Chapter 24: The Dead and the Resurrection

Seeing the child's head, which could barely distinguish its face, Old Mac couldn't help it anymore. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info leaned on the stove and almost vomited jaundice and chickenpox. The urge to vomit was finally stopped, and by this time there was nothing left in Old Mike's stomach for him to vomit again.

Old Mike ignored the filth of the place, and as soon as his body collapsed, he sat down on the stove and sat on the ground. It didn't matter if he sat down, Old Mike's eyes immediately discovered that there was a finger that had not been completely chewed in the puddle of things that he vomited just now. This must have been eaten just now when I was so hungry that I was so hungry. In that state, people can't feel what they eat in their stomachs. That's exactly what old Mike was like back then.

Look at the puddle of yellow and white liquid on the ground, plus the finger that didn't chew up. Old Mike's nerves couldn't bear it anymore, his eyes were black, and he fainted on the ground with a "bang".

I don't know how long this fainting has passed, but when old Mike woke up, he found himself lying on a bed.

I looked around and saw a man standing next to the bed. A middle-aged man who looks at the valley.

Old Michael groaned. When the middle-aged man saw that Old Mac had woken up, he hurried over to help him up and asked him how he felt.

Old Mike held his head and thought about it carefully. Everything that happened before fainting came to mind in an instant. Old Mike's eyes widened, and he looked at the man in front of him in horror. It's as if this man is a demon who has climbed up from hell.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, as if he had thought of something. He said you wait, then got up and walked out of the room. After a while, the man returned. But at this time, he was holding a pot in his hand. This pot old Mike is all too familiar. Screaming for the man not to come closer.

The man put the pot on the floor next to the bed and came over to reassure old Mike. Ask him if he was frightened by the contents of the pot. Then explain to Old Mike over and over again what the hell is in the pot.

When he first explained it two or three times, Old Mac was almost screaming and didn't listen at all. But slowly, as the man took the trouble to explain, Old Mac finally calmed down.

It turned out that in that pot, it was a monkey stewed. Monkeys, primates, are just as good as humans after plucking their hair. In addition, because the child was born not long ago, it looks no different from a human child's root quilt. That's why Old Mac couldn't tell for a while.

After seeing that Old Mac had calmed down, the man explained to him in detail. Here's the rough idea.

Because the village is located in a low-lying area, the food in the family is prone to mold during the rainy season. Therefore, not long after the rainy season began, the people in the village rushed to carry the family's grain to a cave in the mountain to store it, and when the season passed, they went back to the cave to get the grain back. As for the stewed monkey, this was actually picked up by the man when he went up the mountain a few days ago. When I saw the monkeys, they were all dying. Even if he doesn't take it back and eat it, the little monkey probably won't live long. In addition, food was very tight at that time, and it was common for some families not to see meat for months. So the man thought about bringing the little monkey back, stewing it and distributing it to the people in the village.

After the man explained this, because of the accent, although Old Mike couldn't fully understand it, he could understand the general meaning.

If this misunderstanding is solved, then it will be fine. Old Mac was relieved at the same time.

The rest of the days were simple. Seeing that Old Mac was always wandering like this, it was not a solution, so the man invited Old Mac to live in the village. But Old Mac still didn't give up his action on the ancient tomb at this time, and he still wanted to gather a group of people to be counted in the ancient tomb, so that he could return to the rich state of the year. But at the moment, Old Mike is in the middle of no way. In the past ten years, Lao Mike has traveled almost all over the entire region of Guangxi, because it is an outsider's problem, Lao Mike has not to mention the circle of Tufuzi, and he can't even touch the edge. This made him very distressed. However, the man's invitation at the moment has made some changes to his plans.

He can settle down in the village first and then figure out how to do it. If you can't do it, you can only pick some people out of these villagers and find a way to threaten them to go to the grave.

After making up his mind, Old Mac readily agreed.

In rural China at that time, the daily life of peasants was almost the same. Every day, I go up to the mountains to chop firewood or work in the fields. Occasionally, when it rains, it's just stripping corn at home and raising chickens. Old Mike learned these things very quickly, and he learned them within a few days of settling in. In addition, Old Mike was a foreigner, and the remote places at that time were distinguished as foreigners, and even the living people outside the mountains had never been seen. So he was very curious about Old Mike, and often asked Old Mike to talk about what happened outside the mountain. And old Mike wants to be able to mingle with the villagers and integrate into them as soon as possible. It's also refreshing, and almost always responds to requests. Over time, Old Mac has succeeded in becoming a member of the villagers.

After living like this for almost a year, an incident happened that once again caused old Mac to fall into a state of madness.

It happened to be early spring, and the sky was drizzling continuously. When Old Mike came back from helping out in the fields, he carried an earthen shotgun and prepared to go out to get something and come back to open meat. But in the mountains, in order to chase a prey, old Mike accidentally entered the depths of the mountain forest. It was an area he hadn't been in since he came to the village. Because the villagers say that this is an absolute forbidden area. Wild boars and bears are often seen inside. Few of the people who entered the area made it out alive.

After chasing the prey for a long time, Old Michael suddenly remembered the warnings of the villagers. Frightened, in addition to a cold sweat, he hurriedly picked up his gun and was about to go back. But he only cared about chasing this prey before, and he forgot how he got into this mountain forest. Coupled with the fact that Old Mac had never been here, he was completely lost.

But fortunately, Old Mike has lived with the villagers for a long time, and he can still remember some skills for distinguishing directions in the deep mountains. Old Mike skillfully climbed a tree, discerned the direction of the village in the canopy, and then got out of the tree and hurried home.

