Chapter 324 Jinjiang
After Yan Shixun discovered many skulls in the grass, the King of Hell simply swept away all the weeds outside the charity cemetery with a fan.
The scent of green juice from broken grass stalks filled the air, mixed with the stench of decay.
And in the open space without the weeds covering it, all the skulls finally had nowhere to hide and were revealed before Yan Shixun's eyes.
In addition to the skull, he also found animal footprints on the muddy ground, which should have been left by the wolves he had seen before.
Yan Shixun checked outside the charity cemetery and found that there were dozens of skulls, including those that could be seen with the naked eye and those that could be dug out.
Some of the skulls had been smashed to pieces, with only half of them left when they were found, while others still had huge cracks, and it was obvious that they had been hit by heavy objects by someone else.
Only a few skulls remain intact.
Among them, some of the skulls were small and turned out to be children's bones.
Such a scene made Yan Shixun feel as if he was suffocating under the weight of those skulls before he actually entered the charity cemetery.
The purpose of a charity cemetery is to house corpses, giving people a final bit of dignity after death so they can pass away with dignity.
At the very least, in that era when people believed in ghosts and gods, it prevented the dead bodies from being exposed in the wilderness and provided comfort to the families of the deceased.
But less than a hundred meters away from the charity cemetery, skulls of adults and children were scattered everywhere...
And there was only a skull, no other bones.
The body was separated.
This scene hurt Yan Shixun's eyes.
He was still wondering if it was the wild wolves that roamed around here that had eaten the corpses in the charity cemetery a long time ago and thrown the skulls out like garbage.
But after a rough look, he found no signs of gnawing on the skulls.
Although it is possible that due to the long time, all the traces left at that time have been covered up and can no longer be verified. However, Yan Shixun still did not completely dispel his concerns about this speculation, but kept it in his heart.
When he slowly stood up, Ye Li put his hands under his armpits, half-hugged him in his arms and pulled him up, worried that he would get dizzy from squatting for a long time.
The King of Hell also noticed that Yan Shixun was struggling to hold on.
The person who was already seriously injured and exhausted, before he could fully rest, was nervous and worked intensively again...
The King of Hell sighed silently, not understanding what the Dao was trying to do.
He walked over, bent down gently, picked up a skull from the mud at Yan Shixun's feet, and stared at it quietly.
After a while, the King of Hell's expression gradually became serious, and he said, "The underworld has no information about them."
He looked up in astonishment and looked at Ye Li: "In this case, there is only one possibility - they are not under the jurisdiction of the underworld, but belong to Fengdu."
Ye Li frowned and looked down at the skulls.
But then, his eyebrows were slightly stunned, and he said with some surprise: "No, Fengdu doesn't have any information about them either."
Such an abnormality made the two ghosts see surprise and seriousness on each other's faces when they looked at each other.
The Lord of Fengdu is in charge of death and judgment. Even if the corpse is rotten to the point where only a few broken bones remain, he can still see from them the past and present lives of the owner of the corpse, and the karma and sins that the soul carries.
Nothing escapes his eyes.
That's how it should be.
But now, the King of Hell saw that Yan Shixun was tired and wanted to help him reduce some of his burden, at least to find out the identities and causes of death of these people.
But I didn't expect that it would lead to such a strange thing.
They are neither under the jurisdiction of Fengdu nor belong to the underworld... So where did the souls of these people go after they died? What were their identities when they were alive?
How is it possible for any soul to escape from the only two places that preside over death?
"Now there are only a few possibilities left."
The unexpected event immediately made the King of Hell serious.
He looked at Yan Shixun, stretched out his fair and slender hand, and listed the possibilities for Yan Shixun one by one.
"Or, the deaths of these people are related to the Great Dao, so all the gods and ghosts under the Great Dao cannot understand the life and death of these people. Although Ye Li is the only ghost god left now, he has not inherited the Great Dao after all. This difference makes a huge difference. Ye Li cannot see through the things that the Great Dao intentionally does not want any existence to know."
