Dead people, in those days, were actually not a strange thing, they were bitten to death by wild beasts, or killed by bandits, or they fell into the river and drowned in the middle of the night when they got drunk, and the villagers saw much more deaths with their own eyes than people now.

But the death situation is so strange, placed in this small village, it is like a powder keg, "bang", exploded in this remote village.

The powder keg contained not gunpowder, but fear.

In that moment, all the people were wrapped in this completely spreading fear, gathered, and then completely devoured.

All the different faces became almost exactly the same color at this moment, the miserable white, at this moment, became the common point of everyone in this village, whether old or young, whether male or female, at this moment, they all had the same identity - trembling.

The passage of life at this moment completely bloomed with the enveloping fear, and everyone's face was almost the same as the face of the dried corpses, the same pale, and at this moment, white became the most abrupt color in this verdant forest.

"Village Chief"

"Village Chief"

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A group of villagers trembled and looked at the old man who didn't know when he had to carry his back and slowly become rickety, with longing and cowardice in his eyes, hoping that this old man could re-erect the spine that had been pressed down at this time, and lead everyone to solve the problem in front of him.

Looking at those eyes with fear, the emotions in them were very complicated, there were complaints, begging, and the desire to escape, all of which fell into the eyes of the old village chief, and when the words came to his mouth, they just turned into deep sighs.

"Burn it"

The old man's voice was full of weakness, as if the last strength of his body had disappeared in this sentence, the old man's body was shaky, and the people behind him saw the situation of the village chief and hurriedly ran over to support him.

The crowd looked at each other, not knowing what to do about it, and the people at that time were still buried after they died.

Everyone believes that when a person dies, he can only be buried in the ground to get rest, and a person who lives may not have too many scruples, but if he dies and cannot be buried in the ground, he is likely to become a lonely ghost.

So when they heard the village chief say that the bodies of those people should be burned, everyone looked at each other and didn't make any moves for a while.

And the person who was originally kneeling there crying and grabbing the ground, when he heard the words of the village chief, his heart suddenly sank, and the tears in his eyes stopped instantly, and then he turned his head and looked at the village chief who said this in disbelief.

"Village chief, you can't!"

"Village chief, you can't burn it, if there are fewer of their corpses, what will they do in the future!"

... ...

Several female relatives cried and grabbed the ground, wanting the village chief to retract what they had just said, but looking at the village chief's eyes, their hearts were slowly sinking.

Because the village chief's face did not change at all, he didn't even look at them, but kept staring at the few dried corpses in the grass shed, his eyes slowly became silent from the original fear, and then a flash of light appeared, and the eyes that had witnessed countless years bloomed with a flame of hatred at this moment.

It was a fire that was going to lead everyone into darkness, crazy and silent, but flickering and extinguishing at any moment.

The old man hesitated, but what he hesitated was not whether to burn these corpses, but whether to take revenge.

The old man had already understood what was going on at this time, this thing was far more terrifying than the villagers imagined, he knew what was happening, and he also knew that the source of this incident might be the corpse of the father and son, but now he didn't dare to say it, and he couldn't say it.

But these corpses could not be left behind.

In the face of the pleading of those family members, the old man was still ruthless, in that era, the person who could become the person in power and control the fate of some people, if he didn't have a little means, he couldn't be ruthless, how could he take the people of this village to survive in this era of rampant bandits?

Sometimes they can lower their eyebrows and be pleasing to their eyes, but sometimes, if they admit it, if they don't dare, then there is only one way left for them - a dead end.

Life wasn't that easy, especially in those days.

The old man straightened his spine again, braced his body, and his eyes shone again.

"Stop them and burn this straw hut together!"

This sentence was said sonorously and forcefully, and it was not at all like it came from the mouth of an old man who was too old, and the family members of the deceased, at this moment, cried even louder, and turned around one after another, and threw themselves into the grass hut, and some people rushed towards the village chief, wanting to plead, but the village chief only took a slight step back.

Then a few people grabbed all those people, and under the command of the village chief, they were put down from the mountain, and the crying gradually faded away, and the village chief signaled to the rest of the people, and everyone did not hesitate this time, and made a few fires and lit a handful of straw.

Then he threw the burning straw onto the straw shed.

The flames burned almost instantly, and a mountain wind blew, and in the blink of an eye, the flames on the straw shed became very violent, and the people threw bundles of straw and branches into the straw hut and on the bodies of the dried corpses.

The flames spread over the grass shed, and the straw gradually curled in the pale yellow flames, bent and then turned black, became the dye of the flames, and turned into fly ash that shook with the flames and drifted with the wind in the mountains.

Puffs of black smoke drifted down the hill in the wind, and the women's cries could be faintly heard in the distance, yes, their husbands were dead.

He died in the cemetery of this village for no apparent reason, no one saw it, no one knew how he died, and even after death, there was not even a complete corpse left, but only mixed with the corpses of those people, mixed with the dry straw of the straw shed, and turned into a cloud of ashes.

But the village chief had nothing to do, and this was the best way to do it now, and the women did not know what the situation was, and it was not a good time to explain it to them, and the matter needed to be told in detail when they returned to the village.

Because after the death of these four people, this matter is no longer a matter of one person, but a matter that is closely related to the whole village.

The flames were still burning, and most of the straw in the straw shed had been burned, and the few wooden pillars that originally supported the straw shed were slowly bending, turning black, and with a click, the beams of the straw shed were broken by the flames, and they could no longer bear the weight of the straw shed.

It collapsed and fell down, and with the breaking of the beam, the entire straw shed collapsed in an instant, and those who had originally gathered next to the straw shed, seeing this, hurriedly retreated in order to prevent the flames from infecting themselves.

The smoke and dust were everywhere, and the dust in the human flame was also at this moment, with the collapse of the grass shed, and the black smoke and dust in the sky were raised.

The gray-black powder continued to drift, and finally the flames still burned to the bodies of the dried corpses on the ground.

As the flames climbed up the corpse's body, a putrid smell came from the grass shed, and the smell was very unpleasant, as if it had been rotting for many years, and the smell alone made everyone present retreat.

The village chief was also supported and followed everyone back step by step, but his eyes were fixed on the situation inside the grass hut.

"Poof"

A few soft sounds came from the flames, as if several balloons had been burned out in the flames, and everyone's eyes were staring at the situation inside the grass shed.

It seemed that this flame could wash away all fear, but at this moment, the flame suddenly disturbed, and a black figure in the flame sat up suddenly, and at that moment, everyone's hearts and eyes rose to their throats for a moment.

The seated figure seemed to move, curling its body and slowly turning towards them, its bent arms beckoning to them.

It seems to say, come here, come here, sooner or later we will all be separated again......