When they saw the people in Baoji Village, they didn't answer them, but just put up the door panel to keep on guard, and these homeless people hurriedly continued.

"We can all work hard, and we can also go up the knife mountain and go down to the sea of fire! Just take care of the food! ”

It seems that these are all strong, fast-running, and slow-thinking people who have been eliminated by the Xianbei people, not to mention women, children, old and young. It's really unsafe right now. Young and middle-aged labor is indeed very valuable, and one more person has more strength. With this in mind, Zhao Hong decided to accept them.

"Then you guys go after the convoy." For these homeless people of unknown origin, it is still necessary to investigate the practicality, in case these homeless people are fraudulent and greedy for money, it is not a joke.

By the time the third day could see the small hill to the north of Baoji Village from a distance, Zhao Hong had already accepted three waves of displaced people, and the original team of ten people had more than doubled, and a dozen more people could be formed into a team, so that Zhao Hong would also be promoted from Shi Chang to Dubo.

It's been almost half a month since I left, and everyone in Baoji Village is homesick.

The hills are densely planted with pines and cypresses, and the whole mountain bag obscures everyone's view, so that everyone cannot see the scene behind the hills. Zhao Hong had never felt so eager to see Baoji Village, the place that had given him the feeling of home for the first time since the crossing, and the distance of hundreds of steps had never felt so far away, as if the ox cart was slowly squirming on the ground.

"The hill covers my eyes, and I can't hope to return home!" Zhao Hong, who was a little melancholy, sat on the ox cart and sighed, Zhao Hong, who was not very good at writing poetry, had no choice but to copy Chu Ci, if the patriotic poet Qu Yuan knew that this kind of oil-pumping study without any rhythm was also called Chu Ci, it is estimated that he would be so angry that he would jump Mu Luojiang again. However, the Baoji Zhai Zhuangding who was serving in labor was not interested in this at all, this time no one answered Shi Chang's speech, let alone patted Shi Chang's ass, everyone just silently drove the ox cart, just like just now.

was about to turn the hillock, but Zhao Hong had some gains and losses, which reminded Zhao Hong of the time when the results of the entrance examination were released. At that time, Zhao Hong also had such a mentality, he sat in front of the computer, facing the score query system, and after entering his information, he did not dare to press the enter key for a long time. Now Zhao Hong, who is across the hills, is also in this mentality, he is afraid that Baoji Village has been sacked by the Xianbei people, but he can't face this fact, and at the same time, he still has hope that Baoji Village will escape the catastrophe, and he also has a fluke in his heart. This state of fear and hope made Zhao Hong deeply tormented, how good it would be if it could continue forever, never know the outcome of the matter.

But the fact is the fact, in the real macrocosm there is rarely the question of Schrödinger cats in quantum mechanics, in the microcosm Schrödinger cats are alive or dead, the answer is that as long as you don't know, cats are an intermediate state of immortality and life, and the death and life of cats are related to your observation angle.

Zhao Hong, who felt that he had become a Schrödinger cat, finally turned this small hill and reappeared in front of everyone in Baoji Village, where he lived day and night.

For the first time, Zhao Dingge felt that the familiar Baoji Village had become very unfamiliar. Quietly, the gate of the village was gone, and there was no farmer who went out to farm. When the convoy of ox carts walked into the gate of the village not far away, the whole Baoji village was quiet and terrible, like a ghost.

The sound of his own footsteps and the sound of the wheels of the ox cart can be heard clearly. Under the leadership of Zhao Hong, the strong men who served in labor parked the ox cart outside the gate of the village.

At this time, suddenly from behind the wall came a "quack" sound, Zhao Hong heard the sound and looked up, from the Baoji village rose from the sky a boiling black cloud, this large group of crows gradually rose, as if a folded black cloth is struggling to shake their body, with the shaking of the body, the black cloth is getting bigger and bigger into a black net. This big black net grew bigger and bigger, and it actually obscured the rising sun from the east, leaving only an endless darkness. Suddenly, the entire Baoji Village was completely enveloped by an ominous atmosphere.

Crows have been regarded as unlucky creatures since ancient times, and even in the West, the legendary god of death is a black-robed man, and it is often portrayed as a crow. The legend is not unfounded, as the crow often feeds on scavenging meat, and its role in nature is similar to that of the vultures of the African savannah. The appearance of vultures in the African savannah often means that there are decaying bodies. And in other parts of the world, where there are crows, it often means that there are a large number of corpses.

When Zhao Hong entered the gate of Baoji Village, a heavy bloody breath came to his face, Zhao Hong only felt that his heart tightened suddenly, and the last hope of luck was also shattered, and the black hole cave gate was only ten meters long, but it seemed that Zhao Hong could no longer go out, boundless and endless.