"Either, their deaths were caused by Yeli himself. Or, it was related to Yeli itself."
The King of Hell said solemnly: "Even ghosts and gods find it difficult to see through things that concern themselves."
Just like when he escaped from the Great Dao a hundred years ago, he could not predict his future, let alone expect that the Great Dao would place its last chance of survival on the evil ghost entering its bones, and actually win.
——However, if the King of Hell could have seen what is happening now a hundred years ago, he would definitely refuse to admit that a little fool like Zhang Wubing could be himself.
After listening to the King of Hell's analysis, Yan Shixun immediately reacted: "Since there is no information about them in either place, does that mean that no ghost messenger will discover their existence and lead them to reincarnation?"
The King of Hell nodded and said, "Unless their souls take the initiative to find the underworld messenger after death, or by chance they walk onto the underworld road and head to the underworld, otherwise, they cannot be reincarnated."
"But looking at this..."
The King of Hell lowered his head and looked at the skull at his feet: "The body is incomplete. The most important part, the skull, especially the top of the head, was almost smashed to pieces."
He paused, still reluctantly saying: "It is almost impossible to leave here."
Yan Shixun was silent.
Thanks to the evidence from the two ghosts in charge of death, he suddenly realized that there must be another hidden story behind the plague deaths that the village chief mentioned more than a hundred years ago.
Yan Shixun didn't believe that Ye Li would come here to kill people a hundred years ago. Based on his understanding of Ye Li, the other party had no feelings for the human world at all and was completely indifferent and kept out of the matter.
In this state, although Ye Li disliked the human world, he did not hate it, and would not come here specifically to kill a few people.
The Lord of Fengdu would not be like this.
And the Avenue...
The Avenue once fell on Yan Shixun's shoulders and stayed with him, showing him the land of Kyushu and gently asking him to save all living things.
Although Yan Shixun is not the Tao itself, he thinks he more or less understands the Tao's style of doing things.
Beneath the absolute rationality, there is still hidden tenderness.
The Tao would not deliberately cover up the deaths of these people, making it impossible for them to even be reincarnated, and then guide them to come here.
The biggest possibility left is that the death or identity of these people before death is related to Yeli...
Yan Shixun couldn't help but cast his gaze towards the abandoned charity cemetery that was nearby.
Could it be that the deaths from the plague over a hundred years ago are related to the secret of the burial ground thousands of years ago?
But if that is the case, why are there severe blow wounds on these skulls?
"It seems that we need to take a good look at what is in the Yizhuang."
Yan Shixun lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the skeletons scattered on the ground at his feet: "These are not corpses, they are clearly a brutal massacre..."
Just like the massacre in the village tonight.
Although Yan Shixun also had doubts, he wondered whether the wandering souls of these skeletons who were unable to leave were the cause of the massacre tonight.
However, in the burial place of ghosts and gods, he did not easily speak out such speculation involving life and death. He just squatted down, placed the skulls solemnly, stood up again, and bowed slowly.
"I want to help you, so that your souls can leave here, your bodies can be buried safely, and your souls can be reborn into the next life. So."
Yan Shixun said softly: "Please let me enter the charity cemetery and see the truth there."
As soon as the words fell, the valley fell into dead silence.
However, a breeze blew, and the weeds in the distance swayed slightly, making a slight sound, as if someone was laughing.
Yan Wang's expression became serious, and he quickly put his arm on Yan Shixun's arm, reminding him, "There is a wolf."
Hearing this, Yan Shixun slowly stood up and looked not far away.
Pairs of faint green eyes appeared and disappeared in the dark valley, swaying and running, surrounding them.
The wolves were extremely light and agile, with only the occasional sound of dead branches being stepped on. They were almost silent when they landed and ran away.
Densely packed green eyes looked coldly from all directions, as if one was surrounded in the darkness with no possibility of escape.
This is a scene that would make any stranger feel desperate and shudder.
Except Yan Shixun.
And the three ghosts behind him.
