A few days passed, and fortunately, except for the dead Xiaodou, no one in the yard showed any signs of bayberry infection.
Fever, rash, bayberry...nothing, everyone is healthy.
Even Qingping, who was closest to Xiaodou at that time, was not infected with bayberry. She was really lucky.
It can even be said to be weirdly lucky.
Ah Sha breathed a sigh of relief, but still felt something was wrong. Back then, bayberry was extremely contagious and spread throughout Dingzhou in a few days. How come none of them who are so close to Xiaodou are infected with bayberry now?
You must know that everyone who encountered emerald red blood later developed bayberry sores, and some were thrown into mass graves by the madam before they could even die.
Leaving aside the others, Qingping should not have survived. After all, she was directly exposed to Xiaodou's dirty blood.
What's wrong?
Ah Sha felt like he was in a dream, and everything he had now was just a illusory and extremely hateful dream.
But she couldn't wake up, she was already in it.
After confirming that no one had any dangerous symptoms, Ah Sha took the money, a bamboo hat, and two boys and prepared to go out for a visit and purchase some supplies.
So many people are frugal these days, but after all, the kitchen has not been prepared in advance, and the food has already run out.
This morning they all drank rice soup with only a few grains of rice, and their stomachs were almost starving.
There was a slight drizzle in Dingzhou in the early morning. Ah Sha and the others unlocked the door, pushed open the door, held up their umbrellas and walked into the hazy drizzle.
In the drizzle, Ah Sha saw an unforgettable sight.
There were many motionless and seemingly lifeless bodies lying on the street.
Those are people, or rather, they were people.
The raindrops fell on the ground and soon gathered into small streams flowing lower along the road. They fell so gently on the umbrella.
Good rain knows the season, when spring is here. Sneaked into the night wind, moisten things silently.
The vitality after the disaster should have flourished with the arrival of rain.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, but when the soft raindrops fell on those people lying motionless on the ground, they seemed to be frightened by the wind and rain. They looked up at the sky in a daze. He opened his mouth and stood there blankly facing the sudden wind and rain.
When they were all wet, they suddenly rolled on the ground holding their stomachs.
They seemed to be itching, and each one of them was like a snake that was shedding its skin uncomfortably. However, the snake shed its skin, while these people shed their skin and all their flesh.
Soon their bodies were covered with mud, and as they tore apart, A-Shame could clearly see black sores as big as bayberries on their bodies.
They rolled in the dirty rain, their mouths wide open. They obviously didn't make any sound, but Ah Sha seemed to hear them repeating and mechanically uttering the same murmur from those wide-open mouths: It hurts, it hurts!
They were not whispering, they were screaming. Because the pain was too much, they had no extra words. They were just shouting: It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!
The screams of pain went straight to the soul, and A-Shame's head couldn't help but hurt.
But they seemed to have lost the ability to make sounds. They just rolled on the ground silently, digging hard at the flesh on their bodies with their hands. There was no sound, and probably no pain, but Ah Sha could hear their misery from their pain. Yelling and asking for help.
Their screams gradually became louder and turned into chants like mantras, which were poured into people's brains and lingered for a long time.
But they clearly have no sound, why can I still hear them?
Ah Sha looked pale.
The ground was littered with bloody pieces of meat, and there was so much blood underneath the pale meat. The black and red blood flowed everywhere along with the rain, and the entire Dingzhou turned into a slaughterhouse.
These vaguely human-like things were crawling aimlessly on the ground, all saying "It hurts" and "It hurts".
Even though it hurt so much, their hands continued to tear off pieces of flesh and skin from their bodies.
Later, the gaps between the fingers were filled with flesh scraps, and the nails became dull and could no longer be torn apart. These things that were already inhuman and inhuman stared at the bones of their hands, and then, as if possessed by an evil spirit, they exposed their snow-white bones and fingernails. The ground was polished repeatedly until the whole hand turned white due to blood loss. The nails made a harsh and acidic sound when grinding against the stone, and they refused to stop.
The rain gradually became heavier, the sky and the earth shook, heavy rain poured down, the ground was bloody, and there were lonely ghosts.
It rained heavily, but there was still a pale sun hanging above the head. The sunlight flowed along the rain and reflected on the cracks of the bricks, and the coldness climbed up the bones and climbed up the body.
The cold wind that poured in during the breath was like a knife, scratching the person's throat inch by inch. It was like the air was mixed with the smell of blood that could not be dissipated.
The flesh and blood rolled to the ground, stained with mud, and became blacker than ink on the ground. It melted into the rain and flowed like a painful river.
Asham seemed to be able to see many souls covered in mud in the mire. They were naked, beating and biting each other angrily, leaving each other's bodies in pieces.
Angry people can never be saved. They can only curse, shout, roar and roar in the endless abyss...
The umbrella fell to the ground, and Ah Sha's face turned pale. He felt dizzy and nauseated, as if his internal organs were about to be squeezed out of his chest and lifted out of his throat.
"vomit……!"
She lay on the ground and retched for a while. The rainwater choked her throat. She desperately coughed out the blood that did not exist in her throat. The rainwater and cold sweat soaked her clothes.
An umbrella covered Ah Sha's head, shielding her from the increasingly heavy rain.
Ah Sha looked up and saw Wang Xiaotai holding a huge umbrella and silently looking at the hell on earth in front of her.
"It was you, you did it, right! Why did you do this! What on earth are you going to do!"
With a flash of inspiration, Ah Sha thought of Wang Xiaotai who came to her for no reason and told her that he would give her the entire Dingzhou City. It must be her!
Fuyao Empress with evil intentions!
Wang Xiaotai looked at the embarrassed girl in front of her, tilted the umbrella in her direction, and opened up a piece of sky so that Ah Sha could see the area covered by her umbrella. "Look at them, do you still think I did this?" What?
“All mortals must die, and mortals will take care of themselves.
"I'm here to save you, why don't you believe me?"
Ah Sha raised his head and saw that in the houses on both sides of the street, every room was brightly lit. Familiar neighbors were crowded in the windows, silently watching the suffering of similar people not far away.
Warm light shines on everyone's back. They turn their backs to the light and are in darkness. They seem to have been accustomed to these tragedies and are just silent.
No one opens the door to their compatriots, no one holds an umbrella for them.
Just indifference.
Just numb.
Just don't care.
"Why don't they come out to save them?" Ah Sha asked blankly.
"How to save?"
Wang Xiaotai raised her umbrella slightly and looked at the people who were peeping out of the windows at the miserable situation on the street. She raised the corners of her mouth mockingly and said softly, "This is a dirty disease."
No one wants to soil themselves.
Thank you, getting rich is just around the corner. Those who need me need the support of my classmates’ monthly tickets!
(End of chapter)
