Where did Xiaoguo get the dagger?

Chi Jing saw the fierceness in Xiaoguo's eyes and was stunned. She looked at the dagger in Xiao Guo's hand and found that it was still stained with blue-black corpse blood. It was the dagger she had just used to stab the corpse, and she threw it behind her...

has no grievances and no hatred, Xiaoguo wants to kill her?

In the midst of lightning and fire, Chi Jing was about to dodge, but Xiaoguo raised her other hand and pushed her aside with lightning speed-

With a "poof", the dagger in Xiao Guo's hand stabbed into the corpse behind Chi Jing.

Chi Jing fell to the ground in embarrassment, and after a closer look, she found that it was not her who Xiaoguo was stabbing, but a corpse that came out of the house silently at some point.

Xiaoguo's knife also stabbed the corpse's heart in vain, because the rooster blood on the dagger was gone when it first pierced the corpse's body...

"Ahh The corpse was already full of anger at this dagger, and now when she saw her stabbing herself with the dagger, she roared even more angrily, and was about to pounce on Xiaoguo.

It's too late, it's too soon. Chi Jing pulled out the third dagger that she had just taken out, this dagger was also coated with a thin layer of blood, and she jumped up and stabbed the corpse into the brain before the corpse was about to bite Xiaoguo.

The blue-black brains gushed out, and the corpse's movements were stunned, and they were about to pour straight to Xiaoguo. She pulled her hands quickly, and as soon as she let go, she pulled the corpse up and fell backwards.

This time it should be dead.

A moment of silence.

"Woo woo woo ..."Xiao Guo cried again. The corpse's eyes were punctured, and his heart was stabbed several times, so that he could still get up and bite. She couldn't imagine that her father would become that monster too...

Chi Jing dragged the corpse to the pile of dry firewood in the yard: "Who is that, Xiaoguo." You cry slowly, and when you're done crying, you drag your dad in and burn it together. ”

"Wow... Daddy! Xiaoguo cried even louder.

...

Xiaoguo is a very strong girl, and as soon as Chi Jing built a fire, she dragged her father's corpse into the small farmyard.

Ji Jing glanced at her red and swollen nose and eyes from crying, and felt some appreciation in her heart. If it was herself, she had just found out that her father was dead, and she had to burn it with her own hands immediately, she might not be able to do it.

"Not only your father, but also those who are bitten outside." Chi Jing comforted. The implication is that your father is not lonely, rest assured.

Xiaoguo's tears that she couldn't stop when she heard the words slipped down again. This girl is really not comforting...

Chi Jing dragged the corpse into the burning fire, and was about to drag Xiaoguo to her father, but Xiaoguo stopped her. "Girl, let me come, I have a lot of strength."

Is this a matter of strength, isn't she afraid that Xiaoguo will not be ruthless. After all, he didn't say anything, retreated, and replaced Xiaoguo himself.

"Hey, it's solved here, there are still so many lying outside..."Chi Jing looked at the sky helplessly, I don't know what happened in the courtyard? Also, if these villagers don't agree to the burning of the corpses, what excuse should she find to get them to agree to the burning of the corpses?

It's so troublesome...

"Don't worry, girl, my father is the village chief, and I am the village chief's daughter. I can even burn my dad, and theirs is no exception. In this Majia Village, the village chief's words are true, I just say that it is a will left by my father. Ma Xiaoguo said with red eyes, not daring to look into the fire again, turned around and walked out, to persuade the rest of the village to burn the corpse together.

"Ugh." Chi Jing sighed, no matter what, I have to burn it quickly.

The worries in her heart have never been put down, and she always feels that if she doesn't burn it in time, they will all get up.

...

When Zheng Xi and Xiaoguo's father were completely burned to ashes together, Xiaoguo had not come back yet. Chi Jing walked out of the courtyard and began to look for small fruits. As she passed by the ancestral hall in the village, she heard the sound of Xiao Guo being in a hurry to break down.

"I said, this is what my father asked me to bring you before he died, why don't you believe it?"

"Sister Xiaoguo, your father is dead, and if he dies, he will no longer be the village chief." The eldest aunt in the village said with some contempt, "Since your father is no longer the village chief, what qualifications do you have to direct us here?" ”

"That's right." Another aunt said that she had long seen that the daughter of the village chief's family was not pleasing to the eye, and she didn't look like a girl's family at all, and she had damaged her own daughter.

"You, you..." Xiao Guo's eyes were still red, obviously she didn't expect that her father's bones were not cold, and she had no way to take these villagers.

It seems that if you have to go out on your own...

Chi Jing's mind turned, and he was about to speak, when he suddenly heard a melodious flute sound from outside the ancestral hall.

This flute is so ugly, slow all at once, fast all at once, without any rules! Will this person blow it? If the tone is not in tune, it is not in tune.

She was a little dissatisfied, so she walked out of the ancestral hall to find the person who played the flute. But the strange thing is that the sound of the flute sounded like it was outside the ancestral hall, and when she went out of the ancestral hall, not only did she not see the person playing the flute, but even the sound of the flute seemed to float away with her appearance.

This is... Voice?

Chi Jing looked around, and happened to see a few flutes at the door of the ancestral hall that he didn't know who put them, so he picked up one of them without thinking too much.

Hmph, compare with me to the flute, no one ever told you that my cousin is an international all-round musician? Still learn musical instruments from ** with me?

Let you see what it means to be natural.

...

I groaned for a moment, well, that's it.

Chi Jing's flute sounded, sad and resentful, and soon, the flute on that side was discovered. The flute player seemed stunned and stopped.

As a result, only the sound of Chi Jing's flute remained, melodious and lonely, as if it was about to float to the distant sky.

Under the sky, it was a plug-in color, and in the cold wind, horses galloped. The remnant sun is like blood, and the geese fly by without a trace.

This is the unique hometown that everyone yearns for, free and bold, eating meat, drinking wine... No sin, no chicks, no deceit, no intrigue...

The artistic conception of this piece has already surpassed the song itself, and everyone who listens to the song is as fascinated as ever...

In the dream, the desert is lonely, and the sun sets over the long river...

The flute in the distance no longer sounded, and it seemed that it was also stupid and stupid. And at some point, the people in the ancestral hall stopped arguing and were attracted by the sound of the flute and walked out.

For a long time, no one made the slightest sound, even the child who was held in his arms, it was rare that there was no noise.

What happened on this day was so chaotic and unprepared. More than half of the people in the village were suddenly attacked by monsters, and the monsters killed many people, and in the end, the village chief's daughter ran out, saying that these people must be burned to death...

But how can you burn your own relatives?

Half a day ago, they were still alive ... You can't burn it, you can't burn it, you have to put it in the ground...

In the midst of this extremely sad flute, they silently shed tears uncontrollably.