Chapter 111
It was clearly the crisp voice of a young boy, yet it was more steady than that of the older uncles.
Mao Qingquan turned his head while sobbing, and found that the person lying on the ground with his hand stretched out was Song Yuanzhou.
“Yuanzhou, you...!” Mao Qingquan opened his mouth in shock.
He wanted to ask why you two guys were here, but the situation was urgent and he didn't have time to explore. The next second, his attention was turned back to his wife Chi Yunying.
Chi Yunying was ready to die.
My husband Mao Qingquan has a dislocated arm. If we continue, we will both die here.
She resolutely let go, her heart as if falling into the ocean.
But in an instant, an arm suddenly appeared, like a divine hand, and firmly grasped her wrist.
The owner of the arm was lying at the edge of the gap, frowning with a cold look on his face.
"Auntie Mao, hold on tight."
She heard him say so.
Song Yue's physical fitness has been enhanced. Although he looks weak, he is actually stronger than Mao Qingquan, who has been doing heavy work for many years.
She exerted force on her shoulders and pulled upwards with her right hand.
Mao Xingxiu, who was extremely anxious, also came over to help.
The person under the gap was pulled to the ground safely.
"Yunying!"
"mom!"
Mao Qingquan endured the pain, half-kneeling and half-crawling closer to her, constantly checking her feet: "Are you burned? Does your skin hurt? Can you still walk?"
Mao Xingxiu was standing by anxiously, wanting to ask something but not knowing what to ask.
Chi Yunying got up from the ground and tried to support her upper body. She shook her head and said breathlessly, "I'm fine... The heat here is not particularly hot..."
At least it's better than the gap that steamed Agen to death.
Because of this, she was able to survive unscathed.
"But Aqi..." Thinking back to Aqi who fell into the gap with her, Chi Yunying choked up and felt very uncomfortable. "He was so young, only a few years older than our Xingxiu, and he's gone just like that..."
Not even the body was left behind; it fell straight in and could not be retrieved.
It was not until this moment that Mao Xingxiu realized that there was someone lying next to his parents - Brother Gen!
Looking down, I saw that Brother Gen's feet were gone, and there was a pool of blood underneath, which made my scalp tingle.
He wanted to ask what happened.
Woof woof!
Xiao Hei's cry brought everyone present back to their senses.
Song Yue quickly reminded: "Let's go, Uncle Mao and Aunt Mao, it's not safe here."
"Yes, let's talk about it later. Let's go home quickly!" Mao Qingquan said as he propped himself up and carried Brother Gen back on his back.
Four people and a dog ran quickly towards the village.
Behind them, they seemed to hear a faint roar, like the roar of the god of death, approaching the villagers step by step!
Several villagers who had rushed into the village early were notifying the village chief.
"Village Chief, something bad has happened! The volcano is about to erupt!"
"Quickly notify everyone and prepare the boat to leave!"
They stood at the door of the village chief's house, exhausted and out of breath.
However, no matter how tired they are, they have to pass on this message!
After waiting for several seconds, everyone saw the village chief slowly coming out from the inner room, wearing a snakeskin coat of quite good quality.
"Why are you making so much noise in the middle of the day? Can't you let me sleep?"
Song Kun frowned and looked at several old acquaintances standing in his yard with some impatience.
"Village Chief! Volcano! The volcano is spewing smoke! I'm afraid it's about to erupt! Let's notify everyone quickly!"
Several uncles were sweating with anxiety, but the man in front of them acted as if nothing had happened. He even waved his hand and told them not to make a fuss: "This is a dormant volcano, it won't erupt. Relax and don't scare yourself for no reason."
"This isn't a dead volcano!!!" Seeing the village chief's disbelief, several people stamped their feet and gestured excitedly, "Look at that crater, there's smoke! And! On the way back, we encountered several cracks. They weren't there a few days ago, but they suddenly opened up today. We almost fell in!"
They haven't told the village chief about Agen's matter yet, mainly because they don't know how to start the conversation.
Who would have thought that even after they had demonstrated so much, the man surnamed Song still didn't believe it.
