Wang Ming has changed from lying on his stomach to kneeling, he knelt beside his mother's corpse, his red and swollen eyes that were crying could no longer shed any tears, but Wang Ming, who couldn't stop choking, was obviously still crying.

This situation shows that Wang Ming's tears have dried up, without the moisturization of tears, his eyes have been seriously dry, and it is easy to blind his eyes if he cries again. Zhao Hong, who had regained a trace of his senses, hurriedly walked to the kneeling Wang Ming's side.

"Little brother, let's mourn and change." Zhao Hong tried to control his emotions and make his voice try to be stable and not tremble. His outstretched right hand tried to caress Wang Ming's shoulder, but the hand stayed in mid-air, looking a little hesitant. But in the end, it gently landed on Wang Ming's shoulder, followed by Zhao Hong's soft voice.

"You can't be resurrected from the dead. If we all die of weeping and weeping excessively, then who will avenge these unjust souls? ”

"The Xianbei beast killed by a thousand knives, I XX your ancestors are eighteen generations!" Wang Ming, who was crying silently, raised his head suddenly, looked up at the sky, and shouted between heaven and earth, this heart-rending scream went straight to people's hearts and lungs, as if an angry male lion was roaring. Zhao Hong saw Wang Ming's face clearly, and his eyes were red and swollen as high as two small steamed buns, and they were covered with countless bloodshots.

The angry Wang Ming knelt on the ground like this, looking up at the sky. The midday sky was still clear, and the bright sunlight was shining brightly. The sky without air pollution is so clear, as if it is like a blue spring, and a few white clouds are distributed in the clear blue sky, which is so beautiful, like a little fish swimming in the stream. Wang Ming remained in this position for a long time, until he fell headlong on his mother's corpse and fainted from excessive grief.

Let the little brother rest here for a while, it's better for him than crying all the time.

With this in mind, Zhao Hong gently walked out of the dilapidated courtyard of Wang Ming's house, and looked back to see that the house where he had stayed in Wang Laohan's house had been completely burned down by the Xianbei people and collapsed into ruins, remembering the years he had been here. Everything in front of you is so real, yet it feels like you're in a dream...... It may be that you can't accept this reality! Zhao Hong thought silently in his heart.

If the real world is like the world of quantum mechanics, and the result is related to the observer's perspective, then the ruined Baoji Village can be revitalized from a different angle, and the slaughtered villagers can be resurrected immediately. It's a pity that the macrocosm is the macrocosm, and the microcosm is the quantum microcosm.

"How is Qin Mi doing now?" Zhao Hong once again asked himself in his heart, this is the answer to the question he is most concerned about.

Zhao Hong began to walk along the streets of Baoji Village towards the Qin family compound, and at this time, the strong men of Baoji Village who were originally serving labor had already run back to their homes, so Zhao Hong did not have a single person from Baoji Village around him, only seven or eight newly accepted displaced people. These seven or eight discerning homeless people followed behind Zhao Hong to see if they could help the leader of the team.

The miserable cry of crying father and mother couldn't stop coming from all directions of Baoji Village, Zhao Hong shuddered a little, and the voice Zhao Hong could clearly distinguish, there were Li Yong's, Cao Peng's, and Liu Song's. This shows that no survivors have been found so far, and it seems that the situation of the Qin family is not optimistic. Most of the corpses were near the door of the house, which shows that Baoji Village should have been attacked by cavalry, which is completely different from the last defensive operation.

Zhao Hong, who was thinking about it, suddenly seemed to have tripped over something under his feet, and almost stumbled. When I looked down, there was a threshold under my feet. He looked up and glanced around, and finally remembered that this was the Qin family's compound. The gate of the Qin family was completely gone, no wonder Zhao Hong didn't recognize it just now, who was a little distracted.

There are also many gaps in the high walls. In the past, the most magnificent Qin family compound in Baoji Village has now been completely unrecognizable, and only ruins remain. This scene reminded Zhao Hong of the ruins of the Old Summer Palace that he had seen in Beijing in his previous life, and only the iconic Roman columns remained.

Today's Qin family ruins are also like the ruins of the Old Summer Palace. Zhao Hong raised his leg from the threshold of losing the gate and entered, this Qin family compound that he had been to many times.

I saw the ruined walls of the courtyard, the collapsed houses, and the corpses stacked on top of each other. Seeing Zhao Hong's demeanor, the homeless people who took him in also followed him, tiptoeing gently into the Qin family's compound.

Zhao Hong quietly walked around the Qin family's compound roughly, for fear of disturbing the peace of the deceased, but he saw that there were no survivors in his sight, and his eyes suddenly became slightly moist.

"Qin Mi, Qin Mi." Zhao Hong's lips squirmed slightly, chewing these two words repeatedly, he stood in the middle of the Qin family's courtyard for a long time, two crystal tears slowly crawled down the lines at the corners of his eyes, and flowed down his cheeks on both sides.

The newcomers looked at Zhao Hong, who was a little nervous, they looked at each other, not knowing what to do, for fear of disturbing Zhao Hong and being scolded, so they all stood aside and watched.

Zhao Hong was like a statue, he didn't react at all, just muttered to himself, and kept repeating "Qin Mi, Qin Mi." He slowly raised his right arm, and his five fingers gradually stretched forward, as if he wanted to touch something, and quietly touched the empty air. Zhao Hong's palm gradually flipped over, slowly slid down the empty air, and finally hung down weakly.

