The clouds and rain are at the beginning of the break, and the sky is dark.

The impenetrable clouds slowly descended, pressing down on people to breathless, and between heaven and earth was a pale and dead ash, and above the ruins was a dreamlike mist, as if to outline the grand scene of the past.

Occasionally, a few crows hissed to set off a death-like sound-

Wei Zhi led the jade slave and isolated the entrance of the village with one person and one horse.

The white locust flowers floated all over their heads, and then fell silently to the dust, and a painful rainstorm drenched the burned village to ruins, like a pot of black and stinky decoction.

Exuding a fishy and unpleasant smell, there are several soft corpses hanging on the mill under the old locust tree, which are gnawed by wild dogs.

He stared at the dead silence in his eyes, his eyes were red, his throat was slightly choked, and his finger bones were almost shattered.

Boundless remorse poured into that bloody heart like a torrent wrapped in gravel.

If he had known this, even if he was burned alive by those villagers, he should have persuaded them to leave early and hide in the mountains.

In the past few days, those refugees looted more than a dozen villages on the outskirts of the capital, burned, killed, and plundered, and wantonly sowed the seeds of the devil in this fertile land.

The clouds dispersed, the sun slowly revealed, carving a multicolored scar into the sky, and the smell of fishy hot flashes poured into the nostrils.

Wei Zhi's eyes were red, he raised his hand to cover the towel on his face, and walked towards the village.

The eyes were full of desolation, the charred beams fell on the soft and muddy road, and the scarlet, black, and purple bloodstains of different shades penetrated and meandered to lead people to the purgatory on earth.

A severed hand soaked in the rain was stuck on the threshold, and the owner of that hand was an elderly aunt.

Their family is a rare rich family in the village, and their sons are very promising, working in the capital, often sitting on the grinding plate at the entrance of the village and dealing with the farmers who come and go.

Wei Shi could recognize her from a severed hand, thanks to this Aunt Liu pointing at his grandfather's nose with her gold bracelet and telling them to get out of Wanghuai Village.

A few days ago, he spread the news that his grandfather had died of the epidemic, saying that he was a disaster in the village, and that the village chief wanted to burn him to death.

At that time, Wei Zhi was very sad, and had just placed his grandfather's body, and the encouraged villagers gathered in front of his family's grass house in the middle of the night with fire sticks and shouted to set fire to him.

Thanks to the village chief's persuasion, the villagers stopped, and if it weren't for that, he would have become a pinch of dust on the ground.

He knew that this village could no longer accommodate him, and he wanted to follow his grandfather's last words and take the boy who still had some rest into the mountains to avoid trouble.

But this epidemic is menacing, if it is allowed to rage, it will not be possible to ensure that one day someone in the village will be infected with the epidemic, so Wei Zhi bitterly advised those villagers before leaving, let them also go to the mountains earlier.

But these obscure and arrogant peasants could not give up their family assets, so they insisted on staying here, and only let the young and strong young men in the village patrol around the village and town every day, and no one was allowed to enter, so as to ensure temporary stability.

But now, not only can they not keep their family wealth, but they have even lost their lives.

A large number of refugees fled and harassed in all directions, and even the capital had to close the city gates and send troops to garrison it.

From the head of the village to the end of the village, there is no one alive!

Wei Zhi was so grieved that he turned around to leave, and suddenly found a familiar figure in front of him.

The man was overjoyed when he saw him, waved his hand and shouted, ran to him, and when the person approached, Wei Zhi recognized that the man was the son of the village chief's family, Wang Jinxiu, and his classmate who was studying in Jiyong Hall, two years older than him.

"Brother Wei, is there still a living mouth in the village?" He was panting and his face was sad.

"None of them lived." He said in a deep voice.

"Brother Wei, thank you very much, if it weren't for that, we would be like these villagers." He raised his hand lightly and put it on Wei Zhi's shoulder.

"It's better to get out of here quickly, if you are infected with the epidemic, there will be no medicine and no cure, and you will not be able to return to heaven."