I don't know how long it took, Zhao Hong finally got out of the door of Baoji Village, although he was already prepared in his heart, but the scene in front of him still stunned Zhao Hong: a lot of houses were burned, and charcoal on the scorched ground was struggling to support the body of the dilapidated house, as if the ruins and broken walls would fall down at any time when the wind blew them. There were mutilated corpses lying on the street, and Zhao Hong took a closer look, and the posture of these corpses was either crawling or lying. Some of the corpses struggled with an arm stretched out, as if trying to grasp the hope of life: some were leaning against the wall of the house, as if trying to get started. There was also a corpse with its head separated, and its head rolled down not far away, staring at it angrily, as if it was extremely unwilling. Around the corpse, streaks of black, dark red hues stood out under the yellow background, which were traces of dried blood flowing from the corpse's wounds.

Seeing this miserable scene, the neighbors who had greeted them more than ten days ago turned into mutilated corpses. Rao has seen a lot of bloody scenes along the way, but with this huge psychological blow, most people still vomit "wow". Then they crouched down, and the sour stomach acid made them keep rubbing their necks with their mouths open, as if this would relieve the pain.

Although the weather is not very hot anymore, the thick blood mixed with the smell of corpses still makes people breathless. Zhao Hong only felt that this smell went straight to people's hearts and lungs, as if it was about to choke his throat, almost suffocating him. I also felt that my heart was completely blocked, and the blood in my whole body was almost stagnant.

The homeless people who were taken in were also touched by painful memories of this similar scene. They also kept closing their eyes and shaking their heads, rubbing their eyes with calloused hands, as if this would bring the tears from the corners of their eyes back into their eyes, even if their eyes were red and swollen from the calluses on their hands.

The sad man squatted on the ground for a while and didn't get up, and Zhao Hong barely stood with his hands on a broken wall, and he didn't know how long it took.

"Daddy," Wang Ming's voice came from not far away. Wang Laohan's home is in the west of Baoji Village, not far from here. Hearing this, Zhao Hong jumped over the corpse on the ground, and ran to Wang Laohan's house in three steps and two steps, the courtyard where he had lived for a long time. The gate of the courtyard has been smashed, and the upper door panel is diagonally propped up next to the walkway. Wang Ming lay on a headless corpse in pain, the corpse lay on the ground, limbs stretched out, white tibia and dark green lymph could be seen in the cross-section of the neck, and the back of the corpse was slightly rickety due to long-term labor. Judging by the clothing, it should be a man. The head had already rolled down two meters away. There was also a blood stain of several meters on the ground.

Since he could only see the back of his head, Zhao Hong walked a few steps and reached the front of the head, although it was slightly deformed, and his face was covered with blood, but Zhao Hong could still see the face of the person's head, his hollow eyes were a little unwilling, his mouth was wide open, as if he was shouting hard, and his face was estimated to be a little rotten due to the inside, as if he would be removed if he grabbed it, and the seven orifices of the human head were flowing out of yellow pus. It was Wang Laohan that Zhao Hong met for the first time.

"Qin Mi! How is Qin Mi now? Zhao Hong, who had come to his senses, only had this one thought in his mind.

I heard a heart-rending scream "Niang" from Wang Laohan's house, and Zhao Hongqiang, who was already a little dizzy, stood up, and Zhao Hong only noticed at this time that there was a corpse outside the door of the house, which belonged to an elderly woman. I saw that her stomach had been opened a one-foot-long opening by a sharp blade from top to bottom, and the internal organs, stomach, liver, gallbladder, and colorful organs could be clearly seen, and the intestines and other internal organs flowed out from the gap in the stomach, which was more than half a meter long. The yellow oil stored in the diaphragm of the corpse's abdomen also flowed out, staining the door frame with a yellow oil stain, which was the corpse of Wang Laohan's mother-in-law.

Wang Ming wailed. Although Wang Laohan has many shortcomings of the small peasant class, their family is generally good to Zhao Hong. As soon as Zhao Hong turned his head, he saw Wang Laohan's head again, still with a big mouth and empty eyes, as if telling the injustice of the sky, and saw this miserable scene again. Zhao Hong was also sad to cover his face with his hands, rubbing his eyes with his right hand, and his fingers gradually stretched out into palms, covering Zhao Hong's entire face. After a while, Zhao Hong's index finger and thumb were extremely open, gently massaging his temples, which made Zhao Hong feel better in his heart.

I don't know how long it took, Zhao Hong, who was covered by his palms, didn't see anything crying, until he couldn't hear Wang Ming's cry, and could only hear choked sobs. This atmosphere also seriously infected Zhao Honggang, Zhao Hong slowly put down his right hand that was pressing his temple, and everything was so bright in the noon sun that Zhao Hong couldn't open his eyes. It took a long time for the narrowed pupils to gradually dilate, and the scene in front of me gradually became clearer.