Seeing Fang Zilan increase her strength, Awan quickly grabbed her wrist and dissuaded her: "If you really strangle him to death, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get any more news from Miss Yan'er."
Fang Zilan let go of his hand, threw the child to the ground, and said in a cold voice: "Take me to your adults."
Before she could finish her words, the child ran away crawling on the ground. After he ran some distance away, they followed him.
The child looked back at them while running forward, stumbling and falling several times along the way, and his knees drew blood.
Awan couldn't bear it a little, but seeing Fang Zilan's stern expression, she didn't dare to say anything, so she had no choice but to follow her and Lin Jian, chasing the child to a courtyard.
"Mom!" the child cried and ran in, but Fang Zilan did not follow directly, but stood outside the courtyard and listened silently in the corner.
Hearing the child's call, a thin female voice rang out, "Heng'er, why do you look like this? And where did you throw the silk handkerchief around your face?"
"There was a fierce sister who snatched my silk handkerchief and strangled my neck." The child said, raising his head and showing his neck to the woman in the courtyard.
The woman looked at the obvious red mark on his neck with distress, and was frightened and frightened, "How could it be? The road has not been closed, how could anyone come in?"
"Mom, it hurts!" The child cried even harder, and the woman's voice was filled with tears, "Who did it? I..."
Before she could finish her words, she heard a bang and the courtyard door was pushed open violently.
"I did it." Fang Zilan walked in unceremoniously, followed by Awan and Lin Jian.
As soon as the woman heard her confession, she immediately rushed over angrily, "Okay, I'll fight with you!"
However, before the woman could get to Fang Zilan, she was stopped in place by the plum sword in her hand, "Starting now, I will ask you to answer. If you can't answer or dare to tell lies, I will kill the child." One finger.”
"Who... are you?" The woman stared at the sword in front of her tremblingly, "How dare you... in broad daylight?"
"Why don't you dare?" Fang Zilan's lips curled up slightly, smiling evilly, "You also said just now that no one will be able to come in when the road is closed. Now that I'm in, I have no intention of going out. So even if I kill you, Who knows?"
"You madman!" The woman subconsciously pulled the child. In just one movement, Fang Zilan's sword had already cut off a section of her sleeve. "Try moving again."
The woman was so frightened that she didn't dare to move anymore. Even the child in her arms stopped crying. Both mother and child turned pale.
"Tell me, where did this silk handkerchief come from?" Fang Zilan took out the silk handkerchief and showed it in front of the woman. Her eyes widened suddenly, then she bit her lips and said, "This is the silk handkerchief I embroidered for Heng'er. If you like it, Just take it.”
"You're lying!" Awan couldn't help but interject, and the woman glared at her, "Why do you call me a liar?"
"This silk handkerchief..." A Wan was about to say something, but was interrupted by Fang Zilan, "This silk handkerchief is made of ice silk. The agarwood soaked in it not only prolongs life, but also protects life. It is a tribute to the palace. You Why is there?"
"I..." The woman hesitated for a moment, then Fang Zilan's sword was close to the child's hand, "It seems that your mother wants you to live without arms and legs."
"No!" The woman hugged the child tightly and raised her hand to protect her. Fang Zilan's sword made a long and thin wound on her arm.
The woman cried out in pain, Fang Zilan looked at her coldly, "Are you still lying?"
"I said, I said..." The woman staggered back two steps, "This silk handkerchief was given to Heng'er by a girl. She also said that this silk handkerchief can save her life, so I asked Heng'er to keep it with her. .”
Fang Zilan's sword followed her like a shadow, with no intention of letting her go, "Where is that girl now?"
The woman trembled like chaff and murmured in a low voice: "She...is dead..."
"Why did he die?" There was an imperceptible tremor in Fang Zilan's voice, and the woman did not dare to look up at her. "That girl was a medical woman. She came to the village to treat people. Later she found out that it was a plague. The village was infected with the disease. As there were more people, it became more and more serious, and the girl also got infected and died of the disease."
Fang Zilan's hand that wasn't holding the sword was hidden in her sleeve and clenched into a ball, her nails imprinting deep red crescents on her palm. She suppressed her emotions and asked in a deep voice: "Where is that girl buried?"
"I don't know." The woman shook her head. Fang Zilan swung his sword and struck the water tank not far behind her. There was a loud bang, and the water tank broke into pieces. The water inside poured over the woman, making her cold. Several sneezes.
"People who are infected with the epidemic will have high fever. I can understand if they are confused for a while." Fang Zilan's voice was as cold as ice, "Now, are you awake?"
As if she was suddenly stimulated, the woman pushed the child aside and yelled, "I'm not infected!"
"It's true that I can't shed tears until I see the coffin." Fang Zilan put her sword on the side of the child's neck with one hand, "Farewell forever."
"No!" The woman plopped down and knelt in front of Fang Zilan, "That girl is in the mass grave. All the dead people are there. If you don't believe it, you can go find her!"
Fang Zilan sheathed her sword, stepped forward, leaned down and grabbed the woman's collar fiercely. She gritted her teeth and said, "She came to save you, and you just threw her in a mass grave?"
"There is nothing we can do. There are so many people dying every day, and there are not even enough coffins." The woman burst into tears and complained almost sternly: "The road is closed and the mass graves are almost full. What do you want us to do? "
Hearing this, Awan turned her head away with red eyes. Lin Jian raised his hand to comfort him and neither put it down nor put it down. He had to be brave and said to Fang Zilan: "Master Fang, this is the end of the matter, why don't we forget about it?"
"Forget it?" Fang Zilan stood up straight and looked down at the woman, "If I go to the mass grave and can't find her and can't bring her back, then everyone in your village will be buried with her."
The woman stood there blankly, looking at her in disbelief, but saw her greet the other two people, then turned and left.
Fang Zilan walked quickly, and A Wan followed quickly while weeping silently. Lin Jian couldn't hold it in anymore and asked, "Master Fang, do you know where the mass grave is?"
"I don't know, but I will look for it." Fang Zilan kept walking, "Since all the dead people in the village are piled in mass graves, it must be the place where the corpse smell is the worst."
After she finished speaking, she suddenly stopped, stretched out her hand to hold Awan, gently wiped away her tears, and said warmly: "If little Awan doesn't cry, we will definitely find Miss Yan'er."
Awan sniffed and nodded vigorously, "I know, I won't cry."
Fang Zilan held her hand a little tighter, walked directly to the place where the smell of corpses was the strongest without stopping, and soon found the mass grave that the woman mentioned.
When the three of them saw the scene in front of them, they were all shocked and speechless. It was a mass grave rather than a death pit. There were countless corpses piled up and down in layers, covered with flies and maggots, and crows. The birds are flying around, it's terrible to see.
Lin Jian immediately tilted his head and vomited violently. Awan also shook off Fang Zilan's hand, took a few steps back and turned around to retching.
Only Fang Zilan glanced at the corpse at the bottom. The dried blood and rotten flesh attracted many crows to peck at it, and the white bones were vaguely visible. She felt that her eyes were black, she could only support her body with her sword, and said angrily: "Sure enough, it's all lies."
