"stop!"
Seeing that the ashes were about to be kicked away, Song Xin couldn't help but rush over with an arrow and directly knocked the man away. The soldier was caught off guard and screamed, falling head and feet into the pool. A mouthful of smelly green liquid was poured into his mouth. Unable to bear the rising acid in his stomach, he spurted out a mouthful of stomach acid.
Song Xin hugged the ashes with her arms, not even daring to breathe, and said in a suppressed voice: "Cousin, bring me a jar, quickly!"
Before everyone could recover from what had just happened, Song Xin looked at Song Ya and said again: "Give me a jar!"
"Oh." Song Ya took out an empty water bag from his arms.
"This is fine too." He carefully put away the ashes and wiped the sweat from his forehead. While cleaning up the dust, he found a piece of white jade and a piece of white bone inside. He didn't know what it was, so he put it away first.
He looked at Song Ya and Wei Tong and said, "You are saved!"
"Is it saved?" Song Ya and Wei Tong looked at each other, not understanding what Song Xin was talking about.
"The banshee's hair is extremely poisonous. If not treated, you will turn into monsters."
"What!?" Song Ya's face turned pale when he heard this.
"But fortunately, the banshee's ashes can cure the poisonous gas."
Song Ya's mood felt as if he had fallen to the bottom of a valley and then flew up to a high mountain. He was a little dizzy for a while. Song Xin told them the names of several common herbs and asked them to pound them and add ashes to make pills for the injured to take to detoxify.
It's just that this pill really doesn't look good, it looks like a clay pill.
The wounds of Song Ya and Wei Tong were already somewhat swollen and had not deteriorated further.
At this time, the man who had been knocked into the water by Song Xin suddenly shouted.
"Quick...here is it, there is..." Everyone turned to look and saw that he had a skull head in his hand...
Song Xin remembered Wan Sheng Lu's comment that this soul-eating owl had a habit of collecting human heads, and he had seen it just now. He took a spear and plunged it into the water. He found that it was only a foot and a half deep.
The water was extremely turbid and smelly, so I picked up an object. Everyone looked through the dim light and saw that it was actually a skull.
"I'm afraid this water is full of human heads. This monster likes to cut off human heads and collect them for fun..."
Song Ya walked to the water's edge and gently explored it with a wooden branch. "This water is full of round objects, I'm afraid they are all."
He picked one up at random and found that it was a human head that had not completely rotted. It looked like a young man between eighteen and nineteen years old. One eye had no flesh and the other eye was swollen with blisters. , that eye was staring straight at Song Ya.
Song Ya was also very nervous at first. He was frightened by this sound and his skull fell into the water with a splash, causing a fishy splash.
"Team...Team leader, I...I can't stand up."
The man who was still sitting in the water was so frightened that he couldn't straighten his legs and whispered with a sad face.
Everyone came to their senses and saw that the soldier was still soaking in the water.
Song Xin handed him a wooden stick with an apologetic look and pulled him up. "Brother, I'm really sorry. It was an emergency just now..."
"Okay... easy to say..." The man was still shaking like chaff.
After checking his whole body, he found that there were no wounds, but as a precaution, Song Xin kneaded the medicine he had just made into a ball of mud.
"If you eat this, what if you get poisoned?"
"This...is this edible?" The man saw the dark mud ball and refused to take it.
"We have a powerful immortal named Jigong who always rubs clay balls on his body to treat people's illnesses. This one tastes much better than his clay balls. Eat it." Song Xin looked serious.
"It's delicious...Why don't you eat it...Oh, okay..." The man took it with a helpless face, raised his head and ate it, and then a tear fell from the corner of his eye...
This taste is really hard to describe in words.
"There's another person here!" a soldier suddenly shouted, his wooden stick probing a submerged body.
"I'm not Wei Qi, right?"
When it was salvaged, it turned out to be Wei Qi.
All the clothes on his body were stripped off by monsters, and his skin was white from the smelly blisters.
"Still breathing!" After fishing it out, a soldier found that Wei Qi's body was still undulating slightly.
Song Xin glanced at Song Ya and Wei Tong. "Save or not?"
