Chapter 47

Green let Xiaomai stand up, but he staggered when he got up, saying that his legs were numb.

Green helped him up, and he grabbed Green's hand.

Green subconsciously thought that he wanted to take him down and almost attacked him. He widened his green eyes and showed an innocent expression, as if Green was an extremely hateful villain.

Green's hand paused for a moment.

Xiaomai took the opportunity to punch him again.

After Green beat him up, he finally calmed down, like a deflated balloon lying on the ground, motionless.

"I'm really fine this time, let me go."

Xiaomai whispered.

"I'll trust you again. If you lie to me again, I won't be so polite."

Green answered him and got up from him.

He patted the dirt on his body, spit out the grass roots in his mouth, frowned, and looked unhappy.

Green looked at him from the side to make sure he was really normal.

He smiled at Green.

Green suddenly wanted to make sure if he was conscious.

"I have some questions to ask."

Green said to Xiaomai.

"Let's go home first, and then you ask slowly, okay?"

Xiaomai looked at Green as he walked.

Green followed him slowly: "Walking doesn't affect your speech, why can't you talk to me now? Can't your brain only support one-way action?"

"That's not it, what do you want to ask?"

He sighed, looked at Green and asked with a smile.

"Is there no one else in your family, and no friends?"

Green asked curiously.

"Yes, I'm an orphan. I can grow up to what I am now thanks to the church nearby. If there is no church, there will be no me. The priest in the church is my benefactor."

Xiao Mai answered.

"Can I visit him some other day?"

Green asked tentatively.

"I'm afraid not. He died of illness some time ago, and I was the one who handled the body. So even if you want to see him, you can only see the new priest.

I can take you to the old priest's grave.

Do you want to go now?"

Xiao Mai asked.

"It's too late now. If you have time tomorrow morning, I can go with you. I hope you still remember how to find the way to the grave and how to get back after you go there."

Green replied with a smile.

"Okay, if you have time tomorrow, we can go together."

Xiao Mai replied.

"What was the priest's temper like when he was alive?"

Green asked.

"When he was young, he was said to have a good temper. But he was already old when I remember, so I don't know the details.

The older he got, the worse his health became. When he was in poor health, his temper became worse. When I was about to leave the church, he was also about to die.

During that period, it was said that he had the worst temper in his life. Even if you came here earlier and saw him like that, you probably wouldn't like him very much."

Xiao Mai whispered.

"I see. So how have you been recently?"

Green asked.

"I've been doing pretty well recently."

Xiao Mai replied.

"Even though many people are dying in the village every day, do you think you're doing well?"

Green was curious.

"That's true. I'm not afraid of being laughed at for saying this. Even if you think I'm cold, I still think the same.

I didn't kill the people in the village. What can I do?

So many people died, and I couldn't do anything about it. This is enough to prove that I live here just to survive. It has nothing to do with other people.

All I have to do is to continue to live. This matter has nothing to do with other people. I just hope that I can be better than others. Live longer.

If there is a book in the world that records the life and death of everyone, I hope that I can live longer than the time recorded in the book.

That proves that my life is meaningful.

I will be happier than I am now. "

The voice of wheat was hidden in the night wind, like a firefly that should not exist in winter, making rustling sounds to struggle to survive, while emitting faint light.

There is a weird and inappropriate beauty of struggling for survival.

Green was silent for a while, nodded, and responded to him.

Unknowingly, they walked back to the village. Many windows in the village were dark and dark. They groped their way back to the familiar house, opened the door, and the house was also dark.

When they were about to light the lights, they suddenly heard the sound of a ball being hit.

They lit the candles and looked over in the direction of the sound. They found a little girl in a red skirt with two braids, holding her flower ball in the corner, looking at them.

"I'm sorry, I thought there was no one in this room. I'm going home now."

The little girl lowered her head and walked past them holding the ball, preparing to go out.

But when she was about to go out, the little girl stopped again.

"You come back so late and haven't rested yet. Can you play with me for a while? Just play for a while."

The little girl whispered.

