Shu Jue stayed in Linshui Village for more than two months.
Those people in the village took the trouble to come to ask for help every day, but in the end fewer and fewer people came.
In the end, almost every house in the huge village was empty. Those who still had people alive at home did not dare to go out anymore. They seemed to have resigned themselves to waiting for death at home.
The bodies of those who died were left undisposed of, leaving a putrid smell in their homes. Almost every household in the village had this unpleasant smell.
Compared with the liveliness when Shujue first arrived, the village today is also eerily silent during the day, looking desolate.
"Mom, I'm hungry."
"Mom, I'm hungry too."
The two little girls looked at their mother eagerly. They had not eaten anything for a whole day.
Wang looked at them, the helplessness in her eyes almost overflowing.
Her man was kidnapped by the group of people to apologize to the immortal, but the immortal did not forgive them. Her man died that night. His death was miserable. Like other people who died in the village, his body was not complete.
Ms. Wang had already had a premonition that her man would die, so she separated her two children, suppressed the fear in her heart, disposed of his body alone, and cleaned the house again.
When the two children asked where her father had gone, she said that he had gone hunting and would not be back for some time.
She has three children in total, the eldest is three years old, the youngest is two years old, the youngest cannot walk yet and has to be carried.
The village has been without food for a long time. Those whose families have died have had their food taken away by others. After finishing her own food, Wang went around the village again and found that almost all the houses were the same. The people are gone, the food at home is gone, and now there is really nothing to eat.
She wanted to go up the mountain to get some food, but the children were only that old, especially the youngest Laidi, and they couldn't live without her.
The mountains are not safe, and it is very unrealistic to take children to find food.
Looking at the children who were waiting for food, Wang's nose felt sore: "Zhao Di Pan Di, please be patient. When dad comes back, we will have something to eat."
Laidi in her arms didn't understand the current situation and cried for milk.
But Ms. Wang herself has been hungry for several days, where did she get the milk?
When the other two daughters weren't paying attention, she was so cruel that she simply bit off her finger and stuffed it into Laidi's mouth. The child was very hungry, so he hugged his mother's finger and began to suck.
Mrs. Wang hugged her, her gray complexion became a bit paler. She seemed not to feel the pain on her fingers. She held the child and rocked it gently, humming in a low voice: "Lai Di, don't cry anymore, mother is here." Woolen cloth……"
Looking at the scene in the yard, Shujue wanted to give Wang and her daughter some food.
But she can't.
So many people have "died" these days. Now, as long as the Wang family and her daughter also die, we will know where this realm came from.
After struggling in despair for several days, Wang finally fed Laidi a meal of "milk", covered her little daughter to death with tears in her eyes, and sent away Zhaodi and Pandi in their sleep - they had not been together for several days. The two children were extremely weak and did not struggle to eat.
The three children were lying side by side, looking peaceful, as if they were just asleep.
All kinds of past events came to mind, and the words "mother" seemed to be still in her ears. Looking at the child she had raised single-handedly, Wang burst into tears.
As she picked up the scissors and stabbed it into her heart, something seemed to shatter.
The place where Shu Jue was sitting was on the roof of Wang's house one moment, and turned into ruins the next.
Broken walls came into view, the uncollapsed earth walls were covered with moss, and the dilapidated hut stood among overgrown weeds, with only vines for company.
“This is the real Linshui Village.”
The river has long since dried up and the village is no longer a village.
Everything has gone through vicissitudes of life, and this place has become a drop in the ocean.
Following the route in her memory, Shujue finally found Zhen's natal family.
I don’t know how many years have passed, but the traces of the house being burned by the fire can still be seen.
"Sister Immortal, you are here."
Looking at Ayan who appeared behind him, Shujue nodded: "It is indeed you."
Ayan still looks like she did in the fantasy, thin and small, but her whole body exudes a terrifying hostility, "Sister Immortal, since you are here, take my bones away and reunite me with my mother. Bar."
Ayan's body was thrown halfway up Dongtou Mountain. Shujue and Yan Beizhou followed Ayan's resentful spirit and found her body.
There are many wild animals on the mountain, and her body has long been mutilated.
"It's okay." Ayan didn't seem to care much about her body and kicked her skull. "You just take it and bury it with my mother's bones. Oh, by the way, my leg bone Here--"
Ayan didn't care how they disposed of her bones, and seemed to have thought that their storage bags were not easy to hold the bones, so she said: "I heard that it is popular in some places to burn the bones, leaving only some dust as a souvenir. You can burn them. "
Seeing Shujue's hesitation, she said: "It doesn't matter, even if it's just a little bit of dust, I'll be satisfied if it can be buried with my mother."
Shu Jue then agreed, and with a snap of his fingers, the assembled bones instantly turned into ashes.
After collecting the ashes, the two of them returned to Zhen's natal home.
Ayan moved her fingers, and the dilapidated house returned to the way Shujue remembered it.
They were standing in the house, and another "Ayan" came in outside the house.
She was thrown into the house.
"You bastard, your mother will come and deal with you right after I deal with it!" The man said these words, closed the door and left without looking back.
Ayan, who was lying on the ground, raised her head tremblingly. Her little face was bruised and swollen, all showing traces of being beaten.
Looking at the man leaving, the resentment in Ayan's eyes almost solidified, but the injuries on her body were too severe. She lay weakly on the ground, not even having the strength to turn over.
"That man killed me." Ayan's expression remained unchanged, looking at herself lying on the ground, her voice was as calm as an outsider.
Yan Beizhou was stunned. The man just now must be Ayan's father, right?
"Oh, he is indeed my biological father." Ayan followed the man and floated out. Shujue and Yanbeizhou looked at each other and followed.
There was a whole room of people sitting in the hall.
The man sitting at the top was somewhat similar to Ayan. He was talking to Ayan's father, and below him was a woman kneeling. The woman's long hair was disheveled, covering her face, but Shujue could recognize it. It was Zhen. mother.
Her wrists were hanging unnaturally, and a slender ankle exposed through her disheveled clothes was bleeding.
Shujue couldn't hear what the two men were saying. She only saw Ayan's father laughing for a while, then stood up and grabbed Zhenniang's hair and lifted her out.
The severe pain brought the ashen-faced Zhenniang back to some consciousness. She began to struggle, her eyes fixed on the room where Ayan was thrown into.
"That person was my uncle. My mother ran back after being beaten unbearably. Unexpectedly, my uncle turned around and found someone to deliver a letter to my father, telling him that I was in Linshui Village with my mother."
Ayan's father led people to make trouble in Laishui Village, hoping that everyone in the village would know that Zhenniang had sneaked back without telling her husband's family. Later, he didn't know who started spreading the rumor that Li Zhenniang was carrying a man outside. He was caught stealing, so he ran back to Linshui Village for fear of being beaten.
Zhenniang was dragged to the entrance of the village by a man. It was during dinner time. A group of people gathered at the entrance of the village to watch the fun and pointed at her. No one came up to dissuade her.
Facing pairs of unfriendly eyes and faces full of malice, Zhenniang gave birth to mental grief and physical pain.
