.

He was even more puzzled: "So, what is the reason why you don't keep any personal items?"

Song Yiyuan rubbed the tip of his nose with his fingers.

They all brought bags, and they didn't put any food in them... This was also the first time I saw him.

Mo Qing came to a collapsed house along the gravel road covered with weeds, and stopped.

"..." The more Song Yiyuan heard it, the more he felt something was wrong, "Hiss, no, look at what you mean, do you still want to live here for a long time?"

Song Yiyuan explained: "Isn't that monster afraid of fire just now? Kerosene is flammable, so bring some insurance."

Song Yiyuan's expression gradually became serious.

Song Yiyuan was confused.

"This is the only food left. If you don't eat it, it will be gone." Song Yiyuan said.

"Yes."

The room was a bit dark and the vision was poor, so Mo Qing turned on the flashlight.

Mo Qing lost his appetite just by looking at it.

It was full of rice mush.

"...hard to disagree."

Mo Qing looked at him again.

Song Yiyuan was stunned for a moment when he heard that, he raised his hand and rubbed his cheeks, his eyes stared straight.

Looking at the empty wooden box, Mo Qing was fascinated, and suddenly said: "I didn't take it away."

Mo Qing had just lifted the wooden cover on the earthen stove pot in the kitchen, when he heard the sound, he turned around and asked, "Can't you see a book?"

Mo Qing asked strangely, as if he had lost his memory.

"No." Mo Qing gave him a strange look, "I just want you not to be so anxious."

She was looking for her.

Mo Qing paused for a few seconds: "My opinion is that if it is a private collection of books, it is very likely to be destroyed. But the books that need to be passed down - are very likely to be hidden somewhere."

"It's the same in other rooms." Song Yiyuan added, "I even visited those collapsed houses, and they didn't have any personal belongings. I guess, before the owners of the houses moved out, they all took their personal belongings away—— Or dealt with."

——It was the first time she saw a creature of this level.

The pressure cooker has "rough skin and thick meat", and nothing will happen if you drop it once or twice.

Mo Qing observed the surrounding situation and replied absently.

Song Yiyuan didn't nod or shake his head, but stared at her closely.

"Isn't he very familiar with Abu, maybe he knows something."

"So fantastic?"

Entering the dining room on the right, the first thing that catches the eye is a single bamboo bed, an octagonal table, and an old-fashioned cabinet. There are only three items, which are common furnishings in rural areas in the past.

Not even personal clothes.

After being here for a few days, I really suffered from "hunger and cold".

She found the backpack that had been thrown aside, fumbled in the side pocket, and found a bar of chocolate.

Song Yiyuan was stunned for a long time: "Then we can only go out when there is fog?"

She said indifferently: "I observed it when I came here. There are abundant resources around the village, and there are a lot of food to eat. It will be no problem after ten and a half months. What's more, when spring comes, the products will only be more abundant."

Going inside is another room with a wardrobe, a bed and several wooden boxes, but there is no bedding on the bed, only an empty shelf, and there are only two sets of old bedding in the wardrobe.

"Yes, I don't have any personal belongings." Song Yiyuan pushed open the wooden door leading to the living room, and clapped his hands, "The daily necessities are all neatly arranged, as if they were specially taken care of when they left."

After fighting the monsters just now, she became more and more sure that the combat power of these monsters could compete with her.

As the only livable house in the whole village, this house is not seriously decayed. The furniture and items are all complete, but thick dust has accumulated, and the air is full of dull musty smell.

Song Yiyuan nodded.

"..."

"The door is locked, but it's rusted, and it can be opened with a push." ​​Song Yiyuan demonstrated to Mo Qing, and opened the door directly.

"How to say?"

Mo Qing lazily rolled his eyelids and didn't break up with him.

"That's the case."

"Is there any more?" Song Yiyuan asked anxiously.

Mo Qing responded, but holding a flashlight, he slowly began to visit.

"Do you still remember why Mother Shen insisted on entering Xiwu Village?" Mo Qing asked.

There are no calendars, posters on the walls.

She slowly put the wooden lid back on.

"Ghost knows."

Mo Qing nodded in agreement.

"What does it have to do with being late?"

"Is this the porridge you carefully made?" Mo Qing walked over, looked down into the pressure cooker, and frowned.

The village seems to be independent of the world.

The two walked along the path, passed through the yard, and finally saw the whole house.

"But didn't he lose his memory?"

