"Which sentence?" Xiao Zhu found that he couldn't keep up with Ning Xiu's train of thought, obviously the other party was a newcomer.

"In two days, the army of the county will pass through here. ”

Ning Xiu didn't stop, said lightly, and didn't forget to add at the end: "Widow Sun's father-in-law has left the village to join the army for more than a year. ”

The sound came into Xiao Zhu's ears along the cool night breeze, and she always felt as if she had grasped the key, but she couldn't figure it out.

Xianggong has been away for more than a year, but he is pregnant, which means that this widow Hongxing is out of the wall. So whose child is in her womb, and if it is the old village chief, why did he kill his own child again.

Xiao Zhu frowned and thought hard, but he couldn't figure it out, and finally could only ask: "What does it have to do with this......?"

Halfway through the words, Xiao Zhu's beautiful eyes widened, and she was surprised: "You mean her husband is not dead?"

"Whether you're dead or not, we'll find out later. ”

Ning Xiu stopped suddenly, Xiao Zhu looked up and found that it was the village chief's house in front of him. After Ning Xiu finished doing the Dharma during the day, the old village chief invited them to his house for a light meal, so Xiao Zhu recognized them at a glance.

"What's next?"

"You sneak in and steal the letter sent to him by the village chief's son, and I'll go to another place to find out the situation, and meet here in half an hour. After Ning Xiu finished speaking, he turned around and left directly.

Seeing Ning Xiu's figure gradually disappear into the night, Xiao Zhu stomped his foot fiercely and flew into the village chief's mansion lightly.

......

The lack of young adults in Xiaohe Village can be attributed to the forced recruitment of soldiers by the government, but it is paradoxical that there are almost no young women. There have obviously been a lot of funerals in the village recently, and Ning Xiu doesn't believe that what the old village chief said is for those young people who died in battle, because there are obviously many new coffins in Yizhuang, and it is obvious that the people in them have just died.

The soldiers died on the battlefield, the horse leather shroud, how can there be a corpse to speak of, and the two zombies who turned into corpses on the first day have one thing in common, that is, both are women.

At night, the lights on both sides of the street are turned off.

There was silence in Xiaohe Village.

Then Ning Xiu saw a little boy, who was wearing a set of dirty, tattered, and smelly clothes, with hair like a chicken nest, and his whole body exuded a stench like a dead corpse.

However, Ning Xiu could be sure that the little boy in front of him was indeed a living person. At this point in time, he was still wandering the streets, and it was clear that he was a homeless man, that is, a beggar.

Hearing the sound of footsteps in his ears, the little boy huddled in the corner raised his head, his empty eyes full of despair.

Ning Xiu didn't speak, took off the robe on his body and wrapped it around the little boy, and took out a white steamed bun from his body and handed it to him, which he took away when the village chief held a banquet during the day.

The smell of the food was so tempting that the little boy's blank eyes gradually took on color. He looked up at Ning Xiu, hesitated, reached out and grabbed the steamed bun, and ate it in a big gulp.

"Don't worry, eat slowly, be careful of choking. Ning Xiu reached out and touched the little boy's head and said softly.

After listening to Ning Xiu's words, the little boy really slowed down, but the steamed bun was so big, no matter how slow it was, it was still eaten quickly.

"Little brother knows the sister in this house?" Ning Xiu wiped the corners of the little boy's mouth, stretched out his finger and pointed to the small wooden house in front of him, and asked.

The original owner of this room was the dead Sun Chunxiang, and Ning Xiu had already noticed the little boy who was constantly wandering in front of the house when he was doing things during the day.

The little boy nodded heavily and said, "Well, Sister Haruka is kind to me and often gives me good food. ”

"If it weren't for her, Xiaoyun and I would have died a long time ago. Later, the little boy's eyes turned red and he couldn't help but cry quietly.

After some understanding, Ning Xiu knew that the little boy's parents died early, and he had been dependent on his sister since he was a child. Later, her sister got married, and she lived with her brother-in-law.

Originally, although the family of three was not rich, it was comfortable and happy, but the good times did not last long, the war in the northwest was chaotic, and the government forced conscription, and his brother-in-law was not spared. In his second year in the army, the news of his death came again.

After that, his sister also died, and I heard from the people in the village that she died of illness.

The little boy was helpless and became a beggar, but fortunately, his sister was friendly with Sun Chunxiang before her death, and after his sister died, she was often taken care of by her, so he survived.

But now Sun Chunxiang has also left, and the little boy's life has once again fallen into boundless despair.

"Xiaoyun, my brother asked you, have there been many deaths in the village recently?"

"Brother Daoist, how do you know?" the little boy blinked, a look of surprise. "Like my sister, and Sister Haruka, many big sisters have died during these days. ”

"When did it start?" Ning Xiu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked.

"A month ago, first the daughter-in-law of Uncle Wang's family in the north of the village died suddenly, and then the big sisters died one after another. Brother Taoist, you are here this time to exorcise evil spirits and catch ghosts. The little boy looked up at Ning Xiu, his face full of hope.

A month ago, the time was calculated, that is, the day when the village chief's son returned from sending a letter to his family.

"Are ghosts really scary?" Ning Xiu muttered, whispering to himself in a voice that was gradually inaudible. "What is more terrible than ghosts and gods is the human heart......"

The little boy didn't know why the Taoist brother in front of him suddenly stopped talking, and he didn't know the ugliness of this world at a young age.

He only knew that the Taoist brother in front of him was a good person, because he gave himself steamed buns to eat, which was such a simple logic, but in the adult world, he would never be able to do it.

"Brother Daoist, what's wrong?"

"Little brother, brother, I'm leaving, these foods are a gift before parting. ”

The little boy held a bag of food wrapped in oiled paper in both hands, watched the tall figure gradually disappear from his sight, and bowed solemnly.

"Thank you, big brother!"

......

When Ning Xiu came to the agreed place, Xiao Zhu had been waiting there for a long time, but her face was blue and very ugly.

"Have you already guessed the contents of the letter? Xiao Zhu opened his mouth and said in a deep voice.

"The ugliness of this world is always beyond your belief...... Ning Xiu looked up at Xiao Zhu and replied.