I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 196 The Tragedy in the Village (asking for monthly tickets)

The two people had disheveled hair. They were two women, one with white hair and old age, the other with black hair and looked to be in her twenties or thirties. They were both very thin. After they rushed out of the woods, they were obviously close to He Buning and the other three, but they all turned around and rushed towards Sang Que.

The black donkey struggled to escape, Sang Que pulled the reins while drawing the knife. Suddenly, two strands of black hair shot out from her side, instantly wrapped around the two women and twisted them hard.

There was a sound of breaking bones, and Sang Que swung his sword across.

Two heads flew up, Xia Chan retracted her hair, and the two corpses that had been twisted by her fell to the ground, still twitching. The two heads that fell to the ground were not completely dead yet, and were still making wild beast-like roars.

Xiaoliu and Xiaowu dismounted, took the kerosene on the horses' backs and poured it on the horses to light them.

Black smoke with a foul smell rose into the sky, and the two bodies soon became motionless.

"Sister Xiaochan is so amazing!" Xiaoliu covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief and praised Xiaochan generously.

Xia Chan shook her head proudly. With her around, no one could hurt her sister.

Xiao Wu glanced at Sang Que. These transformed corpses attacked Sang Que first, which must be because she was more evil than anyone else present, and her heart lamp and the Nine Nether levels were not balanced.

Xiaowu was calmer than Xiaoliu. He did not ask directly, but secretly remembered to be more vigilant in the future, pay more attention to Sangque, and provide timely assistance.

Why not ride on the horse and look at the village not far away and the surrounding farmland.

Sangque was also observing his surroundings. There was a forest on the right side of the road they were on.

She hadn't noticed it just now, but now she realized that the forest was bare, there was no grass on the ground, no leaves on the trees, and some trees didn't even have bark.

On the left hand side is a large area of ​​farmland, all of which is barren. The withered yellow weeds are crushed when stepped on and are scattered all over the farmland. The waterwheel that was used for irrigation in the past is also overturned on the side of the dirt road, half buried in the weeds.

At the entrance of the village not far away, there are simple chevaux de frise. Smoke is coming out of the chimneys of several households in the village, indicating that people are still living there.

He Bu Ning pondered for a moment and said, "The sick ghost may still be wandering around Meishu Village. Be careful after entering the village. If you feel that something is wrong, use the scapegoat first."

The scapegoat needs to be wrapped in hair and smeared with blood to keep it in a state of being ready to die at any time, and this state can only last for one day. If it does not encounter a fatal attack within a day, the scapegoat will still be broken.

Xiaoliu hurriedly took out four scapegoats from the bag on his horse's back. This was all they had received so far.

Xiao Liu gave it to He Buning, and He Buning said, "I don't need it, give it to Sang Er and Xia Chan."

Xiaoliu nodded, gave one to Xiaowu, walked to Sangque, and gave her the remaining two.

Sang Que thought about it and decided to continue. She had a scapegoat, and Xia Chan couldn’t use him. If Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu were not enough later, she would return him.

After making preparations, He Buning asked a few people to put on masks, kicked the horse's belly, and led the way into the village.

The black donkey was reluctant to move, so Sang Que pulled out a dagger and stabbed it into the shaft of the cart. Only then did the black donkey howl and pull the cart forward, its eyes wet.

Sang Que put on the Night Walker mask, and she had also prepared an ordinary ghost face mask for Xia Chan early on.

When they arrived at the village entrance, Xiaowu and Xiaoliu moved away the barricades to allow the few people to enter the village.

The village is large, but unusually quiet and desolate. Many families hang white lanterns, the yards and courtyards are overgrown with weeds, and there are even coffins and mourning halls. The atmosphere is very eerie.

All the way to the village, Sangque saw several closed doors and a flash of eyes secretly observing him.

There were also some intermittent coughing sounds, which made Sangque's scalp tighten when he first heard them. Later, he found that the recovery had not been consumed, but was just an ordinary cough, so he felt relieved.

Soon, their movement attracted people from the village. Running in front was an old man with white hair, hunched over and thin. Behind him followed five or six pale and thin women holding farm tools. They were all quite old, at least forty years old and above.

When the old man saw He Buning and others riding on the tall horses, he suddenly burst into tears and knelt down to worship.

"Master Night Walker, you are finally here!"

As soon as he knelt, the women behind him also knelt down and kowtowed, and all started crying and shouting.

"Please, Master Night Walker, help us!"

"There is a ghost in the village. It's a very powerful ghost. Everyone in our village is going to die!"

"Please, Master Yeyou, please take this ghost away."

He Bu Ning and the others got off their horses, and Xiao Wu stepped forward to help the old man up, "Stand up and answer, and explain it slowly and clearly." "Hey! Please go to Master Yeyou's room, let's go in and talk, let's go in and talk."

The old man wiped his tears while leading them. At the same time, he said to the women holding farm tools, "Why don't you go to each household and see if there is any food left to entertain the night wanderers?"