Ye Li just glanced at the wolves when they appeared, then withdrew his gaze indifferently and did not take the wild wolves to heart.
For a living person, if attacked by a pack of wolves, the only outcome would probably be death.
But in the eyes of ghosts and gods, overthrowing a wolf pack is just a matter of a moment, and they are not even worthy of being taken seriously by him.
However, precisely because Yan Shixun was not a ghost, he discovered that something was wrong with these wolves.
This was not the first time he had encountered a wolf.
Yan Shixun has a wider world than anyone else. He has traveled all over the country, measured the vast map with his footsteps, and encountered countless thrilling moments.
Things like encountering wolves while sleeping in the mountains in the middle of the night are something I've long been accustomed to.
But in his opinion, it was obviously abnormal that the wolves could stay quietly in the dark and did not pounce for such a long time.
For wild wolves, the most difficult time is winter.
When it is difficult to find food, most of them will migrate long distances for food, fighting hungryly just for a bite of meat.
Any food is enough to drive the hungry wolves crazy.
How could the wolves hold back when faced with a living person like Yan Shixun?
But the facts are contrary to the theory.
Not only did the wolves not pounce on them, they didn't even make a sound. They just looked quietly in the direction of Yi Zhuang and Yan Shixun.
This made Yan Shixun feel confused.
Then, he suddenly remembered that just before the wolves appeared, he was explaining his purpose to the dead skeletons and asking them not to stop him from entering the charity cemetery to investigate the situation.
...Could it be that the wolves were not here to look for food, but to guard the charity cemetery?
Speaking of which, when we saw wolves on the top of the mountain before, they did not enter the charity cemetery, but formed an encirclement outside.
Yan Shixun found this conclusion incredible, but he still decided to give it a try.
Before Ye Li took any action to drive away the wolves, Yan Shixun promptly gestured to him, indicating that he should not interfere.
Then, without taking his eyes off the wolves, he slowly walked towards the charity cemetery.
Pairs of dark green eyes floating in the darkness gently turned as Yan Shixun moved.
But only the eyes follow.
The wolves...actually didn't catch up.
They seemed to understand Yan Shixun's thoughts and knew that he was going to the charity cemetery to find out the truth of what happened more than a hundred years ago and take away all the souls that could not be reincarnated because of incomplete bodies.
First, the leader of the wolves slowly lowered its head. There was no ferocity in its green eyes. Instead, it seemed as if it was howling and wailing at the moon.
After the first wolf made a sound, the second and the third followed...
Dozens of wolf howls overlapped and echoed in the deserted valley.
But there is no feeling of horror or eeriness.
Instead, it seemed as if the wolves were mourning the dead soul.
Yan Shixun was stunned for a moment, then, under the howling of wolves under the moon, he turned around completely and strode towards the charity cemetery.
All things have spirits.
Although the wolves could not speak, he was deeply moved by the fact that they were guarding outside the charity cemetery and even responded to Yan Shixun's words.
Judging from the wolves' reactions alone, Yan Shixun had already determined that there must be some falsehood in the story the village chief had told him before.
The mass death more than a hundred years ago was definitely not caused by plague.
Even this village, which was used as a funeral cemetery, was probably closely related to the truth of the death. Otherwise, how could a normal village give up the entire village as a place to store corpses?
Where have all the people who once lived in the village gone?
People can still tell lies in the hope of covering up the evil deeds they have done and deceiving ghosts and gods.
However, the spiritually intelligent wolves showed Yan Shixun their truest reactions, allowing him to glimpse some of the truth.
However, there was one thing the village chief did not lie about.
This charity cemetery has indeed been abandoned for some years.
When Yan Shixun stepped into the village that had been converted into a charity cemetery, he immediately noticed something was wrong under his feet.
The land had already become hardened, and the scattered bricks and tiles had merged with the land, so that only a vague outline could be barely discerned.
It seems that since the village collapsed and was abandoned, few people have come here.
But what is completely different from the outside is that the weeds outside have grown to be almost as tall as the King of Hell, and the fields and forests outside the village have few traces of human beings, and have returned to their original ecological state where no one had ever lived.
