The tumbling smell makes people feel sick to their bones.
Yu Xifeng stepped on something that was soft, slippery, and even a little bouncy.
It's a piece of meat.
Yu Xifeng moved his feet away, expressionless.
"This, this is all--" Village Chief Liu's voice became hoarse.
These are all dead people.
The meat was cut into pieces, and empty tin cans were piled up next to it.
Yu Xifeng thought of the canned meat sent by the Ji family.
Tang Guian's face was filled with pain, and his beard kept twitching.
Tang Guian made great contributions in the fight against Huofeng Society, and Village Chief Liu gave him the cigarette as a reward.
Tang Guian's joy lasted only for a short time. In less than half a day, when he returned home, his parents' reproach and his daughter-in-law's collapse all weighed on his shoulders.
This was the second time his Mi Wa was lost.
Miwa was his only child.
He stopped the big wolf who wanted to lick the ground: "Cang Hui."
Cang Hui was stopped by Yu Xifeng and did not do anything to further provoke Tang Guian.
After Mi Wa, the next one to go was Tang Feng.
Tang Feng's father, Tang Changsheng, was also in the team.
He lowered his head and looked very unhappy.
Yu Xifeng's eyes swept across the house. The missing child and Zhang Qiu should not be in this room.
It's not that I recognized it.
It's broken into pieces like this, even its own mother wouldn't be able to recognize it.
But judging from the time, it should be too late. There are no instruments here, and dismembering a body is a physical job.
The smell here is too strong, and I don’t know if Cang Hui can still locate Zhang Qiu.
Canghui sniffed around and started to run inside, and Yu Xifeng followed him.
Many of the houses in the village are connected together and connected to each other.
This area of dilapidated buildings was also covered in gray, with a long corridor extending through it.
The room inside is much newer, and the walls and floors must have been painted recently.
The bright red dripped on it made it even more glaring.
"Oh my god, there's someone!"
“Ghost!!!”
The scene before me was horrifying.
In his previous life, Yu Xifeng had seen with his own eyes people being skewered on iron skewers and roasted over a fire.
The smoke from the fire, carrying the aroma of meat, went straight into people's noses.
None of them were as shocking as the scene before my eyes.
There is a room full of pottery, glass jars, and various earthenware jars.
Every container contains a person.
The glass jar suffered the greatest impact. A bloody mass could be seen inside, and the movement of internal organs could be vaguely seen.
"Wow--"
Some people vomited on the spot.
Compared to this room, the dismemberment scene over there seemed much more acceptable.
Many of the jars still have a faint smell.
How did you stuff it in?
How are you alive?
This matter cannot be thought about at all.
There were sounds of vomiting coming from behind.
Tang Guian rushed over, his face purple and red, but he still tried to identify the people inside.
“Ah—ah—ah.”
There are still people who can make sounds.
There is a hollow space in the mouth.
From the fuzzy and distorted tone, I could make out "Kill me."
Yu Xifeng drew his sword, turned his eyes away, and killed the man with one blow.
Many of the "jars" that still had their eyes on showed a look of anticipation.
Tang Guian also stopped.
His heart was broken. He wanted to find his daughter, but he was extremely afraid of finding her here.
Aunt Zhou sighed: "What a sin."
It is cruel to keep these "people" alive.
Finally, it was the village chief Liu who spoke up: "Bring the dog-head paste here, and I'll send them off."
Yu Xifeng put away his sword, but his heart was still unsettled.
The only thing that comforted her was that Zhang Qiu was not inside.
"Feng Feng!" Tang Changsheng screamed.
The missing boy with big eyes was also inside.
Tang Changsheng took a step forward, his legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground.
He burst into tears.
Canghui shouted in one direction.
Yu Xifeng bypassed Tang Changsheng and walked over despite the creepy gazes from the crowd above.
Of these "jars", only the eyeballs can move.
She found Zhang Qiu unconscious in a corner of a woodshed.
Yu Xifeng checked and found that the patient was still breathing, so he stepped aside and let Aunt Zhou come forward.
Zhang Qiu was here, but didn't see those children.
Aunt Zhou checked and said, "She was drugged, but she just fainted. She's fine. She'll be fine after a good night's sleep."
We will only know what happened when Zhang Qiu wakes up.
"My child..." someone said.
Zhang Qiu was found, Yu Xifeng nodded, and asked Cang Hui to smell the clothes in the villagers' hands.
Yu Xifeng turned around and glanced at Tang Changsheng who was still kneeling on the ground.
She casually mentioned: "How could the children in the village be caught so cleanly? I have been here for so many days and still cannot match the children with their parents. How can Huofeng Society know so clearly?"
Distance does not interfere with closeness, and Yu Xifeng stops at the right time.
Aunt Zhou stayed to accompany Zhang Qiu, while Yu Xifeng took Cang Hui on another trip.
This time there was no result, Cang Hui took everyone to a high ground.
There is nothing in sight from the high ground.
Yu Xifeng already had a guess when he saw the room full of jars.
This conjecture is too cruel to say out loud.
Those jars, although you can't look closely.
But it is undoubtedly beautiful, and it is a delicate, brutal art.
The person who decorated this room had an aesthetic that went against the world and abandoned humanity, and spent a lot of time and energy on it.
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