The sun came out, the little pot was so clear for the first time in his life, so complete to see how the early summer sun rose into the sky little by little, the magnificent scenery was dazzling, the sun revealed the clouds little by little, and the golden light was on him, and the air seemed to warm up in an instant, however, the little pot's heart was still cold, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his blood was coagulated. The hands and feet did not move for a long time, and there was some numbness. I remember my grandmother said that when people die, they will go to a place called the underworld, and good people will be treated well, and then reincarnate as people, and bad people will be put into the oil pot and go to the knife mountain. Xiao Guozi even thought, the whole family is dead, what are you doing while you are still alive? Now, as soon as he let go from the top of the tree, he might be able to see them, but he didn't.

The sun rose higher and higher, and the little pot confirmed that there was no one in black in the village, so he slowly climbed down from the tree, his home had been burned to a pile of rubble, and he could not see a single relative, he wanted to move the bricks and beams that were covered, but his strength was too small, those heavy things did not move, and his hands, feet, and face were all covered with black soot.

As he walked through the village, everywhere he saw were dead bodies, some of their bodies and heads were separated on both sides, and some of them were disemboweled, and their faces were hideous and terrifying.

The village was silent, there was not a sound, there was blood everywhere, smoke was everywhere, and some houses continued to burn with all sorts of strange noises.

"Mother......, sister......, I'm afraid, what should I do? What am I going to do? Xiao Guozi's eyes were confused, and he circled around the village, "You guys come out alone, I'm so scared, so scared." ”

When he was tired of walking, he sat down on the side of the road, and when he saw the dead bodies with big eyes and open mouths, and their faces were all deformed, like evil ghosts, he quickly got up again and walked quickly to the side. There are so many dead bodies that it seems that there is no clean place anywhere.

The little pot was tired and thirsty, and ran to the river, wanting to take a sip of water, but there were two unrecognizable people lying next to the stone under the bridge, they must have fallen from the bridge after being killed, and their heads fell on the stone, and the red and white splashed so far that the little pot was nauseous, and he vomited uncontrollably, and spit out all the tears and snot coming out.

The village is a hell on earth, and the little pot just wants to escape. So, he walked out along the field path without a purpose, he didn't dare to go southeast, because that was the direction in which the man in black went, he instinctively chose to go west, as for where the destination was, he didn't know, he just wanted to leave far away.

I'm so hungry, but my home is gone, no one stands at the entrance of the village and shouts to go home for dinner, no one orders me to wash my face and feet every day, and the things I have always hated before now think about it and feel so precious, such as my mother's reprimand and my husband's ruler. Touching the pocket, there were a few pieces of candy in it, which were given by the fat man, and the small pot threw the sugar on the ground fiercely, stomped on it with his feet, and cursed the dead fat man in the local dialect in his mouth, it was because of these few pieces of candy that he lost his home, lost his relatives, and so many people died. Xiao Guozi doesn't understand why a kind and laughing person has such a cold and murderous heart.

I can't trust anyone, everyone can be a wolf with an open mouth ready to eat people, but I can't tell it by myself, the little pot seems to understand something in an instant, and has a completely different view of the world.

I don't know how far I've got, and I don't know where I've gone. On the way, he picked some mulberries to eat, and a few lotus pods from the river, and even he was lucky enough to pick up a few eggs laid by pheasants, and he didn't know how to make a fire, so he had to eat them raw.

The stomach is still hungry, but it can be tolerated, the rice in the field has not yet tasseled, can only be seen but not eaten, the small pot strangles his trousers, and continues to walk forward......

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More than ten days later, Xianyan Town.

At the door of the tavern, there was a child squatting, as thin as a monkey, with unkempt hair that hid most of his face, and his clothes were torn and tattered, and hung dirtily on his body, saying that he was a beggar, but there was not even a broken bowl in front of him, saying that he was not a beggar, and it was so pitiful.

