The Mujia southbound group continued to hurry, at this time it was the height of summer, the southern Xinjiang was scorching, and everyone came from the Central Plains, feeling quite uncomfortable.

"I knew that it was so hot in southern Xinjiang, and the fat man wouldn't come, unless I was given a gold mountain, I could consider it. The fat man said shirtless, covered in oil, panting.

"It would be nice if there were small villages nearby so we could take a break. Anguqi was powerless, he was also uncomfortably hot, but he didn't walk bare-chested like a fat man.

This place is barren, full of bare rocks and yellow sand, it is simply a small desert, no wonder there are no people. Finding a shade plant in this "little desert" is a luxury.

Suddenly, Zhen Zheng found a hazy shadow in front of him, which seemed to be a house, and the scale seemed to be a village. The Mu family's southbound group suddenly became excited, but An Guqi splashed a basin of cold water over: "Don't be too happy, this may be a mirage, and the surname of the village in this kind of place may be too small." ”

Everyone seems to be accustomed to An Guqi's hobby of "pouring cold water", and they don't refute it, although they know that An Guqi makes sense, but they still have a glimmer of hope in their hearts.

Walking in, everyone was very excited, Anguqi's "cold water" was not splashed, there is indeed a village here, with a population of more than 100 households, which is a relatively large village within a radius of 100 miles.

Everyone walked into the village, found that the houses were dilapidated, the people's livelihood was withered, there were almost no people on the road, it was rare to find a lonely old man, only to know that there had been no rain here for two years, the fields were cracked and could not be planted, and there were no mountains and forests around to hunt, people almost had no way to live, and fled from the village one after another, leaving behind the lonely, old, sick and disabled, just waiting for death.

Everyone sighed that Anguqi's "cold water" was not completely unsplashed, but it was better to encounter a village with almost no people than nothing.

The Mu family southbound group found a compound, the house had already been empty, everyone went into the house to rest and escape the heat, the house was covered with cobwebs, a thick layer of dust on the ground, there was nothing valuable in the house, only an empty shell, it seemed that the owner had been gone for several years.

Suddenly, Jian Xuan noticed a figure flashing through the broken window, and chased out, but the figure had disappeared. The master of the sword Xuanyi was bold and continued to search for the other rooms, he knew that the person was still in this compound.

Mu Lian ordered everyone to stay in the courtyard together, not to get separated, and not to enter the room at will, just in case.

In the courtyard, they found traces of charcoal burning, and the wooden frame that supported it was burned into charcoal, and charred branches and dead grass were faintly visible around it.

"Ahh A terrible cry came from the depths of the mansion, and everyone ran to it.

Jian Xuan caught the figure, but it was just a poor old man, his face was stained, his clothes were tattered, his bones were as thin as wood, and his eyes were full of fear.

Everyone comforted the old man and gave him some food, but the old man devoured it, and he didn't know how many days he hadn't eaten a full meal. The old man claimed to be the old slave of this family, the head of the family was surnamed Li, the largest landlord in the village, and two years ago there were hundreds of miles of fertile fields, half of which were the fields of the Li family.

"It all started with that. The old man sighed, his eyes full of pain.

"The lord has a daughter, who was originally married to the son of the village chief, and the young lady grew up to be Chengren, but when she reached the age of marriage, she was found to be pregnant. It turned out that a young servant in the family had done it, and the old man was furious, and beat the young servant to death despite the young lady's plea. Unmarried pregnancy is unclean, and it can be sentenced to capital punishment in southern Xinjiang, especially if the young lady already has a husband and has an affair with her next generation, it is even more unforgivable. The village chief felt very embarrassed, and asked the old man to burn the young lady to the people. The old man refused, the village chief gathered the villagers to make trouble, the old man was beaten to death in the chaos, and the young lady was tied to a wooden stake by the village chief and burned alive, just in the yard. Zhen Zheng thought that the ashes in the courtyard were actually left by burning at the stake.

"The master is dead, the young lady is also dead, the servants are all scattered, the master is kind to me, I want to stay and take care of the compound, I don't want the Li family to disappear from the world. Who knew that the village chief had seized the lord's land, distributed part of the land to the villagers who helped him, and also seized the lord's house and property, and drove me out. In fact, the village chief just wanted to get the lord's property and land. Since that day, it has never rained for hundreds of miles. One day, the village chief actually walked to the stake of fire, smirked, and finally laughed and ran out of the village without a trace. The old man made the story clear in one go.

After hearing this, everyone felt that this must be the unjust souls of the Li family's father and daughter coming back to take revenge, but it only affected some innocent villagers. An Guqi frowned and looked at the old man, "Do you know where the bodies of the Li family's father and daughter are buried?"

"It's on a hillside to the west of the village. The old man replied.

"You take us to see it, maybe I know the reason why there is no rain in this place for so long. An Guqi nodded.

When the old man heard this, he couldn't hide his excitement, and his body almost trembled.

They followed the old man to the hillside and found two lonely graves, one of which was overgrown with weeds, while the other was barren.

"Jian Xuan, use sword qi to split these two tombs. An Guqi almost ordered.

"Gongzi An, wouldn't it be disrespectful to the deceased to do this?" Jian Xuan said awkwardly, he really didn't want to use his proud sword qi to do such a thing as digging graves, so he found an excuse.