But there was not even a single weed in the village.
It was clean and there was not a single plant in sight.
It seemed that not only the wolves, but even the plants resented this place, and even the most tenacious weeds refused to grow.
The village still retains the appearance it had when it was first abandoned. Yan Shixun even saw a pile of rotten cloth in the corner, and vaguely could tell that it seemed to be leftover mourning clothes and cloth.
In addition, there are fire basins and incense burners thrown in the corners, which all indicate the past experiences of this place.
"Will there be no grass growing near the remains of ghosts and gods?"
Yan Shixun asked the King of Hell in confusion: "Could it be that the burial site is right under the village?"
The King of Hell was even more shocked than Yan Shixun.
After seeing the lack of life in Yizhuang, his eyes widened, and he didn't know what he remembered, and looked at Ye Li in disbelief.
Yeli was even more confused.
From the moment he ascended the throne of a ghost, he had abandoned his entire past and existed from then on as a ghost rather than a human being.
As for the corpse, he had never even thought about getting it back, so why would he care?
Facing the King of Hell's questioning eyes at this moment, Ye Li suddenly remembered something and looked at the general next to him.
"The remains of ghosts and gods, in theory, will return to the earth to nourish all things. The place where the ghosts and gods died will be revitalized because of the death of the ghosts and gods."
Ye Li said in a low voice: "This is also the reason why I left the remains exposed to the sun on the old battlefield. There have been too many deaths there, and the wronged souls are wandering around, wailing day and night. The fertile fields can no longer grow crops, and the river water is polluted by foul air and cannot be used. There is only one way to restore the farming and cultivation there."
"But is there a possibility?"
Ye Li looked at the general with gloomy and cold eyes: "Did you take the corpse away without permission? Or did you use it for other purposes?"
After hearing Ye Li's words, the King of Hell turned to look at the general with suspicion in his eyes.
Ye Li’s suspicion is not without reason.
Apart from the common people who collected the corpses thousands of years ago, if there is anyone else who knows the exact burial place, it can only be the general.
After all, he was the only one who could sense corpses, and he was a mortal.
Perhaps, Ye Li could treat his own remains cruelly and indifferently, but the generals might not be so cruel and might even have some sympathy for the remains.
However, facing the puzzled looks of Ye Li and the King of Hell, the general did not make a single statement to defend himself.
He just raised his head quietly and looked at Yan Shixun not far away, his eyes filled with calm tenderness.
It seemed that even if everyone doubted him, as long as Yan Shixun believed in him... it would be enough to outweigh a thousand words.
The emotion in that look was so strong and heavy that Yan Shixun could not help but be stunned. After a while, he finally reacted and took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "It shouldn't be his problem."
"If he really had selfish motives to hide the bodies, why would he have gone to the trouble of bringing us here? As long as he doesn't say anything and the public doesn't say anything, no one would know that there is a burial ground in this deep mountain valley."
"Even before coming here, Ye Li and I hadn't considered whether or not to retrieve the remains. There's no need for him to cause trouble. Let's go and take a look at the situation inside the charity cemetery."
Yan Shixun just looked at the general deeply, then turned around and prepared to push open the door of the house next door.
Only Ye Li was left standing there: “…………”
This is not some kind of homonymy, it's clearly a fox spirit possessing him!
Ye Li looked at the general with gritted teeth. Even strong wind and black fog were gathering under his feet. It seemed that a battle was about to begin.
This time, even the King of Hell looked at Ye Li with pity.
He even wondered if the warrior had done nothing during the thousand years he served as the ebony statue, and was busy learning how to rob people?
After all these operations, Yan Shixun personally spoke for him, so it was no wonder that Ye Li couldn't hold on.
The King of Hell thought about it and felt that he would not be able to fight against the general. He even began to doubt whether it was because of the long time that he had a distorted impression of the general.
When he first met Ye Li, the other party didn't seem to have this kind of personality?
