Combining all the information, she roughly deduced that this place should be a village. From the distribution of bones and the ruins of walls, she could roughly estimate the size of the village. It was very large, with about hundreds of households.
A flood destroyed the village and killed many people.
She summoned the Nirvana Heavenly Fire to burn out the entire village's demonic energy, then spread her consciousness to thoroughly investigate the area.
Under the consciousness, those items buried deep in the ground surfaced in the sea of consciousness, once again confirming the speculation about the village and the flood.
Suddenly, a clay pot caught her attention. It was obviously a clay pot that had been buried artificially. There were several strange symbols engraved on the surface of the pot, and the bones inside were not normal, as if they had been boiled.
But those were human bones.
She simply dug the pottery pot out of the ground and checked it again. The human bones had indeed been boiled, and there was a mark on one of the ribs, which looked like a mark made by teeth.
The bones are small, probably those of a child.
Shao Haoyue felt a little cold in her heart. There had been cases of cannibalism in this village. Judging from the tooth marks, the gnawers were very hard and might be in an extremely crazy state.
Floods, cannibalism, evil spirits...
In years of famine, driven by the instinct to survive, people at the bottom cannibalism has happened in the history of every world.
Although this situation is tragic, it is still somewhat unjustifiable to produce demonic energy.
After thinking about it, she used the retrieval technique on the bones to travel back in time to see what happened some time before the deceased's death.
As the magic trick flowed into the bones, the scene in front of him changed, and when his vision became clear again, there was laughter in his ears.
"It's raining! It's raining!"
"Hahaha, it finally rained..."
Children in rags were playing barefoot in the rain, happily welcoming the heavy rain.
Next to Shao Haoyue is a little girl of four or five years old, with a round apple face and big black eyes like grapes, smart and cute.
Wearing a cloth shirt full of patches, she stood outside the yard, happily playing in the water.
She is the owner of the jar of bones.
An energetic voice came from the yard behind him, "Shuanzi, get back here, you have a cold. I don't have money to treat you and take medicine!"
Shao Haoyue looked back and saw a middle-aged woman wearing a coarse blue shirt standing under the eaves. Although her words were fierce, her eyes were full of joy.
Not far in front of the little girl, a boy who was playing in the water with his friends turned around and shouted: "Mom, it's such a hot summer, how can you get cold!"
In the yard next door, a woman with a round face smiled and poked her head out of the eaves, "Damn Shuanzi, stop scolding the children, don't talk about them, I want to rush into the rain. It's been seven months. It's been seven months." , not a drop of rain was seen! Oh, the millet in my field can survive!"
"Isn't that right?" the woman in blue clothes agreed, then looked at the children playing outside the courtyard and shouted: "Niuniu, when you come back, all the girls will go crazy too, it's outrageous!"
The little girl pouted and reluctantly returned to the courtyard and stood under the eaves with her mother. She stretched her little hands out of the eaves to catch the water and play with it.
The woman shook her head but did not stop him.
Outside, the laughter of the villagers continued, and many adults even rushed into the rain to feel the long-awaited heavy rain.
Shao Haoyue let go of her consciousness and felt the movement in the village. Under the mist of rain, houses with mud walls were in disorder. There was traffic in the distance, surrounded by mountains, and the gaps in the dry rice fields were filled with rainwater.
The careless man winked at the old man proudly, "I told you that the gods of Jinding Mountain can tell you. Old man, you still don't believe it. Look, did it start raining after the worship?"
The man laughing loudly called to the young man across the door, "Wenxuan, what does the book say about the four major joyous events in life, drought and rain?"
The thin young man was leaning against the door, wearing a straight green cloth. His temperament was very different from that of the villagers. Hearing this, he said with a smile: "Long drought brings sweet rain."
"Yes, that's right. After a long drought comes the rain. That's what we are talking about now. Wenxuan is still educated and scholars can talk, unlike us..."
When his consciousness swept across a house, he suddenly 'saw' a familiar face, the girl in the bubble dreamland carrying a basket full of pigweed.
Is the mortal consciousness in the bubble illusion related to this mortal world?
With a thought in her mind, she accelerated her search and quickly matched several faces with the consciousness in the bubble illusion, but some did not match.
The mortal consciousness in Bubble Fantasy comes from this world!
This thing was weird from beginning to end. She let go of her senses, listened carefully to the villagers' conversations, observed their behaviors, and slowly pieced together the situation in the village.
There are two surnames in the village: Lin and Zhang, as well as other surnames. The villagers have different personalities. Some are sneaky, some love to take advantage, some are straightforward and generous, some are aggressive and unruly, and some are cowardly and incompetent. But in general, this They are a group of simple and kind-hearted villagers.
It is common for neighbors to borrow things and help each other.
Niu Niu, the owner of the bones in the clay pot, is the youngest daughter of the Zhang Dapeng family. She has a fierce mother, a weak father, and a naughty brother. Although her parents favor their son, they rarely treat her daughter well, but they never criticize or abuse her harshly.
Shao Haoyue sighed softly. Ordinary girls, especially girls in this era, lived a miserable life. Girlhood was already a good time.
The only literate person in the village is a young man named Lin Wenxuan. He lost his mother when he was young and lived with his father. His father was once the only scholar in the village, so he also became literate.
Unfortunately, seven years ago, several families from the village went to the city for the market and encountered robbers on the way. His father cleverly diverted the robbers away, but unfortunately fell off a cliff and died while escaping.
Remembering his father's kindness, the people in the village were very kind to Lin Wenxuan. He grew up eating the food of hundreds of families. Almost every family in the village invited him to have dinner, especially the people surnamed Lin.
The village chief is named Lin, a kind old man. The girl carrying the pigweed is called Zhaodi. The family is very patriarchal. She goes out early and comes back late to work. She did not take a break despite the heavy rain for days, and is busy with household chores. …
The heavy rain continued for several days, and not only did it not stop, but the rain became more and more intense, and it became a torrential downpour.
The initial joy of the villagers turned to worry. Many people stood in the house, looking at the rain curtain with a sad face and sighing.
"Ouch, why doesn't the rain stop?"
"After the drought comes the flood. God, you won't give us poor people a way to survive..."
The elderly village chief organized the young men in the village to dig canals around the village to discharge floodwaters in the rain, and Lin Wenxuan also followed him wearing a raincoat.
(End of chapter)