"Since the person is dead, leaving an empty skin, the soul has already been reincarnated, and besides, I just let you dig the grave, not let you whip the corpse and dig it!" An Guqi said unceremoniously.

The last time he encountered Cannibal Creek, it was An Guqi who saved Jian Xuan's life, and Jian Xuan was extremely polite to An Guqi because of this, and An Guqi seemed to be not polite to the polite Jian Xuan at all, and often instructed him to do this and that.

Jian Xuanyi gritted his teeth and quickly pulled out the Xuantie sword, Zhen Zheng saw a sword light slashing on the two lonely graves, the earth and stones splashed, and the tomb bag was razed, revealing two decaying coffins.

The two guards of the Mu family opened the lid of the coffin, the stench was in the nose, one of the coffins was a man, and the person in the other coffin was almost burned to charcoal, judging from the height, it should be a woman, undoubtedly the father and daughter of the Li family.

"No, there's one missing!" said An Guqi.

Everyone is puzzled, the father and daughter of the Li family are here, who is missing?

"The child in Miss Li's belly is gone. If I'm not mistaken, the bane of the drought is that child. An Guqi frowned.

Only then did everyone notice that Miss Li's belly was indeed not big, and there were signs of damage, as if something had crawled out of her belly. The strange atmosphere spread quietly, and the atmosphere began to be depressed, could it really be that child, after Miss Li was burned to death, crawled out of her belly? How could it be, Miss Li died and how could the child in her belly still be alive?

"Lao An, don't scare us, how can the child survive under the burning fire, maybe the village people took the child out. "The fat man is as timid as a mouse and does not want to believe it.

"If I'm not mistaken, although the child died, but after his death, he absorbed his mother's resentment and turned into a drought, as evidenced by the fact that Miss Li's grave did not grow grass, and the grave of the drought. The drought is abused, but because the child is too young, the drought that is turned into is not too strong, and it can only affect the land of a hundred miles. Anguqi sighed.

Zhen Zheng frowned, he also knew something about the drought, the book has different theories about the formation of the drought, one says that the drought, one says that the drought, one says that the drought, one says that the drought, one says that the bones of the dead are the drought, and the "Spring and Autumn Dew: Asking for Rain" says that when asking for rain, it is necessary to "take the bones of the dead and bury them"; one says that the drought, which is a monster born by a woman, "Pingzhou can talk" It is said that some women can give birth to a monster like a ghost, and if you don't catch it, it will fly away, and this is a drought. Either way, droughts are closely associated with drought.

"Whew. It seemed to be a beast's roar coming from afar, "Ah, look there, ghost!" cried the fat ghost, raising his hand to the top of the hill.

Everyone looked and saw a figure standing on the top of the slope, three feet tall, just in line with the height of a child, its appearance was hideous, it could be described as a green-faced fanged rakshasa. The drought fish kept roaring at everyone, especially staring at the old man, his eyes were bloodshot. Suddenly, the drought fish flew up and rushed towards the old man, Jian Xuan pulled out the Xuantie sword to protect the old man, and swirled around with the drought fish, although his sword qi was powerful, but the drought fish dodged left and right, and easily dodged.

It seems that the target of the drought attack is only the old man, and he doesn't care much about the others, An Guqi suddenly focused his eyes and stared at the old man beside him, does the old man have something to hide, no, could it be ......

An Guqi grabbed the old man and scolded angrily, "Come on, who are you?" Everyone was confused by An Guqi, and they didn't understand why he was suddenly unreasonable to the old man, but no one stopped him, wanting to see what was going on.

The old man's face turned red, and he kept claiming that he was an old slave of the Li family. "Since you won't tell the truth, I'll throw you to the drought. After saying that, An Guqi was about to throw it.

"Don't, don't, I said, I said it's not okay. The old man's face was full of horror, and he hurriedly said, "I, I am actually the village head, I coveted the Li family's fields, killed the Li family's father and daughter, but I didn't expect that the world was in a great drought, not only the fields were barren, but even the village was affected by the pond fish." I am unwilling to stay in the Li family, hoping to meet Ganlin for a long time and all things will be reborn. There is no old slave in the Li family at all, I am, I really shouldn't be greedy, I shouldn't be greedy!" The old man was really frightened, and explained it clearly in one breath.

Everyone didn't expect to be deceived by the old man all the time, the culprit was beside him, no wonder the drought only attacked him, it turned out that the enemy was very red when they met.

Jian Xuan also stopped attacking, since the old man was a murderer, he deserved to be killed by the drought fish, and he did not deserve sympathy. The old man knelt down and hugged An Guqi's legs, crying and shouting for help, An Guqi said in disgust: "Killing people pays for their lives, people must pay for what they do, if you can leave here after the drought kills you and bring rain to this land, I will not stop it." "Anguqi also said this to the drought, and the wisdom of the drough is also extremely high, and he can understand human speech completely.

"Whew!," the drums howled in agreement.

"You can't do this, you are seeking money and killing people, and you want to swallow this hundred miles of land, I want to ...... Ahh

It is indeed a sin of heaven, which is forgivable, but a sin of oneself cannot live.

Drought looked at everyone, as if to express gratitude, turned to the two lonely graves and bowed deeply, like a child leaving his parents, very reluctant, and finally flew into the air, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight, and soon, this hundred miles of land ushered in two years of Ganlin.