However, the King of Hell still hurried over and took the initiative to act as a peacemaker.
"If you really fight with him, do you believe that he will turn around and tell Yan Shixun about your wrongdoings again?"
The King of Hell sighed and patted Ye Li: "Be patient. When you find the body and combine it into one, he will no longer exist. Don't fight for this moment and ruin Yan Shixun's good impression of you."
Ye Li: "...Why do I feel that he dares to snatch Shi Xun away before that time comes?"
The general listened to the "conspiracy" of the two people, but he did not look nervous at all, and even chuckled.
"Ye Li."
He rarely called out his other self's real name, and chuckled as he said, "Shi Xun's agreement to be with you is the kindest decision he has ever made in his life."
Ye Li: "…………"
Ye Li: "!!!"
What you mean is that I am not worthy of Shi Xun, right?
The Lord of Fengdu could no longer suppress the rage in his heart. Black fog circulated around him. The shape of the ferocious beast had already vaguely appeared in the black fog. His powerful arm pointed at the general through the air. Seeing that the power was about to burst out, the tense atmosphere was about to break out.
But at this moment, Yan Shixun's serious voice came from the house next door: "Come and take a look at this."
Ye Li's anger was extinguished in an instant, and the beast that had been ferocious and violent just now drooped its ears, whimpered softly, and disappeared in the black fog, and the strong wind quickly subsided.
When he put down his arms and turned to walk towards Yan Shixun, the only thing left at the scene was probably the stirred up ashes.
The King of Hell, who originally wanted to stop the fight between the two, slowly retracted his folding fan and looked at Yan Shixun with a complicated expression.
He thought of the divination that Li Chengyun had given him. After Li Chengyun left, he realized that the divination was so accurate that it couldn't be more accurate!
Yan Shixun is truly a perfect candidate to subdue ghosts... He can even suppress the furious Lord of Fengdu.
The King of Hell glanced at the general who had first started the war, and then quickly followed him towards the house.
The general slowly stopped smiling, he lowered his eyelashes, and looked towards the place under his feet calmly, as if he sensed something.
After hearing the footsteps, Yan Shixun waved behind him without turning his head, signaling the King of Hell to come over.
In front of him were dozens of neatly arranged coffins, leading to the depths of an even darker house, with no end in sight.
But what surprised Yan Shixun the most was that after he tried to open a coffin, he suddenly found that it was not an empty coffin, but...
There was a headless corpse.
Although a hundred years have passed and even the coffin has begun to decay, the headless corpse in the coffin still retains its appearance before death, neither rotten nor decayed, and looks as fresh as if it were still alive.
With the bright moonlight coming in from the window, Yan Shixun could even see the skin texture of the headless corpse, and even the nails and flesh were intact.
This strange scene made Yan Shixun hold his breath. He took out a handkerchief, wrapped it around his hand, and tentatively touched the headless corpse.
Then he was surprised to find that not only did the headless corpse look intact, but even its skin and flesh remained as soft and elastic as those of a living person.
If this corpse had not been sealed in the coffin for a hundred years, and even had no head or neck above its shoulders, Yan Shixun would even have thought that this was a living person.
His first reaction was the wet corpse.
However, an existence like a wet corpse can only be preserved under extremely harsh preservation conditions and by reaching the critical point of all balances.
Although Yan Shixun had once followed a hermit to see and even helped plan the preservation and exhibition of wet corpses, in his opinion, the exposed environment of this village was not conducive to the natural formation of wet corpses.
unless……
Yan Shixun turned to look at the general and asked softly, "The burial site is right below the abandoned charity cemetery, right?"
The King of Hell couldn't help but be surprised and looked at the general in astonishment.
The general stood at the door, the moonlight cast his shadow on the ground inside the house, making the shadow look even taller and more terrifying.
But when he looked at Yan Shixun, his eyes were filled with tenderness.
He nodded slightly, acknowledging Yan Shixun's guess: "The wolves are guarding this place. I just discovered that the burial ground is right under our feet."
