It took a long time before it was their turn. After a few inquiries and a check of their identities, they were finally allowed to pass.
The two did not dare to stay any longer and hurried back with brisk steps.
Wen Xi couldn't wait to have water to drink for his family.
Some refugees saw the two women and wanted to rob them, but before they got close, Ye Erniang took out her big knife, carried it on her shoulder, and immediately scared away many people.
It seems that there are always people who bully the weak and fear the strong.
It was almost noon when the two of them arrived at the village entrance, and the water they had drunk before seemed to have been used up.
Wen Xi was walking on the road in the village and felt that today was very strange.
Although it was usually quite quiet as most villagers chose to sleep to reduce their activities, today there was a different kind of silence.
What's the difference?
When Wen Xi was puzzled, Ye Erniang raised her nose and said:
“The smell of blood!”
Then Wen Xi immediately noticed what was different, which was that the courtyard doors of every household were open.
Wen Xi ran to the nearest courtyard and walked in. All he saw were dead bodies lying on the ground. It was obvious that they had been robbed.
Wen Xi was so scared that she ran home quickly, repeating to herself, "I must stay alive, I must not get into any harm!"
The road was not far, but the closer they got, the heavier Wen Xi's steps became.
Ye Erniang knew what Wen Xi was afraid of, so she took the lead and walked in front. However, when she got there, the gate was open and an arm was resting on the threshold.
Ye Erniang knew from this scene that things were not looking good. She didn't know how to report this to Wen Xi.
Wen Xi expressed her gratitude for her master's willingness to go ahead. She kept a close eye on her master's expression, hoping she could smile and tell her that everyone was fine.
But no, that expression wasn't right.
Wen Xi shook his dizzy head and walked over.
Only when I reached the gate did I see clearly that it was Old Lady Du lying there. Her abdomen had been deeply slashed, the blood already dry and black. But her hands were still clinging to the door sill.
There were two people huddled together at the entrance of the main hall. They were Fang Qiang and Xiang Ye.
Fang Qiang's limbs were covered in blood, and Xiangye's clothes were disheveled, or rather, naked. The knife wound on her neck was very obvious. Her eyes were filled with despair.
"Aunt?"
Wen Xi yelled in a daze. She felt as if her aunt, with her eyes open, was still alive. So she couldn't help but push, but there was no response.
Wen Xi, like a ghost, slowly stood up and walked into the main hall. The figure that came into view pierced her heart deeply.
Mao was also lying naked on the ground, with the same knife wound on her neck, her eyes fixed on the door.
"Mom? Xi'er is back, why are you lying on the ground? No matter how cool it is, you can't lie on the ground. Mom..."
The scene was too brutal. Wen Xi couldn't imagine what her mother had endured. Especially her naked lower body, which almost tore at every inch of her skin. Even her blood was boiling.
Wen Xi couldn't accept this scene, so she knelt down, pretending to be stupid. She angrily adjusted Mao's clothes, as if she wished they had never been taken off, and then tried to pick her up. Unfortunately, either her arms fell off or her head drooped backward.
"Mom, why are you so disobedient? I told you not to lie on the ground."
Ye Erniang couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed Wen Xi's shoulders from behind: "Xi'er..."
Wen Xicai seemed to be under a spell and stood there, muttering:
"Dead? All dead?"
Then he shook Mao like crazy, crying:
"Why? Why did you abandon me? Why didn't you wait for me? Didn't I tell you to wait for me when I left? I would bring the water back soon? Mother... Mother, why? Why?"
Mao's hand fell to the ground when she shook it, and something slipped out of her hand. Wen Xi pulled it out and saw it was the first piece of embroidery she had given her after learning it: a lotus handkerchief.
Wen Xi didn't know why she was holding the handkerchief at this time, but it was not difficult to guess that she was thinking of him at that time.
The pain in my heart is so intense I can't breathe. I regret not being there with everyone. Why did I have to go get water? If we're going to die, let's die together. I'm tired of living this life anyway.
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