Seeing him say this, Wei Zhi was puzzled: "What do you mean by this?" "

"Brother Wei Shi didn't know, that day you persuaded the villagers to hide in the mountains earlier, they shouldn't be in their mouths, they were still a little afraid in their hearts, less than two days later, the neighboring village was looted by refugees, all the people died, the news spread to our village, many people were afraid, and they didn't dare to stay here, my father asked those who were willing to go into the mountain to bring everything they could to the mountain, so as to save their lives, and now the dead in this village are some who refuse to leave."

"Aunt Wang, you also know, her family is a rich family, and the house is made of bricks and tiles, so how can she go? There are still some ah, I have to guard the ancestral ancestral hall, my father said that he would not leave the sky. "

"And where are you all now?" Wei Zhi's hanging heart finally let go.

"According to your words, they are all cats in the deep mountains, but this is not a long-term solution, our ancestors have been picking up food in the field for generations, and it is not like you are a good horse archer, you can shoot some wild goods to nourish your body, and the mountains are not a safe place, and there are often tigers howling and wolves howling at night, which scares women, children and children enough."

Speaking of this, he sighed.

"Now, our original home has become a ruin, we can't come back, those refugees with epidemics are rampant everywhere, and they have to stay in the mountains for a while, but when will this end, fortunately, it is still spring and summer, unlike the poor winter wax moon can freeze people to death. But even so, we can't stay in the mountains all the time, because the food rations we have accumulated will not last long, and then we will become refugees. "

He waved his hand: "You might as well join me, it's always unsafe for you to be alone, those villagers are too late to thank you now, they won't say anything more to burn you, get out of here quickly, don't get infected with the epidemic." "

"Brother Wang doesn't know, I saved a child who was infected with the epidemic, and I took care of him for a long time, and now I still have a breath of air, I can't take him with you, but if I don't care, I can't be at ease, not to mention that for him, I even took my grandfather's life, Brother Wang still don't care about me, just go."

Wang Jinxiu frowned when he heard this: "Brother Wei mourns, I hope I don't blame those villagers, they just want to live in peace and protect themselves." "

"I have no complaints, the world is difficult."

The two went out of the village, silent for a long time, Wang Jin said: "I don't know what the court wants, I heard that there is an epidemic in the capital now, if this epidemic is allowed to rage, the whole Dayan is in danger, but it is a pity that those nobles who eat the blood of the people only know how to protect their own selfish interests, and the people who die on the road do not even look at it." "

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has a tough attitude, all places with epidemics will be burned, and every family will send a strong man to collect the corpses that have died of the epidemic, isn't this a death?"

Wei Shi sighed: "For this time, it can only be like this, I just hope to curb the epidemic and kill fewer people." "

Separated from Wang Jinxiu, Wei Zhi led the jade slave into the mountains.

It was a place where he often went hunting, and sometimes he had to stay in the mountains for ten days and a half months if he wanted a larger game, so he built a simple house out of wood, which could only fit a wooden bed.

Now that the bedding he brought from home was placed, the pots and pans were so crowded that he had to make a makeshift stove out of stones and mud.

When he came back, the boy was still unconscious, he fed him mountain spring water, the corners of his flaky mouth were finally not so dry, here for a few days, he guarded day and night, countless times thought he was going to die, but the child always survived, to make Wei Zhi a little embarrassed.

Thinking that his grandfather just took care of him for half a day and then contracted the epidemic and died, and he faced this child day and night, but he was not infected, Wei Zhi hated to replace him, and would rather die than his grandfather.

It's a pity that creation makes people...

There was a heavy rain, and the house he built was a little shaky, thinking that he would have to live here for a long time, Wei Zhi gathered his mind, and didn't want to do those messy things anymore to repair the leaky roof.

The clay pot left behind by my grandfather was smashed to pieces by loose wood, and the scattered money stamps and silver bills were spilled out, along with a piece of jade with a delicate texture.

Thinking of his grandfather's deathbed, Wei Zhi couldn't help but cry, and the tears that he had endured for a long time rolled down.