While speaking, she raised her hand and wiped her face. The back of her hand was blood red, and one of her eyes seemed to be invisible.

"Have you seen this little girl?"

Green asked.

"No, but I don't know everyone."

Xiaomai answered.

"How do you think those who died died?"

Green asked.

"Not because of illness?"

Xiaomai answered.

"Maybe part of it."

Green nodded.

"Then should we play with her?"

Xiaomai asked.

"If you don't want to play with me, you can play with me alone. But to show my gratitude, I will only give something to the person who plays with me."

The little girl looked at them and said.

"Then we should play with you together.

Anyway, it's so late now, and I can't fall asleep for a while. It's better to do something. Maybe I will fall asleep immediately during the day. If I have something to do, I can sleep a little longer.

Because I won't know if I'm asleep, and they won't come to disturb the sleeping people on purpose."

Xiaomai muttered.

He walked towards the little girl.

Green followed him, and they played for a while.

When Xiaomai yawned from sleepiness, the little girl took back her ball.

"Thank you for playing games with me so late at night, so I decided to give you something."

The little girl took out two bottles from her skirt and handed them to them.

One bottle contained a small white pill, and the other two small bottles contained two pills.

"What are these for?"

Green asked.

"It's used to treat diseases. If you are poisoned, you can also eat it. Maybe it can save your life."

After the little girl finished speaking, she jumped up and down the mountain road with the ball in her arms and soon disappeared.

The remaining two people looked at each other, took the pills and returned to the house to rest until morning.

The villagers came and knocked on the door, saying that an old man was seriously ill and was about to die. Please go to his bedside to wait for his death, or listen to his last words.

Or you can prepare for the funeral of the person who died today with others.

After washing up, they went out together to attend the old man's funeral. However, when they were about to carry the body away, the old man suddenly took a breath and seemed to be alive.

"Maybe this old man is not dead. He was just too weak before, as if he was dead, but it was a fake death.

He still has a chance to be saved now. Are we going to take him away and bury him alive?"

Xiao Mai stopped and asked the villagers around him.

The villagers around looked at each other with the same numb expression on their faces. For them, dying early or late, dying one more or one less, did not make much difference.

They stood by in silence, and Xiao Mai then looked at Green.

"Maybe we can put the old man here and give him some water. If he gets better, we don't have to move him. If he dies, it's God's guidance.

We can do whatever we need to do afterwards."

Green was looked at by him and spoke a few words.

Xiaomai nodded in agreement with Green's idea. The village chief came out and looked at the old man, nodded in agreement with their opinion of temporarily handling the matter, waved to others, and the villagers walked away.

This place was suddenly empty, as if it had been an open space. The village chief turned his back and walked away gradually. Xiaomai walked up to Green and asked, "Why did you ask them to leave?"

"Didn't you have two pills yesterday? Maybe you can give this old man one. If the old man dies after taking it, the medicine is poisonous. If the old man lives after taking it, the medicine is useful.

What do you think?"

Green asked him.

He thought for a moment, took out the pills, and without hesitation, prepared to give them to the old man.

Green took a glass of water and handed it to him. He used the glass of water to push the pills down the old man's throat.

The old man closed his eyes and gasped like a bellows. After a long while, he actually opened his eyes.

His cloudy eyes turned and looked at them.

The old man's lips moved.

"I know you saved me. Thank you. Your kindness will definitely be rewarded."

The old man said to them in a weak voice.

"Are you going to go home now or drink some more water?"

Xiao Mai asked.

"Take a rest. I want to go home by myself. You don't have to worry about me."

The old man said to them.

They nodded and left.

After a while, the old man stood up and walked back home. Although his steps were shaky, passers-by could see that his pace was getting steadier.

The villagers who had gone to the old man's house before clearly saw how the old man was dying.

Now seeing the old man standing up, they were shocked and quickly thought of Green and Xiaomai.

"You must have done something, right? If you have any way to stop the spread of the disease in the village, please don't be stingy. We all want to live. No one should die."

The villagers came up to them.

They were blocked on the road by the villagers.