The group of women looked embarrassed, looked at each other, and stood there motionless.

He Bu Ning said coldly, "No need, we don't eat out."

He Bu Condensed's aura was so strong that the old man dared not disobey. He could only make faces to drive away the group of women and lead the group to the yard where he lived.

This old man was Yang Jishen, the village chief of Meishu Village. He lived in the middle of the village. He asked everyone to tie their horses and carts in front of his house.

The black donkey was restless. Sangque looked around and saw several dirty and skinny children standing at the door of the main house on both sides of the village chief's house and the opposite yard. They were drooling at the sesame cake in Xia Chan's hand.

Sang Que frowned and whispered to Xia Chan, "Don't eat here yet. Be obedient. Xuanyu, you stay and watch the donkey cart."

Xia Chan nodded in confusion, ate the pancake in his hand in a few bites, and adjusted the mask on his face.

The people in the village were all pale and thin, and the farmlands were abandoned. There was definitely a famine. It was not that Sang Que was cruel and reluctant to give up the food on the donkey cart, but the situation was unclear, and she was afraid that there would be too many monks and too little meat, which would eventually lead to a riot.

He had fled with the people from Heishan Village before, and met Xiaowu and Xiaoliu outside Tangyuan County. In order to keep Xiaoliu, the villagers of Heishan Village rushed up and held him back, preventing him from leaving.

At that time, she thought Xiaoliu was too much for taking direct action, but later she found out that Xiaoliu was not a bad person and that he might have been helpless at the time.

Sangque didn't want to be forced into the same situation as Xiaoliu, so he had no choice but to attack the villagers.

"Grandpa... I'm hungry..."

As soon as Yang Jishen returned to the yard where he lived, there was a very thin little girl of five or six years old standing at the door, looking at Yang Jishen eagerly. Because she was too thin, the child's head looked particularly big. She was wearing Yang Jishen's shirt and standing barefoot on the ground.

Yang Jisheng's face was full of heartache, and he hurried over to pick up the little girl, "Xiang'er, be good, grandpa will pour you some water."

"Sister, can Xiaochan..."

Xia Chan had a sad and sympathetic look on her face. She touched her collar, where she found the bread she had hidden. She had been hungry before, so she knew what it felt like.

Sang Que took Xia Chan's hand and followed He Buning and the others into the house. After entering and closing the door, Sang Que signaled Xia Chan to take out the cake and give it to the little girl.

When the little girl saw the cake, her eyes lit up and she tried to eat it, but Yang Jishen snatched it away.

Yang Jisheng also swallowed his saliva and smiled, "Thank you for your kindness, young lady. The child has been hungry for too long and dares not eat too much. I will feed her. I'm sorry to have made fun of you adults."

After saying that, Yang Jishen held the little girl on his lap, sat at the table, pinched a little bit of the cake with his calloused hands, and carefully fed it into the little girl's mouth.

Xiaoliu sighed softly, but He Buning and Xiaowu still looked serious.

He Buning sat down opposite Yang Jisheng and said, "Tell me, what's the situation in the village?"

Yang Jisheng pinched a piece of biscuit to feed the little girl while swallowing his saliva and said, "Fengning City was rebuilt, and all the men and women in the village, as long as they were able-bodied, were taken to Shikeng Village for hard labor. Even twelve-year-old children were taken away. Only the elderly, weak, women and children were left in the village. No one cultivated the fields, so they had long been abandoned, and the food in each household had been eaten up..."

Tears welled up in Yang Jishen's eyes. He Bu frowned and suddenly interrupted Yang Jishen.

"Talk about ghosts."

Seeing this, Xiaoliu hurriedly explained in a low voice to Sangque and Xiachan beside him, fearing that they would misunderstand He Bu Ning.

"Boss, it's not that we are heartless. It's just that we have seen too many such things and we are simply unable to help. Only by resolving the ghost problem early can these people have a chance of survival."

Yang Jisheng wiped away his tears and nodded, "The ghost appeared in the village the night before yesterday. Old lady Yao and her silly wife were at home. They were fine the day before, but died at home the next morning."

"I know that bodies that died suddenly should be burned in time, but there is no one in the village and we can't chop much firewood, so we thought of leaving them there first. As a result, they turned into corpses before the afternoon. It took us a lot of effort to drive them both to the woods outside the village."

"Then last night, the family next door to Old Lady Yao, who only had an old woman and two half-grown children, all died. The family across the street said that they saw a skinny man standing at her door in the middle of the night. He stood there for a while and then disappeared."

"There are no men in our village now, so what else could it be but a ghost? I had someone throw the body of the deceased last night into the dry well at the end of the village. I put something on the well mouth, but it turned into a corpse before the afternoon. And those who touched the body are now sick and coughing. I'm afraid they won't survive for a few more days..."

Asking for a monthly ticket~