Yan Shixun smiled bitterly: "But I'm afraid someone has known the secret of the burial ground before us, and has even taken some action."
Otherwise, there wouldn't be such things as the body being separated and the headless body not decaying.
Before opening the first coffin, Yan Shixun felt something was strange.
Even though there were large-scale deaths more than a hundred years ago, the coffins for the deceased would inevitably not be the carefully prepared ones in the past, but if the deceased was a family member, they would not just use a thin coffin to deal with it.
The coffins in front of us look like products on an assembly line. Their only advantage seems to be that they are cheap.
If a body without an owner was buried by a kindhearted person, a thin coffin would be considered very generous. But that was not the case here.
The village is located deep in the mountains. Even today there is no road out of the mountains, and the road is full of dangers and obstacles, not to mention a hundred years ago.
It was rare for strangers to die here. Only people from the surrounding villages - or even from this village - would have their bodies placed here.
But he was not even buried, he was just thrown here.
What's worse is that because this was a charity cemetery converted from a village, there were no rooms large enough to hold so many coffins, so they simply connected the front yard and the back yard, and hung a piece of cloth between the front and back houses to protect them from wind and rain.
But a hundred years later, the cloth had already rotted.
The coffins placed in the yard were also exposed to wind and rain.
But it is this thin coffin that refuses to rot, providing the bones in the coffin with the final shelter from wind and rain.
Yan Shixun walked slowly along a row of coffins and stopped in front of a coffin placed in the yard.
Before he could stretch out his hand to open the coffin and check, he saw that the thin coffin that had withstood the wind and rain for a hundred years suddenly decayed and fell apart in an instant, turning into powder and scattering like fine sand.
And the corpse in the thin coffin also appeared in front of Yan Shixun.
...Another headless corpse.
Yan Shixun's eyes darkened.
More and more evidence supported his guess, but his mood became heavier.
He had wondered before why an entire village would donate all of its houses to build a charity cemetery.
Looking at it now, the daily necessities still left in the houses, as well as the ornaments and tablets on the walls that had not been removed in time, reveal the truth.
Naturally, no one would voluntarily give up their own house to place a corpse for someone else.
——Unless the owner of the house is already dead, and the body released is his own.
It is likely that all the residents of this village had died before it was used as a charity cemetery, and the cause of death was premeditated murder.
Otherwise it would be impossible to explain why there were severe injuries on the skulls outside.
The murderer might have been afraid of this village. After killing the people, he cut off the heads of all the dead villagers and threw them away, while placing the bodies in thin coffins.
In this way, the bodies are separated and the ghost cannot see where its enemy is.
Although the murderer was worried that after the body was buried, the ghost would go to the underworld and complain to the King of Hell, he still gave the headless corpse a thin coffin.
Hypocrisy, comforting oneself that the body has been properly handled and there is no need to worry about ghosts coming to one's dreams for revenge and accusing one of not being buried with the deceased.
But the dead villagers remembered everything.
If the resentment does not dissipate, the body will not rot.
Yan Shixun looked at the corpse in front of him, which was as fresh and soft as a living person, and suddenly found that there seemed to be a piece of burnt yellow paper sticking out from the cuff of the corpse.
He immediately approached the corpse and stretched out his hand to the sleeve of the headless corpse, trying to pull out the paper to see what it was.
But just when Yan Shixun's fingers were about to touch the paper, something strange happened!
The corpse's hand suddenly jumped up, and with lightning speed it grabbed Yan Shixun's wrist, holding him tightly and preventing him from getting close to the sleeve.
Yan Shixun was stunned.
He could even feel the soft but cold skin of the headless corpse, wrapped around his wrist like a snake. Even though he had been prepared for this after seeing the wet corpse and had no fear in his heart, his body's instinctive reaction still made the hair on his arms stand up instantly.
But the next moment, before Yan Shixun could react, the headless corpse let go of Yan Shixun's wrist again, and his arm fell limply.
