My mind was a mess, and my mind was almost in a trance.

There was a voice in the ears of the straight-eyed eldest grandson Hong who kept shouting: "Go and save your father!" He's dying, hurry up, slow down and it'll be too late! ”

The voice was desolate, as if someone was shouting at his side.

He ran with a run, and he was not ten steps away from the door of the post office, and with a "plop", he was tripped over by the uneven loess path.

This fall was very heavy, Changsun Hong's jaw hit the ground, wiped off a large piece of skin, his teeth almost bit off his tongue, and blood flowed from his mouth. The hand knife was also thrown far away, lying on the ground a few steps away, and the blade of the blade reflected the moonlight in the sky on the ground, shining like a jade belt.

However, the wrestling also brought him to his senses, and the chaos in his mind suddenly became clear, his manic emotions were thrown out, and his straight eyes returned to normal.

By the way, I'm here to save people, not to die.

Rushing over so single-handedly and encountering the enemy head-on, wouldn't he send him to beg for death?

He got up, picked up the knife, and pinched the hilt of the sackcloth in his palm, which made his frenzied heart more stable.

Be careful in the past, don't let people find out, the second uncle is behind, if someone finds out his whereabouts and chases him, it will be a bad thing.

You can't light torches, you can't light them, you have to go through the dark.

The sharp pain in his tongue stimulated his senses, and he squinted, and everything around him became clear, the moon in the sky was in the middle of the sky, and the light sprinkled on the mountains and the path was rugged, winding through the dense layers of trees on both sides.

After thinking about it for a while, Changsun Hong carried a knife and ran into the grass beside the road, and disappeared.

The grass opened and compounded, disguising his footprints.

If it hadn't been for this incident, the night would have been peaceful tonight.

There are no villages in the wilderness, there are no villages in this area of the mountains, nothing can be grown on the barren land, and the harvest of a few acres of thin fields barely cut out from the mountains and rocks is too little to support a few people, and naturally no one will settle down and live permanently.

Under the primitive natural appearance, it is the world of beasts and insects, and the mountain wind blows from here and back, like a naughty child, galloping freely. Under the leaves, owls carry hapless voles in the dark, snakes swim in search of food to feed their stomachs, and bats fly in the wind like gods in the night sky.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest.

On the bank of the river across the river from Fushun Prison, the dead bodies lay on the ground.

A small boat was stranded in the mud by the river, and the other end was swinging wildly in the river, trying to float away with the current, but it was firmly stuck in the mud and could not get out.

Blood, from the shore, flowed all the way into the river.

The bodies had no heads, and they were all cut off.

The head bearer also departed, and took away the basket full of salt that belonged to the dead.

Some of the torches discarded by the salters were stuck on the ground, not burned out, glowing with residual light, and the shadows withered, setting off a killing scene like a Shura field, which made it even more weird.

The disgusting smell of blood drifted far away.

After dawn, the corpse will be cleaned up by Ding Zhuang from Fushun Prison City, and the salt Ding will fight a battle, and there will be casualties, so naturally they have no intention of cleaning the battlefield, and the dead will not run away for one night. Cutting off the head is to prevent someone from sneaking the body back for burial, and if you have a head, you can receive a reward, and it doesn't matter if the body is lost.

Not long ago, the riverside, where the sounds of killing, screaming and begging for mercy were mixed together, was as silent as ever, and there was nothing left for the souls of the wronged.

A startled crow flew over, stood on the treetops, watched for a while, and then became bold, and landed beside the dead man, looked left and right, and began to peck at the dead man in the pool of blood with the edge of his beak.

A stone flew out of the rickety reeds and struck the sand beside the crow, startling it and flapping its wings into the sky.

After waiting for a while, the reeds that flew out of the stones parted and a figure stepped out.

The eldest grandson Hong's face was pale, and he bent over and ran out like a ghost, moving quickly, kicking over a few remaining torches, extinguishing the flames, leaving only one.

He held the torch in his hand, and looked at the corpses one by one, without heads, which did not hinder identification.

Several corpses looked over, and he stopped, and the torch slipped from his palm and fell to the ground, splashing a few sparks.

"Puff" and "Dangchang"

The sound of kneeling on the ground, the sound of a knife falling to the ground.

A silent choking came from his throat, like the roar of a wild beast, oppressive and desolate.

He knelt beside a burly corpse, bowing his head and weeping.

During the Chinese New Year, he brought back the cyan cloth he gave to his family, lined with excellent cotton, and the new clothes sewn by Zhang's stitches and threads, worn on the corpse, which looked very fitting, probably cherished by the person who wore it, and also put a layer of linen clothes on the outside.

This is the eldest grandson Hao, the bearded Baozheng, the bold and incomparably bold Beidi fugitive, the kind and kind Lijiacun Baozheng, died here.

On his body, in addition to the huge cut in his neck that was bigger than the sea bowl, there were countless knife wounds, a short-handled Pu knife that was broken by a third was held in his right hand, and his wrist was almost cut off, but the broken knife still did not leave his hand.

Around the corpse, there was the most bloodstains, and the ground was the most messy, so it was conceivable that the trapped beast Changsun Hao must have dragged most of the salt before giving his younger brother Changsun Jin a chance to escape.

So he died the worst.

Eldest Sun Hong knelt on the ground, and he could almost reconstruct the scene of his dying life in his mind, and the roar of thunder would surely burst people's eardrums.

Yan Ding didn't go far, looking at the river from here, the lights of several official ships were faintly visible, and even downwind he could faintly hear someone talking loudly, which aroused a burst of laughter.

Changsun Hong didn't dare to cry out loud, he suppressed it desperately, and his hand clenched into a fist was almost bleeding from his fingernails.

He stood up, dragged the body as hard as he could, and moved it behind the side hill.

This process was very laborious, Changsun Hao's body was already tall and heavy, and he couldn't move too much to attract Yan Ding back, and it took a lot of effort for Changsun Hong to drag the body to the woods a hundred steps away.

There is a dirt slope across this side from the place of fighting, and as long as the traces of drag are covered, no one will notice it.

He began to dig the pit, first with a hand knife, digging and digging, simply with his hands, crying and gouging, tears and dirt mixed together, and people mixed with the dirt.

The pit was dug and the father's body was put in it, just enough.

The eldest grandson wiped his tears, backfilled the soil, and did not raise the mound.

Then he got up and returned to the river, where he found Wang Jian's father among the corpses, and he had his head cut off, but this old man was dressed very differently from the people in Lijia Village, and when the weather was not warm in early spring, he was only wearing a thin linen coat, barefoot, which was very easy to identify.

Like a gourd, he dug the old man's body and buried it, turned it back, and by the moonlight, carefully cleaned up the trail along the road with branches, leaving no traces.

Then I used some dry grass and branches to pile up on the two graves that were not sealed mounds, and at first glance, I couldn't imagine that two people were buried here.

Changsun Hong looked at the surrounding scenery seriously, wrote down the markers, knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, got up and looked in the direction of Fushun Prison City, and got up to leave.

In the night, his eyes were gone.

(End of chapter)