It was because the leftover rice was not enough to make a meal that Song Yiyuan wanted to make porridge, which would be enough to make a meal.

"What do you mean?" Song Yiyuan suddenly realized something was wrong, and quickly asked, "Where's Jiang Ke? Where's Huos? Aren't they outside to meet him?"

"It's been a few years," Mo Qing said, "but at least it proves that they need to farm. There is a kitchen, which proves that they need food. So there must be fields in the village, but it's been too long, and the fields are barren."

Song Yiyuan exhaled slowly, allowing himself to accept the fact in front of him.

As if he didn't believe Song Yiyuan's appearance.

"Before that, I told you that there is another house that can still be lived in." Song Yiyuan raised his hand and pointed forward.

"Your guess is not impossible, but it is very low."

"Ah—my porridge!"

Mo Qing stood up.

Mo Qing's tightly locked brows loosened, as if he just came back to his senses: "What?"

"Why don't you go to the house to rest for a while? It might be better in two hours." Song Yiyuan said.

It cannot be made into rice, nor can it be called porridge.

Song Yiyuan was startled: "What?"

"Ah."

Mo Qing and Song Yiyuan decided to go west and take a look at the earliest architectural relics in this village.

"Say."

He was born well, and from childhood to adulthood, no matter how hard he was, he never went hungry.

There are some bowls and chopsticks in the cupboard—the same style as the ones in the house that Song Yiyuan lives in now.

He couldn't help but put his hand on the back of his neck and rubbed it.

Mo Qing turned his head.

Song Yiyuan bluffed, interrupting Mo Qing's attention.

Song Yiyuan lowered his head in frustration.

"I'm asking you," Song Yiyuan was puzzled, "Didn't you just say that your personal belongings were not taken away—how did you know?"

"It's pretty grand." Song Yiyuan agreed, "It covers a larger area and has a yard. Although the house is empty and no one lives in it, the house doesn't get old so fast. I suspect that the person who lived there before must have been at least one Village official."

Looking at the pressure cooker again, Song Yiyuan reluctantly said: "How can I say... can I eat it? Anyway, it's cooked."

"I don't know how you and Chishi got in, but it should be related to the fog." Mo Qing said, "Jiang Ke and I agree that to enter Xiwu Village, you must go through the fog. So there is no fog At that time, we couldn’t find it according to the map, but we walked along the route in the fog and got here smoothly.”

Mo Qing looked at the fog that was gradually dissipating in the village, and his brows unconsciously became solemn.

At the same time, he said his own thoughts: "Don't you think it's weird? Moving will not take away all personal belongings, but the whole village will deal with it uniformly-why is it necessary? Want to completely eliminate traces of your existence? Also, don't you Know how outrageous, I've looked everywhere and can't find a book! Are they all illiterate?"

"If you want to eat, you eat."

"Abu will go back when it gets dark at the latest." Song Yiyuan had lingering fears about the monsters around the village. "The monsters are too powerful. I think it's better for us to wait for rescue."

"...Unfortunately, there is a blind spot in knowledge." Song Yiyuan sighed.

"Let's take a casual look first." Mo Qing said.

Mo Qing looked at him strangely.

Looking around, Mo Qing frowned: "There is nothing."

"That's right," Song Yiyuan, a former teacher, is extremely sensitive to books. "Not only are there no books, there is no school-like building in the village, and you can't see any words—the three words at the entrance of the village don't count. But look at them. The architectural planning of the building is all in good order, without any culture, how did you do it?"

Song Yiyuan ran to the ruined earthen stove, first reached out to grab the pressure cooker, but quickly withdrew his hand due to the burn.

"If you want to refine medicine, there is no need to spend a lot of time to erase the traces of the villagers' life." Mo Qing said, "What's more, this kind of place is isolated from the world, why is it necessary?"

*
At around [-]:[-] in the morning, the sky gradually brightened and the fog cleared a little, but the village was still surrounded by a vast expanse of whiteness.

Song Yiyuan muttered softly: "I've found everything I need to find..."

Mo Qing told Song Yiyuan about the experiences of the past few days and the process of entering Xiwu Village.

"Isn't it still possible to eat grass?"

He brought a small bottle of kerosene and checked the lighter on his body before following Mo Qing.

He found that Mo Qing had been standing still, and took a few steps towards her strangely: "Why didn't you leave, did you find anything?"

"I feel……"

Mo Qing stared at the ruins ahead, and then looked at the road next to him.

She murmured: "It seems to have been here before."

(End of this chapter)