I don't know how long he followed the three of them, but he felt that the more he walked to the back, the more open the road became, and he saw that there were fewer and fewer branches and weeds, and the road began to become paved with small stones, but there were still weeds growing in the gaps of these small stones. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The bright moon that is not round gradually rises to the sky, a transparent gray cloud, faintly covering the moonlight, on the branches of wild grass at night, as if a light smoke is caged, and the strands are detached, like falling into a dream.

After the clouds drift by with the moonlight in the middle of the night, the smoke on the weeds dissipates, and the clear light like water washes the soft night.

The nearby mountain forest is different from the distance, it appears clear and clear, the outline is distinct, the front and back and left and right are densely growing trees of different sizes, different varieties, some of the leaves have fallen off, leaving the sparse and bare branches resolutely stretched, and the hard trunks stand proudly; Some of the trees still have a few decaying yellow leaves, and when the night wind blows, the leaves are like a cluster of fluttering yellow butterflies, and after a few flutters, they fall silently on the weeds on the ground.

After going further ahead, the trees here were much lower, and the further he went, the less shelter he had, so the distance between him and them was stretched farther and farther, and he was afraid of being found when he was close, and he was afraid of losing them when he was far away, but fortunately there was only this one road here, and the more he got to the back, the clearer the road became, even if it was a little farther away, he could still find the direction in which they left.

The trees and weeds on both sides are lower, and there are some outlines of the countryside on both sides of the trees, which are just the outlines of a field, and those fields have weeds that are taller than people, and there are some trees in them, which are trees that can blossom and bear fruit, but those fruits cannot be eaten.

Obviously, this was once a village's farmland, but it had been abandoned for many years, and it was quiet in the moonlight.

Because the trees are still taller than Xiege, he doesn't know anything about the situation on both sides, and Boss Liu knows all this, and he is very clear about the flowers, trees and buildings here, because his hometown is here, to be exact, he grew up here.

When he was young, there was a sudden plague here, and then all the people in the village died overnight, although there were not many people in the village, only four or five families, everyone lived here in seclusion, very harmonious, that night, he was naughty and went the wrong way, and the next day dawn he found his way home.

The plague came too suddenly, too violently, he didn't know where the plague came from, and when he hurried home, he only saw the old folks who died in the courtyard, their bodies festering and bleeding pus, too much pus, and after the villagers died, all the clothes they wore on them were covered with dried pus, and then the clothes and the man's body became one, and could no longer be separated.

When he saw this scene, he was about to cry, but before he could open his mouth to cry, the violent smell of decomposing corpses was absorbed from his nose, and then from his nose began to stimulate his every nerve, the smell was worse than the smell of any kind of corpse, and the smell of corpses was not this smell, such a smell made him gag, and he hurriedly covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves before he could cry.

The smell filled his nerves, and the corpses of the villagers he knew lay on the ground, and the familiar things, such as buckets, dustpans, and children's toys, and the sieves and windmills that had been stripped of the chaff, all lying on the ground, none of them intact.

Obviously, this place was destroyed, it was as if it had been ransacked by thieves, it was not looted by thieves, these things were ripped and torn by the bare hands of these villagers infected with the plague, he didn't know any of these things, only that these people died.

Died in front of him like this, at that moment, he was desperate, the whole village was silent, like the silence of a grave, at this time in the past, as soon as the morning dawned, there were these people led by this boss Liu wandering around, at that time he was the eldest child in this village, at that time, his father was the teacher of this village, at that time, his mother died of illness when he was very young.

Seeing this scene, he suddenly saw hell, as long as hell would have such a terrifying scene, those dead villagers were still crawling with maggots of all sizes, and flying flies, those animals he knew and didn't know, he had seen and had not seen them all came out to eat the corpses of those dead villagers, as if this was a feast of food for these animals.

This scene made his feet weak, and at the same time made him unforgettable, at that moment, he felt that he was dead, yes, he was dead at that time, and now although he is alive, he is no different from a corpse, because this inexplicable plague has made him and his villagers say goodbye forever, which is not the most torturous, and when he remembers, he runs madly to the courtyard of his house.

When he came to his house, his house was a small courtyard, much poorer than the others, because his father, as a teacher, did not take a penny of silver from these neighbors, and besides, the village was isolated from the rest of the world, and naturally there was no silver tael for them.

Because his father devoted himself to teaching, he wasted his work in the fields, which is why his family was so poor.

The courtyard of his house was the same as the other courtyards he had seen before, his heart was broken, but in his courtyard he did not see the figure of his father and his sister, no, to be exact, the corpse, he did not see it, there was still a little luck in his heart, he covered his mouth and walked into the courtyard of his house.

My father lay quietly in the courtyard, dripping with the same pus as the other villagers, but his body was cleaner than the other villagers, because his father had taken some remedies after discovering the plague, but these measures only delayed the plague, but did not save his life.

At the end of his life, he used his last strength to climb to the study, and then tremblingly wrote down four words, and finally feared that his son would come back into the study and be infected with the plague, so he crawled out of the study, with these four words, behind him was the pus paved road on his body, and he finally died in his courtyard.

Seeing his father die like everyone else, his tears fluttered and fell, and he bent down to see the four words written by his father, covered with pus, faintly recognizable.

"Burn the village, stay away."

These were his father's last words, and he had no choice but to do so, and he searched around the yard and house but could not find his sister, so he had no choice but to set fire to the entire village and leave the country.

He was only seventeen years old that year, and he had come back many years ago, and he had only one purpose in returning, which was to find his sister, who he had not found the body of, and he had a hunch that she was still alive, because her sister was much smarter than him.

Now, many years later, he stood outside the entrance to the mountain village and recalled this painful memory, wanting to cry, but found that he had long since lost his tears.

If he knew that he would bring out the plague again when he came back this time, he probably wouldn't come back after he died, but fortunately, he knew the name of the plague before he died.

This is not a plague, but the nine evils that have been artificially cultivated, and that person practices this scourge in order to change the heavens and the earth..... (To be continued.) )