After bypassing two wild boars along the way, Old Michael finally returned to the village at about eight or nine o'clock in the evening.

But just as Old Mac was about to go down the hillside, the feeling he had felt a year ago suddenly spread back to his heart.

Old Mike frowned. But this time he didn't rush into the village, but crawled on the hillside and quietly looked at the small village below.

Sure enough, something wasn't right. Old Mike said something in his heart. A man appeared at the entrance of the village. Old Mike recognized at a glance that this person was not a villager in the village.

People outside the mountains? A trace of doubt rose in Old Michael's heart. The villagers barely communicate with the outside world, and rarely, and some have never been out of the mountains in their entire lives. There's no way to have anything to do with the outside world. But now there are people in the village, what's going on?

Old Mac wanted to get up and go down to ask for clarification, but after thinking about it, he still lay on his stomach and didn't move. Because the slightest uneasiness in my heart is even worse at this time. Intuition tells Old Mike that the small village might be in trouble.

Sure enough, not long after that person stood at the entrance of the village, more strangers appeared in the village one after another. Piles of bonfires were lit at the entrance of the village at the stranger's gate. Bonfires illuminate most of the entrance to the village. And at this time, Old Mac saw all the villagers in the village. The villagers were all tied with ropes and kneeled at the entrance of the village. And the stranger who appeared first stood in front of the villagers at this time.

The stranger seemed to be counting the number of people on their knees. After a moment's click, the man jerked out a knife from his waist.

Old Mike's eyes were instantly opened to the maximum. From the way the man drew the sword, it was already out of its sheath. Those below are Japanese!

How can there still be Japanese here? Wasn't the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression long over? How can there still be Japanese people here? Old Mike was taken aback and looked at the man below incredulously.

If it wasn't enough to determine that the people below were Japanese, then what happened next made Old Mac even more convinced.

The man held the knife in both hands and slashed at a man kneeling in front of him.

Old Mac watched as the man's head rolled off his neck, rolled on the ground a few times, and came to a halt at the knife-wielding man's feet. Before Old Mac could recover from his shock, the strangers drew their long knives from their waists. For a while, all kinds of screams came and went.

Old Mike stared at all this with wide eyes, he couldn't believe that Japan Minghe had been driven out of China. Why are there still Japanese people here?

After the Japanese killed the villagers, the man who took the lead seemed to give some order. Immediately after that, the rest of the Japanese "whirred" and dispersed.

Old Mike was startled, thinking that the Japanese below had found out. Pick up the shotgun and turn around and run. But it's not a way to just run. The mountains and forests around here are so insecure. Old Mac was afraid that the Japanese would catch him in the mountains and forests, and then cut off his own head in the same way. So he thought of the most dangerous, but at the same time, the safest.

He was going back to the deeper mountain forest where he had just lost his way. Only in that there did the Japanese not dare to go in and arrest him easily.

Thinking of this, Old Mike's speed suddenly increased, and he rushed over the way back just now.

It turned out that Old Mack was right. After entering the deep mountains and old forests, old Mike spent a few days in the trees trembling, and there were no Japanese figures around him. It reassured him a lot. But when people are relieved, the inertia in their hearts comes up. After living in the village for a long time, I felt uncomfortable after living in the mountains and forests for a few days. Old Mike wondered if he would go back and see. Let's see if those Japanese people are gone. If he leaves, he can go back to the village to get some basic daily necessities. And if he could, he would even like to get some futon out. It's early spring, and the temperature in the mountains at night is too low. It's been freezing so hard these nights that Old Mac doesn't want it.

Otherwise, there is a temptation called the temptation to go back to the village, and as soon as Old Mike came up with this idea, he still couldn't help but want to go back to the village.

After a brief hesitation, Old Mac finally made up his mind to return to the village. One is to take something out so that I can use it later. The second is that I have lived with those villagers for a long time, and I have a little feeling. Old Mike didn't want them to die at the entrance of the village. I'm going to have to bury them anyway.

Having made up his mind, Old Mac slid down the tree and cautiously followed the path.

When he appeared again on the hillside at the entrance of the village, Old Mac once again sensed that something was wrong. With two experiences, he almost immediately lay on the ground, stretched out his head and looked towards the entrance of the village.

It didn't matter, old Mike was almost beginning to wonder if he was fascinated by something.

Right at the entrance of the village below the hillside, the Japanese from the other day. At this time, they were all tied up and kneeled on the ground. And standing in front of those Japanese turned out to be the villagers who had seen their heads a few days ago!

Old Mac rubbed his eyes repeatedly, and did not stop until there was a burning pain in his eyes.

After blinking his eyes vigorously, Old Mac realized that the scene in front of him was not a hallucination. Those villagers are real. And those Japanese are also big living people. Why are you so sure? Because Old Mike saw with his own eyes that just like the Japanese beheaded a few days ago, the heads of the Japanese were cut off one by one by the villagers. Dark red blood flowed all over the ground.

Old Mike was almost insane. The villagers, whose heads had been cut off a few days ago, how could they be resurrected at this time? Could it be that God resurrected them so that they could take revenge on the Japanese? But that's crazy. Belief in God is limited to just two words, but a few days ago I saw the heads of those villagers being cut off. How can a person who is truly dead be resurrected and then kill the person who killed him?

Old Mac felt that he didn't need to go down and get any groceries now. Of course, the quilt or something, it's impossible to go down and get it now. The only thought he had now was to get out of this place as soon as possible.

(I rushed out without a lunch break at noon, and I was sleepy) (To be continued.) )