It didn't take long for Zhao Ling'er to follow the footprints to find this family, Zhao Ling'er felt strange, at this time, the villagers were already busy, but the door of this family was still closed.

"Houqing, open the door quickly! I'm here...." Zhao Ling'er stepped forward and knocked on the door, but no matter how hoarse he was, it was as quiet as late at night. He looked through the crack in the door, and the door was still wide open, but there was no one in the dead silence.

The door is bolted on the inside and cannot be opened on the outside. He could only climb to the top of the courtyard wall by the small tree by the wall like a monkey and jump into the courtyard. Looking at the blood in the courtyard, Zhao Ling'er was stunned for a moment, and a bad premonition came to her heart, and suddenly the blood surged upward, and there seemed to be a few deer in her heart, "coo-dong-coo-dong" bumping around.

Following the bloodstains, he walked forward step by step, until he walked into the door, and the bloodstains extended to the bedside in the room, and two dark figures were still lying on the bed.

"What's going on?" Zhao Ling'er screamed softly, his feet were as difficult to move as lead, his heart was about to jump out, and he thought in his mind: Houqing, you must not have anything to do, or what should I do? But God is like fighting him, the flies on the bed buzzed, a trace of liquid dripped down from the side of the bed, and the ground was dark, it was blood!

Zhao Ling'er was like a madness in his mind, and rushed forward, "Houqing" let out a terrible cry, his eyes were dark, and he fainted like this!

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I don't know how long it took, Zhao Ling'er suddenly woke up, sat up suddenly, gasped for breath, and his hands trembled slightly. When he fell asleep, his mind was full of blood, and his face was vicious, and he had nightmares.

When he calmed down and looked around, it was an ordinary house, just like his own home, and the furnishings were somewhat similar, two wooden beds, a table, surrounded by a teapot, covered with several tea bowls, and a few stools randomly placed around the table on the ground, simple and quiet.

On the wall directly above the table, there was a portrait of an immortal holding a sword and fighting with people, and below the portrait was an incense burner made of clay, in which were inserted three incense sticks, and the incense had been burned for most of it, and there was green smoke rising from it. Zhao Ling'er knew that the portrait was painted by the disciples of Bishan, and the villagers regarded them as immortals and worshiped them at home, hoping to bless their families with safety. On the wall of Zhao Ling'er's house, there is also a portrait that looks the same.

Zhao Ling'er knew in his heart that he must have slept in someone's house, he sat on the bed for a while, and when he thought about it, this day was like a dream, and he couldn't believe it! A thought suddenly arose in his heart: Everything last night may have been a nightmare, right? Maybe he has been sleeping here all along, right?

He slowly got out of bed, put on his shoes, and walked towards the door.

"Squeak", Zhao Ling'er was like a frightened rabbit, and she was shocked and trembled.

The door opened wide, and a similar boy walked in, it was Cui Houqing.

"Hmm, Zhao Ling'er, you're awake! I thought you were going to sleep for a while! I didn't scare you, did I?" Cui Houqing smiled apologetically.

Zhao Ling'er shook her head and asked, "Lin Haoran, how long have I been asleep, why are you here?"

Cui Houqing's eyes flashed with sadness, and he said in a low voice: "Ling'er, you slept for a day and a night, and you had a terrible fever in the middle, and the fever only subsided this morning." The yard you went to was a neighbor's house, and the death of one of his houses scared you. Yesterday I heard you screaming, rushed in and found you lying on the ground, and found... Discovery..."A mist flashed in Lin Haoran's eyes, and tears rolled in his eyes.

"What did you find, what did you find, Hou Qing, say it quickly?" Zhao Ling'er was shocked, and hugged Lin Haoran's shoulders with both hands and shook vigorously.

Lin Haoran glanced at Zhao Ling'er, turned his eyes away, and said after a while: "I found that everyone in the entire village was dead." ”

Zhao Ling'er let go of Lin Haoran as if she had been struck by lightning, took two steps back, and her hands hung down weakly. Really! Everything is true! The villagers are all dead, what should I do? Zhao Ling'er only felt that the sky was spinning, blood was gushing upward, and her throat was sweet, and she spurted out in one gulp.

"Zhao Ling'er, Zhao Ling'er, you have to hold on. Seeing this, Lin Haoran hurriedly took two steps forward to support Zhao Ling'er, tears welling up. Two children, you look at me, I look at you, my eyes are full of vicissitudes and helplessness, and the two hearts are intertwined like this.

Two lines of tears, just like that, silently, slipped down.

The two people, just like that, silently, looked at each other.

After a long time, Zhao Ling'er stopped crying, wiped the blood stains from the corners of her mouth, and said, "Houqing, what should we do? The government will definitely say that we did it?"

Cui Houqing nodded, wiped his tears, and said, "We might as well bury them, and then burn the entire village, and destroy the corpses, what do you say?" In the end, his voice became louder and clearer, as if he wanted to give Zhao Ling'er strength and comfort.

There were only a few dozen people in this village, and they spent half a day digging a big pit, burying them in the pit, and then burning the village.

Zhao Ling'er looked at the south of the village with both eyes, and a mountain shadow became eclipsed in tears.

"Haoran, I want to go and kowtow to them three times and give them a ride, are you optimistic?" Zhao Ling'er held back her crying and said in a trembling voice.

Lin Haoran turned his head to look at it, his eyes were anxious, and he said, "Okay, but you have already vomited blood, shall we go another day?"

Zhao Ling'er waved her hand and said firmly: "No, just now!"

Cui Houqing saw that he was so stoic, and he no longer persuaded him.

The two came out. Zhao Ling'er inadvertently asked: "By the way, when I left, you were sick, and you said that you had to drink blood to be cured, how are you now?"

Cui Houqing heard the blood, his body shook, he tried his best to look normal, fortunately Zhao Ling'er didn't see it, but at this moment he was almost on the verge of collapse.

Cui Houqing looked at Zhao Ling'er's exposed pink neck, and said in a trembling voice: "Ao, I said don't be angry, I sucked a person's blood." ”

Zhao Ling'er, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, she turned around suddenly, her eyes were tearful and her face was cold, and she asked: "It turns out that you are the murderer! No wonder I saw you acting sneaky." I told you not to do bad things, not to drink blood, to be a good and upright person, are you worthy of me?"

After saying that, Zhao Linger squatted on the ground and cried.

At this moment, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and struck straight into the ground.

On the horizon, there was another thunderclap! Suddenly, the wind gradually stopped, and the rain fell!

After crying for a while, Zhao Linger turned around and ran towards the way she came, and said before leaving: "Don't follow me!"

Cui Houqing stood in front of the cemetery, not knowing what to do. He had a menacing illness this time, and although he relied on his perseverance to survive, he couldn't control it anymore, so he fainted and fell to the ground.

The rain poured down on his body, wetting his clothes, and the icy coldness ran down his limbs and bones. While he still had the last shred of sobriety, he really wanted to die like this, forgetting all his troubles and sorrows, and forgetting that he would never die.