Those years when I cooked big pot rice in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 58 All the crimes are because of him
At the same time as a broken wall was lifted, the sharp dagger blade was already stabbing at the man.

The man didn't move, only his shoulders kept twitching up and down.

Aning frowned, and put away the dagger in time.

It was none other than An Zhiping in front of him!

Aning put away the dagger, signaling that Jing Zhao was safe.

"An Zhiping?"

Jing Zhao was also taken aback.

"Dead, all dead."

"Gu Jingzhao, why are you here now?"

"Father is dead, mother is dead, and the whole village has been wiped out. No one is alive..."

"What are you doing here? What's the use of you coming back now?!"

An Zhiping yelled louder and louder, his eyes were red, and after yelling, he hugged Jing Zhao and burst into tears.

Jing Zhao's eyes were also red.

He hugged An Zhiping and didn't know how to comfort him.She could only hug him quietly and pat him on the back over and over again.

"sorry."

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

Jing Zhao blamed himself more than anything else, if it wasn't for him, the priests wouldn't have noticed Xiaxi Village, and they wouldn't have been killed.

All the guilt is because of him.

An Zhiping was tired from crying, and fell asleep in his arms.

Jing Zhao carried him back to Shangshiji, put him on the bed, so that he could sleep more peacefully, but... this child just went through this disaster, how could he be safe after such a change...

Jing Zhao sat at the door of Shangshiji, his eyes sank a little bit.

The village is now as quiet as a ghost town, and the wind blows with whimpers, as if someone is crying.The smell of blood on the ground has not yet abated, and all this is because of him.

When an accident happened in Xiaxi, Jing Zhao was the one who blamed himself the most.

He stared at a large open space ahead, where a few days ago a group of them would have been drinking, eating, and chatting.There are An Nanhuai, Uncle An...

But now, these living people have turned into corpses and are hung on the tree at the entrance of the stockade, and the root of all this is because of him.

If he hadn't provoked the priest back then, none of this would have happened now...

At some point, Aning sat beside him.

"What are you going to do?" Aning asked.

Jing Zhao shook his head, "My choice has caused so many people to die, what do you think I should do." He smiled self-deprecatingly.

After arriving in this world, he experienced too many things that would not have happened in peaceful times.

Here, ignorance, savagery, and worship of gods; without science, ignorance of etiquette, human life is worthless in front of theocracy.He is not a savior, what can he do.

The more Jing Zhao thought this way, the more helpless he felt, as if he had punched cotton and couldn't do anything.

Gu Jingzhao clenched his fists fiercely.

After a long time, he let go of his hand.

Aning looked at him and said for a while, "Gu Jingzhao, are you going to give up?"

"kindness?"

Aning stared at him with deep eyes, and said word by word: "As you said, you want to overthrow the rule of the priests and change this place. Are you going to give in now?"

Jing Zhao didn't make a sound, he felt a little confused in his heart.

He just suddenly couldn't find the fulcrum to support himself to go on.

Jing Zhao got up silently and walked towards the entrance of the village.

Aning did not follow.

The blood along the way made him gradually numb.

Go to Zhaikou, on the old locust tree.

The corpses of the villagers were all hung up, disemboweled and disemboweled.

Blood flows.

Gu Jingzhao fainted slightly.

He looked into their eyes, speechless for a long time.

Gu Jingzhao climbed up the tree and let their bodies down from the tree one by one.

Finally, there was An Nanhuai's body.

He put him down from the old locust tree.

Until death, the corners of An Nanhuai's mouth were tightly pressed together, as if unwilling.

Gu Jingzhao gently closed his eyes for him.

He took off the jade pendant from An Nanhuai's waist.

Jing Zhao started digging pits by the tree, graves one by one.

After a while, a small grave has been piled up here.

His hands were covered with dirt debris and blood.

After all this was done, the sky had already dimmed, and the bright red sun shone on the ground like blood, covering the entire village in a dark red.

And this new tomb stood at the entrance of the stockade. For a moment, Jing Zhao felt that looking at these tombs was like seeing those living people.

They all looked at him with smiles and called him Mr. Gu.

Gu Jingzhao's heart was in a panic, and he unconsciously walked towards the outside of the stockade.

He went up the back mountain unknowingly.

The mountain is still the same as when he left, lush and green, and the forest is quiet, only the sound of wind blowing leaves rustling.

Suddenly, Jing Zhao heard two crane cries, high-pitched and sad.

He knew where the sound was coming from.

He went straight to the thatched hut in the mountain, but happened to meet Ah Fu coming out of the thatched hut.

"Ah Fu, is that old gentleman still there?"

"Little boss?" Ah Fu was puzzled for a moment, he locked the door, turned to Jing Zhao and said, "Are you looking for Master?"

As he spoke, he shook the scroll in his hand again at Jing Zhao: "I have found a way to break the plague."

Jing Zhao should have been happy after hearing the news, but now he couldn't laugh.

A Fu found a way to break the plague, but there was not even a living person left in the village.

Thinking of this, his eye sockets began to ache again.

Jing Zhao moved his lips twice, but finally choked up.

Ah Fu said: "Master Patriarch, the old man, traveled all over the world. When you came, he had just left."

Jing Zhao shook his head, thinking that if there is fate to meet again, they will meet naturally, and it is useless to force if there is no fate.

"Let's go." Jing Zhao worked hard for a long time, and finally said two words.

Ah Fu was reading his papers all the way, and he swore: "This time, the epidemic will definitely be saved, little boss, don't worry, your heart is clear, Shandan, and their entire clan can survive."

Jing Zhao's heart hurts when he heard Ah Fu read the names of these people.

He stopped suddenly.

Feeling dizzy, he froze in place.

Ah Fu turned to look at him in doubt, "What's wrong?"

Gu Jingzhao's eyes were already full of tears, he twisted his eyes little by little, and looked at Ah Fu with great difficulty, as if a lump was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't understand why when the words came to his mouth, he couldn't come out.

He trembled his lips, after many efforts.

"The priest... slaughtered... the entire Xiaxi River... blood flowed into a river..."

He couldn't bear it any longer, covered his face with his hands, and wept silently.

Afu was also stunned for a moment.

With a shake of his hand, the scroll in his hand fell to the ground, the rope broke, and the bamboo pieces scattered all over the ground.

Ah Fu in a daze slowly turned his head to look at the village where the setting sun was falling. The blood-red sunlight fell on the roof tiles, shining like fire, but there was no smoke coming out of the chimneys, and the whole village was deadly silent.

"Little boss, why is this happening?"

Jing Zhao shook his head, "I don't know, I don't know! It's like this when I come back, and there's nothing left... The priests are obviously here for me, but why are they the ones who died..."

(End of this chapter)