Taibaiju is the largest tavern in the local town, this is about more than half of the time, there are not many people in the tavern, the boss is usually sitting at the counter and making calculations on the money book, the guy in the store is bored standing at the counter to look at the lines in the palm, after reading the left and looking at the right, as if there is a flower in the palm. There were four people sitting in the window of the tavern, with a few snacks and two jugs of wine on the table. The two people facing the window and the door were dressed in long robes, and they seemed to be two scholars, among which the one sitting opposite the door was shaking a paper fan, quite a scribe's style, and his left hand was a thin scholar about forty years old, and opposite him sat a big man, with his back to the door, his chest was open, and he was wearing a moon-white shirt, revealing strong chest muscles, and he did not sit there in a regular manner, but stepped on one foot on the stool, which was very heroic. Beside the scribe sat a little girl, about six or seven years old, with a pink dress and a red gauze shoulder, which looked lively and lovely, and beautiful and generous.

"It's true, Master Luo." The open-chested man gently patted the table with his hand, bowed to the noon scribe who was shaking the paper fan, picked up a candied fruit from the snack plate on the table and threw it into his mouth, ignoring the questions of the other two, chewed a few mouthfuls slowly, took another sip of wine, and then sighed comfortably, before continuing: "My aunt is from Wanzi County, yesterday, my cousin came over and told me about it, still with a scared look, fortunately, Shannan Village is still more than ten miles away from his house, if you live close, maybe ......" The man lowered his head, Staring at the two scribes with a serious face, he clearly said: consequences, you know.

"Shannan Village ......", the child who was sleepy at the base of the wall suddenly raised his head suddenly, and a bright light flashed in his eyes, but in a blink of an eye, he was filled with sadness, and slowly lowered his head, but his ears were sensitively propped up, paying attention to everything in the tavern. He is the little pot for the rest of his life.

"My cousin's cousin is a catcher in the county, after hearing the news, he rushed to the scene, my God, that scene, it's too miserable, it's hell on earth......" The man was about to describe, but the scribe next to him stopped him, "Don't scare the child, Xiuxiu, you go to the door to play, don't go far, you know?" ”

Xiuxiu was flashing two big black grape-like eyes, listening to the man's story, and suddenly let her out, she was very reluctant, but she didn't dare to be disobedient, so she had to pout, grabbed some food from the snack plate, and then walked out of the door slowly.

Seeing that the girl left, the man lowered his voice, not only showing off, but also having the superiority of knowing the secret: "This Shannan Village, the whole village was killed cleanly overnight, and there was no one left, which is called a miserable." In the village, there are dead people everywhere, just like in the play, it is really a mountain of corpses, rivers of blood, mountains and rivers change color for it, and the grass and trees are sad for it......" The man said that he was happy, and poured a glass of wine for himself, drank it with a sigh, and then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and continued: "These people, not only did they rob all the valuable things, but they also did not let go of the chickens, ducks, pigs and dogs, killed them all, and then transported them away in a car. Alas, Shannan Village, poor more than 160 people in the village, not a single one of them ran out, and all of them were rounded."

"And who did this?" The scribe asked, wide-eyed.

"Good question!" The man slapped the table, looked at the two pairs of eyes full of surprise in front of him, and felt a burst of pride in his heart, and couldn't help but become more and more satisfied with his eloquence, he could actually attract the old man and the professor of the academy in the town, and it seemed that he still had the potential to be a storyteller.

"My cousin and brothers searched in the village for two days, but they didn't see a single live mouth, and they didn't stop a little valuable clue at the scene, but judging from the traces of the fight, there are not a few strong people who attacked this time, and all of them are strong in martial arts, armed with sharp blades, they guarded several exits of the village, and then some people killed into the house of the old man of the village Zhengwang, and the other part of the people cleaned up one by one, looking at their methods, they were really ruthless, and cooperated, which shows that they are a group of experienced, And a well-disciplined strongman. But they still left a little trace, and my cousin found it. The man looked cunning, suddenly stopped, tapped his fingers on the table, shook his head slightly, and hung the appetite of others.