Wei Tongtong: "Since he's not dead, let's save him."
Song Xin stepped forward and checked Wei Qi, but found no wounds.
"How did he escape the soul-eating mandrill..." Song Xin wondered for a while. At this time, he turned his head and glanced at Tuoye. Her eyes seemed to be a little happy, but also a little regretful.
An hour later, all the heads in the water were fished out. After the inventory was completed, it was discovered that there were a total of 302 human heads in the water. Some have turned into bones and were killed a long time ago; some still have flesh and hair, and they must have been killed by the Soul-Eating Owl recently, but their bodies are all gone, and they must have been devoured cleanly.
Among the heads, Wei Qi's guards and concubine Qiu'er were prominently listed.
"Pile them on the ground outside and light them on fire." Wei Tong sighed and ordered.
Without saying much, everyone simply divided the work. Some people went to pile firewood, while others went to move the skulls.
"Damn monster, it has caused so many lives!" A man who was salvaging couldn't help but cursed.
Everyone listened and remained silent.
There are more than three hundred people, and they all have stories behind them. They all were born in this world, and they all had laughter and sorrow, but the last thing left in this world is a pile of ashes. Perhaps their wives and children are still waiting for them to return home, or perhaps, when they are old and old, there is no trace of their loved ones, and they don’t even know where to look for them.
Silently, the skulls were piled on the firewood. Finally, Song Ya and Wei Tong lifted the slain brother Li Cheng and gently placed them on the top of the pile of firewood.
He slowly stepped away, took the torch from his colleague, then stepped forward to light the firewood.
As the fire grew stronger, Song Ya took a few steps back. He knelt down, lowered his head, and sang in a low voice:
"The dew on the Xue leaves, why is it so good? The dew will fall again in the Ming Dynasty. When will people return after they die?" (Xue's pronunciation is the same as "Xie")
Everyone raised the torches and then put them down gently. The thick smoke from the torches and firewood seemed to carry these innocent souls with them to death. Everyone kept singing in a low voice: "When a person dies, he will return. When a person dies, he will return."
Song Ya came from it sadly and continued to sing: "Whose land is there in the wormwood? There is no wise man or fool to gather souls. Why does the ghost uncle urge me? Human life must be hesitant..."
Everyone raised their torches again and said, "Uncle Gui, why are you urging me to do this? People's lives must be hesitant."
After singing like this for half an hour, the fire was raging and could burn the bodies of the victims, but could this fire burn away the evil thoughts in the world...
Everyone watched silently as the fire burned out. The ashes and firewood were mixed into a big pile, making it difficult to distinguish.
Song Ya finally shouted: "Ashes return to ashes, dust returns to dust."
Everyone repeated: "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust! Have a good journey..."
Song Ya and Wei Tong looked at Li Cheng who was burned to ashes, and shed tears, "Brother, let's go."
Song Xin watched all this silently. When the hundreds of heads were picked up, he was extremely shocked. He did not expect that the dangers of the world would be presented to him in such a white and white manner, without making him any preparation.
These ashes will eventually be blown away by the wind and turned into nutrients in the soil, and new plants will grow next year. Will the evil in the world grow like wild weeds from the ashes of the dead?
Song Xin thought blankly, thinking of the people who bullied and hurt him in his two lives. I thought of Song Chou, I thought of Zhai Qianqian...
"Why are monsters not punished by heaven for eating people?"
"Is this so-called heavenly punishment aimed at practitioners? Is it possible that monsters are here to increase luck for practitioners? But what about these innocent people..." When planting the spiritual core source seed, Yu Ji did not tell him that practicing It's just like entering a bigger prison.
He raised his head and glanced at the sky, only to be greeted with silence.
Only the song "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust" still echoes between heaven and earth.
Song Ya walked silently beside him at this time and patted his shoulder. "Cousin, the funeral is over, let's continue on our way."
"Um"
Song Ya asked: "How to deal with this cave?"
"There used to be a monster in this cave that used mana to block the water flow. Now that the monster is dead, the mana has disappeared. It will slowly collapse by the underground spring water and turn into a deep puddle."
"That's good, it saves us having to fill it in again."
"Let's go."
"Um"