"Poof", two bags of things wrapped in light brown straw paper fell out of Zhao Hong's left sleeve. At the same time, the headdress that the girl has always wore, which is a delicate step. A string of tassels hung down at the front end of the step, and he leaned weakly on the ground at this time. And there is a delicate peony flower carved on the wood, and the petals are stacked layer by layer, as if they are in full bloom. There is even this butterfly carved in the peony flower, this butterfly stretches its wings, as if it is about to spread its wings and fly high. Although the butterfly is vividly carved, it seems that the wings seem to be a little heavy, lifeless, and a little dull.

"Qin Mi, Qin Mi." Zhao Hong, who was standing quietly with tears in his eyes, didn't know how many times he muttered to himself. Needless to know how long this had passed, a newcomer had some audacity to ask, "My lord, do you have any orders?" ”

Zhao Hong, who was in a trance, did not answer his question. Suddenly, Zhao Hong suddenly grabbed the right side of the homeless man's clothes, and the huge force suddenly made the newly accepted homeless person a little breathless.

"Say! Why let Baoji Village suffer such a catastrophe! Why slaughter women, children, old and young! Why? Zhao Hong's eyes glared angrily at the newly accepted homeless person, his eyes seemed to be able to breathe fire, and his whole expression seemed to swallow this homeless person alive.

"I~~I'm not ~~ Xianbei." The words of the homeless people, who were a little difficult to breathe, became difficult. "I~~ am also ~~ victim~." Seeing this, several other homeless people hurriedly hugged Zhao Hong, pulled Zhao Hong's arm hard, and finally rescued the homeless person from Zhao Hong's hands.

The homeless man was pulled aside by the others, and his already suffocated red face began to ease a little, and he began to cough incessantly. In the silent courtyard, only the sound of "cough cough" remained......

Zhao Hong finally came to his senses from the huge stimulation. He walked around the Qin family's compound, which covers a large area, from the front yard to the back yard, from the room to the bedroom.

"Get all the lying corpses in the yard to the front." Zhao Hong gave his own orders to the newly accepted exiles.

When the homeless people heard Zhao Hong's order, how dare they disobey. They pinched their noses, endured the stench of rotting flesh and the heavy blood, and began to carry the corpses in the yard. The miserable condition of many mutilated corpses made these homeless people vomit uncontrollably, but they supported and barely completed Zhao Hong's task, in addition, each homeless person was also a little sad, the tragic situation of Baoji Village reminded them of the tragic death of their relatives at home, and the homeless people who touched the scene were often in tears while dragging the corpses.

"Heaven does not obey people's wishes!" Zhao Hong looked up to the sky and sighed.

Pavilion Chief Qin's body has been found, and the corpse is still holding a long sword in his hand, and the bloodstains on the long sword have become a little black, and there are many gaps on it. The corpse was smashed to pieces above the forehead with some kind of blunt object.

Judging from the combat experience of the Xianbei people in Shiyi, Zhao Hong estimated that he was smashed with a mace. Pavilion Chief Qin's corpse was only wearing silk underwear, but there were no injuries on his body, and Zhao Hong estimated that Pavilion Chief Qin should be wearing two crotch armor at that time. Like the precious two-crotch armor, the Xianbei people will definitely not stay, and will naturally be taken away as trophies. The Xianbei people didn't even want the long iron sword, which shows that the Xianbei people who traveled from a long distance have gained a lot from looting, and they can't look down on the gaped iron sword.

Judging from the clothing, many of the remaining corpses were the Qin family's family members, and the fat and thin family members who attacked Zhao Hong last time were also dead, one head rolled down half a meter away, and the other was cut in the stomach by a sharp blade, and the intestines flowed out.

Qin Lei also died, and Zhao Hong walked to Qin Lei's body. Qin Leiyuan's eyes were open, his face was covered with blood, the corners of his mouth, eyes, and ears were all black blood stains, and he was no longer the chic son of his son. His chest was pierced by a sharp blade, and the maggots crawled densely all over the blackened wounds, making people vomit when they saw it. Although the two had some personal grudges, when Zhao Hong saw Qin Lei's tragic situation, he still sighed often, did not leave any words, stood up and left.

The male corpses in the Qin family's compound were mostly distributed near the courtyard wall in the front yard, while the female corpses were concentrated in the backyard. This shows that after the Xianbei people broke through the Baoji village, the men of the Qin family relied on the courtyard wall and put up a dying resistance in despair. But in the end, they all died in battle.

Yun'er's body had been found, and Zhao Hong walked to Yun'er's body. The corpse's throat had been slit, and the black-green lymph inside had spilled out of the wound, and the lymphatic tissue was crawling with white maggots.

But after rummaging through the entire courtyard, I didn't see Qin Mi's body. Where is Qin Mi now? Zhao Hong interrogated this question again in his heart. Did she get away with it? Or was it plundered by the Xianbei people?

Although being taken away by the Xianbei people will definitely be humiliated, it is better than losing your life in vain. Zhao Hong couldn't help but comfort himself like this, after all, this left a chance for the two to meet in the future, but Zhao Hong still hoped that Qin Mi would be able to escape.

Thinking of this, Zhao Hong, who had always been highly stimulated, let out a long breath, and hope was rekindled in his heart, his expression became relaxed, and he still had a long-lost smile on his face.

Zhao Hong, who was in a good mood, suddenly felt a little thirsty, so he turned his body and looked at a homeless person standing beside him, and then Zhao Hong pointed to an overturned wooden barrel in the courtyard, and then pointed to a quaint well on the left.

"You go to that well and get buckets of water."

The homeless man slowly walked to the well with a wooden barrel. Zhao Hong turned around and was about to go around the Qin family's compound again to see if he could find the clues left by Qin Mi, when he suddenly heard a loud shout from behind, "There are people in the well!" ”