The sound of the temple echoed in the muddy streets of the small prefecture due to the rain that had just fallen, but this time the sound seemed to be different from the past, a little more sad and mournful. Silence reigned throughout the county, the doors of every house were closed, and the occasional child poking his head out of the window was soon pulled back into the house by his parents.

At first, the county doctor just lamented that there were more and more people coming to see the doctor during that time, so much that he couldn't be busy, but soon the county doctor noticed that the situation seemed to be different from the past, although they had paid enough attention, but they still miscalculated the severity of the disaster, and by the time the local county government was ready to intervene, it was already too late.

Every time the sound of the cannon is sounded, it is a reminder that the people of the small county are patrolling the streets, and if the people who are not infected do not return to their homes in time, they will be taken away as infected, and the people who return to their homes can do nothing but hide behind the door and pray to the Holy Lord. The inhabitants of the small county have been devout followers of the Holy Lord for generations, and some of them may occasionally violate the dogma of the Holy Religion, but most of the time the people here strictly follow the teachings of the Holy Lord, and when the disaster comes, they even wonder if it is because they have committed something wrong that the Holy Lord will send such a punishment.

When the sound of the squirrel sounds, the families who were unfortunate enough to be visited by the plague would place the bodies of their dead family members in the street outside their doors so that the corpse collection team could take their poor family members away. In the county, the corpse collection team is organized by the county officials, in the small county, except for the county magistrate and those who are speechless, they are the best, in order to let the magistrate go to the street to clean up the infected corpse, the county magistrate is bleeding profusely, and the salary of each magistrate has increased fivefold, and every day he is served with good wine and meat, and the official is willing to take the risk of doing this kind of drudgery when he sees that the treatment is so good.

The guards of the corpse collection team looked at the dead and rotting corpses on the street, their legs trembled, no one can guarantee that the next person to die will not be themselves or their own family, everyone is weak in the face of death, the fear of death is the innate instinct of all people, and if death is induced by some unknown factor, then the fear in the heart of human beings will be infinitely magnified. This plague is a new thing that has never been seen before for the people of the county, and some people don't even know what the plague is, and it is precisely because of their ignorance that people regard this disaster as a punishment from the Holy Lord.

The leader of the local Silent Ones wrapped himself in extreme strictness and walked through the deserted streets, and as one of the few people who knew anything about the plague, he naturally understood how terrible the plague was. Every time he passed by a corpse lying on the side of the road, his heart would be extremely tormented, and next to each corpse was painted a crooked symbol of the Holy Religion, and the thought of these poor people still praying for the salvation of the Holy Lord before they died, the tears of the leader of the speechless people flowed down the corners of his eyes, he had always taken it as his duty to save the suffering, but when these people were suffering, he could not do anything.......

When death comes, people always trust in mystical powers more than medicines, and even more so in the people who live here, the dead dogs nailed to the beams of the houses with their shaved hair, the thin red ropes tied around the necks of the deceased, all the ancient rituals imaginable, but even then the situation does not get any better. These days, there are a lot of people who choose to commit suicide because they can't stand this oppressive atmosphere, some are old people, some are young teenagers, and of course there are also suicides among those who commit suicide.......

The Speechless Man looked sadly at the scene in front of him and smiled helplessly as he continued down the street, when a corpse truck in the distance caught his attention, and the corpses were thrown into the car like garbage by the corpse carrier, and the corpses on the cart were piled up in a haphazard manner, and if they could not fit the corpse carrier, they would stomp on top of the pile of corpses. Some of these corpse collectors did not even take any precautions, and wore a tattered coarse cloth shirt and a pair of torn pants to carry the corpse, while others were tightly wrapped, and all the protective measures that could be used were used on their bodies, but these people just stood on the sidelines and talked to themselves, and in addition to chatting, they would also kick the people who worked when they were lazy, and they could be regarded as doing something else.

Hollow eyes, thin yellow skin, and sunken, sickly faces indicate the identity of those who are working, and one of them, the Speechless, has seen him on the side of the street, a homeless beggar, who always hands him a large loaf of bread and some silver taels as he passes by. In the eyes of the officials, these people are no different from death, they don't want to waste their physical strength in vain, there is a ready-made labor force here, why should they do it? As for protective measures? There is no need at all, because these people have long been infected, and it doesn't matter whether they give it or not.

The homeless men coughed up blood and laboriously carried the bodies to the car, they didn't want to die, they wanted to live, they could have something to eat as long as they worked, and they might get the opportunity to be treated as long as they worked. What they didn't know, of course, was that these were just lies from the officials and the medical officers. Finally, the twenty or so corpses on the ground were loaded into the cart, and the homeless people collapsed on the ground and stared at the bread in the hands of the officials, who begged them to be merciful and give them some food, even if it was enough for a few scraps, because they were so hungry that they could not even utter a complete sentence.

The servant looked at the homeless man lying on the ground and whimpered like a dog and spat at those people in disgust, they didn't expect these fools to really believe what they said, and they worked so hard, maybe they saw that these guys were too pitiful, the official at the head took out six flatbreads from the bag and was about to hand them to those poor guys, but the adjutant on the side stopped him, and the adjutant thought that these people were going to die anyway, so there was no need to waste these grains, The man at the head heard the adjutant's words and thought for a moment, as if that was indeed the case, and then put the six flatbreads back in the bag, and felt deeply guilty for his stupid behavior just now.

The group of people lying on the ground looked at the flatbread that had been put back and the officials who wanted to leave, and they were angry, and these people squeezed out the last bit of strength in their bodies and rushed towards the officials, one hand grabbed the officials' trouser legs to prevent them from leaving, and the other hand reached for the bag containing the things around the officials' waists.

"Look for death!" The adjutant was enraged by these damn pariahs, clenched his fists and punched the guy's head with all his might, and the homeless man passed out with his head crooked, but the man's hand still tightly grasped the adjutant's trouser leg and refused to let go, and the already angry adjutant couldn't bear it anymore, pulled out the long knife on his waist and cut off the man's hand, and the hand he was holding naturally loosened.

Seeing this, the other officials also followed the leader's example, and the arms of the remaining five people were cut off one by one, and the captain, who was originally a little sympathetic to these people, also looked at the painful homeless people on the ground with a disgusted face, feeling that these guys were innocent of death, and he should not have such useless kindness to them. The crowd left the scene after making sure that there was no stain of these people's blood, leaving only six severed hands and six poor men waiting for the end of their lives.