The headless corpse's hands were clasped on its abdomen, and there were talismans painted with cinnabar and yellow symbols on its head and feet. Its limbs were nailed tightly to the wood with long nails, as if to prevent the corpse from rising up and seeking revenge.
But all these did not hinder the headless corpse's actions at all.
When Yan Shixun looked again, the headless corpse had not moved at all. Instead, it looked so peaceful that it looked no different from an ordinary corpse.
It was as if the corpse suddenly "resurrecting" and grabbing his wrist was completely his imagination.
Yan Shixun couldn't help but turn around and look at the King of Hell, wanting to ask him for confirmation.
But after seeing so many coffins, the King of Hell was surprised and began to open and check them one by one, without paying any attention to Yan Shixun.
Instead, Ye Li frowned, as if he was angry.
Yan Shixun understood instantly. After getting the answer, he turned his gaze back to the corpse in front of him.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the temperature inside the charity cemetery is much lower than outside.
A faint cold wind kept blowing around me, seeping in through the gap in my collar, and the chill went down along my skin.
The bright moonlight made the corpse look exceptionally white, and the soft skin was almost transparent.
Because the King of Hell opened several coffins, the yellow talismans that were originally nailed to the head and feet of the headless corpse were making rustling sounds in the wind, making the gloomy and silent environment seem even more terrifying.
The yellow paper is obviously very fragile, but after a hundred years, it is still as good as new without any sign of decay.
Even the cinnabar on it is still as bright red as blood.
Such a scene makes people wonder whether the headless corpses in other coffins have already "resurrected" and are just waiting for someone to walk to the coffin without any precautions, and then they will rise up and attack.
Just like what the village chief said in that story.
But Yan Shixun was not afraid. All he could think of was the grievances of these headless corpses.
How deep must the hatred be to let these dead people die for a hundred years, suffer from wind and sun without a peaceful burial, be suppressed by cinnabar and yellow talismans, and have their corpses and souls nailed to death by long nails...but still have the resentment.
Yan Shixun paused as he stretched out his hand, a hint of sadness gathered between his brows.
But during his pause, perhaps the corpse sensed his thoughts and was afraid that he would not take the paper, the yellowed and aged paper actually slid down the cuffs of the corpse's simple shroud.
"Click!"
It fell gently into Yan Shixun's hand.
"I checked, they are all headless bodies, both men and women, young and old."
At this time, the King of Hell also came over with a serious face and said, "When I was outside, I took a rough look. There are more than twenty houses of this size. There is a dead aura coming out of each house. It seems that there are coffins and corpses placed inside."
"If we calculate it this way... the entire charity cemetery can accommodate four to five hundred coffins."
This is a number that even the King of Hell would find shocking.
In the era of insufficient medical care and food more than a hundred years ago, the population was not too large, and a village with more than a hundred people was considered a large village. By this calculation, people from three or four villages died and survived!
"It seems that the village chief did not lie to me about this part of the story he told me before. The large-scale deaths that year did affect several nearby villages."
Yan Shixun frowned, but he didn't know why people from other villages died.
The village that was the predecessor of the charity cemetery might have held some secrets or treasures, which were accidentally discovered by other villages or outsiders, thus bringing disaster upon the entire family, and even children of several years old were not spared.
But why did people from other villages die?
A murderer never counts himself among them.
Yan Shixun was in deep thought, his eyes passing over the headless corpse.
After he saw the long nails and cinnabar talisman paper, he suddenly realized that it was very likely that after the death of the villagers, resentment began to spread around and the murderer was being retaliated.
But if that’s the case, then that means the people in this village were killed by a coalition of several nearby villages?
When such speculation came to his mind, Yan Shixun couldn't help but be shocked by the possible truth, as if he vaguely saw the brutal village massacre a hundred years ago.
His slender fingers loosely held the piece of paper given to him by the headless corpse. He pondered for a while before lowering his eyes and unfolding the paper.
Even though the paper has turned yellow, the ink on it is still clear. Every stroke contains a strong anger and power that can be seen through the paper.
——Die for Ye!
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