The ancestor and his people did not carve out the good as they imagined, and there was a great plague.

When the chisel hit the cave wall, a glimmer of light shone through.

After that glimmer of light, tens of thousands of rats poured out of the passage, and the people watched as the rats trampled the fields, lurked underground to destroy the roots of plants, and crushed the pillars and beams that supported the houses into powder, and the rats used their teeth to crush everything that could sharpen their teeth, and people took farm tools as murder weapons to drive them away until they were exhausted. Later, it was dark and the sun went down. The rat exterminators went home one after another to rest.

At night, the world was so quiet that you could hear a sound that seemed to be coming from the wind far away, and it was the squeaking of rats. Under the cover of night, the rats jumped into the grass of the stables to and pee. Livestock (including pigs and cattle) in this area were infected with the plague. Humans had also been infected with the plague after drinking milk, and by the time the rats had polished their teeth, the sick were already dying of weakness. At this time, many rats surged in the burrows that lay ground underground, biting off the roots that hindered the plants, and the trees swayed in the wind. The grass withered and turned yellow on a sunny day. Many places collapsed, and rats sprang out of the cracks in the earth. A few kittens were torn apart by the moat swarm, leaving only sharp nails and sticky fur.

The group of rats is attracted by the flesh and blood of humans, and refuses to let go of humans at all, and those who are weak but can still escape can only endure the pain and use a pair of flexible hands to protect themselves while running, and the group of rats that fell to the ground continue to jump onto the fat body of humans, and are slowly numb in the pain of being bitten and running. A swarm of rats bites a weak person to death, from tearing flesh to grinding bones. When the hair fluttered in the wind, there was a pool of dried blood on the ground.

The frenzied mother fills her mouth with a bloody hand and bites several rats that have been biting her baby to death. Her frantic actions did not save her and her own children, and the house collapsed, crushing her to death underneath. The baby threw out of the cradle, cried and dragged the rats covering its small body to crawl and crawl on the ground...... The rat quickly tore the baby's flesh and skin, causing the baby's internal intestines to leak out. Later, the child stopped crawling, and a skeleton formed a pile of bones, and the number of rats was innumerable, and they attacked their prey in groups like beasts of prey. The fleeing adults could only bow their heads, use their nimble hands to clean the liver and intestines that had fallen out of their stomachs, and then collapse. The bloodied wooden floor was also ground down with a layer of red powder by the rat's teeth. The clatter of the cradle falling to the ground scared away the rats and put an end to it for now.

On the way to escape, people heard almost all the screams in the ruins. Those who survived were also covered in bruises, and gradually outnumbered.

Some people rushed to the river, quickly rolled down, and rolled into the river, so that the river was mixed and had the color of blood. The rats on the shore also dived into the water along the bloody trail. The running water carries away the blood and precipitates the bones.

The agility and sheer number of rats are so nerve-wracking that at dawn a young man led the survivors to decide to set fire to the houses and fields where the rats were in.

"If we don't, we're going to die, we're going to be miserable. ”

So the people began to burn with fire. It was a big fire, and that fire burned down the entire village.

When the sun came out, the rats squeaked in the fire. Their fur burns on fire and burns into ashes in the air. The limbs blackened and charred by the fire still struggled to escape from the fire. A few young people in the village were on the edge of the fire, with forks in their hands. When I saw the rats that were about to crawl out, I poked them in the stomach with a fork and picked them up. Throw it back into the fire.

Everything burned down. The fire spread into the night, and the tired people continued to exterminate the surviving rats. Angrily trampled the rat to death with his foot.

But the clan still retains the ancestral hall. The surviving clansmen flocked to the ancestral hall, and one by one they held torches to light up the night. Moths hidden in the corners of the houses and in the woods poured up in white. In a daze, the moth with burning wings swirled and landed on the shoulders of the clansmen, and the clansmen who knelt down prayed to their ancestors. People don't know that the clever rat is hiding deep in the ground at the moment, gathering the corpses of the ancestors of the cannibals.

In the aftermath of the disaster, the surviving clansmen were divided. The son of the ancestor decided to follow the wishes of his grandfather and his father and continue to excavate. There was a large number of people who opposed this opinion, and they insisted on staying and rebuilding their homeland, and they saw it as a disaster to continue digging caves, and later, the son of the ancestor led a group of adventurous people to the point of no return.

Before leaving, the grandmother said to her grandson, "Son, people will always return to the original point, and I will wait for you to come back." ”