"Alright, alright, it's just a few cracks. This is a sign of a hot spring. You've lived for decades and still don't know? Stop arguing and go back to the house. I still need to take a nap."
Okay, believe it or not!
Anyway, we have already notified everyone, so don’t blame them when the time comes!
Several villagers snorted and left angrily.
Song Kun rolled his eyes and was speechless about these guys.
Ever since their ancestors settled here, they had never heard of this volcano being active. He had even climbed up to the crater to see for himself, and it was pitch black inside, with no movement at all. And was it spewing smoke? Perhaps he was digging for rocks and seeing things!
He turned his head and glanced at the volcano in the center of the island from afar.
Tsk, there is no smoke at all, he is just looking for trouble and scaring himself!
Thinking of this, he gathered his snakeskin coat, hummed a tune, and prepared to continue sleeping.
On the other side of the village, the noise had spread to every household.
"The volcano is about to erupt! Everyone, hurry up and pull the boat out!"
"Don't eat lunch, auntie, go and prepare the tools with uncle!"
"Mom, stop dawdling, it's almost too late!"
When the villagers suddenly learned that the volcano that had been dormant for hundreds of years was about to erupt, they didn't believe it and even thought that the people who came down the mountain were bragging.
"Brother Chen, have you gone crazy digging rocks? And you're still thinking about a volcanic eruption? I think you're just confused~"
"That's right, Uncle Li. We've lived here for so many years. This mountain is completely dead. How can we wake up?"
A group of people surrounded them, their eyes showing disbelief.
Several people were so angry they felt like vomiting blood. Finally, someone spoke up, shouting at the top of their voice, "Everyone, remember Agen. He went to work today, too. But he's gone now! Do you know why?"
Seeing the people around him staring, the speaker no longer held back. He gritted his teeth and said bluntly, "It's because of that volcano! The ground at the foot of the mountain cracked, a huge crack! Agen fell in and was burned to death by the scorching heat inside!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole audience fell silent, and then a vicissitudes of life voice came from the center of the crowd.
"What are you talking about, Brother Chen? Is Agen dead?"
The old man who squeezed to the front row even with a cane was none other than Agen's grandmother.
Agen's parents died early, and it was his grandmother who raised him with great care.
Everyone in the village knows that Agen is the closest to his grandmother, and his grandmother loves her only grandson the most.
But now, look at what Brother Chen said? Ah Gen is dead?!
Everyone's eyes were focused on Brother Chen who was speaking.
Several of Brother Chen's peers standing next to him were all feeling very uncomfortable.
"Hey, why did you tell others about Agen?"
"That's right. We agreed to tell Grandma Agen privately."
Brother Chen bit his lower lip, his expression rather conflicted. "Isn't there anything I can do? No one believes me, not even my own family. Only by revealing Agen's story will they know what I say is true."
Grandma Agen's hand holding the cane couldn't stop shaking, her lips trembling, and her pair of weathered eyes stared straight at the person in front of her: "...Brother Chen, tell me again, what happened to Agen..."
Brother Chen, who had previously thought it was no big deal to reveal it, suddenly felt a tremor in his heart when he met Grandma Agen's eyes.
He swallowed hard, and lowered his voice a few degrees: "...I'm sorry, grandma, Agen..."
He didn't say the last words. He lowered his eyes, not daring to look directly at his grandmother.
The whole place was solemn and quiet, as if entering a vacuum.
Suddenly, four figures rushed into everyone's sight.
"It's Uncle Mao! And Aunt Mao!"
As if they had grasped the last hope, several aunties in the crowd craned their necks and asked them.
"Miao family, is Agen in trouble?"
"Yes, did you see him at the foot of the mountain?"
The chirping sound rang out, but stopped abruptly in the blink of an eye.
Everyone, including Grandma Agen, saw who Mao Qingquan was carrying on his back.
"Agen! My Agen!"
The cries of the elderly were like a heavy hammer, hammering hard into everyone's heart.
The wailing at the funeral was heartbreaking, but what was even more heartbreaking was yet to come.
A middle-aged woman with a headscarf on her head walked out, her body trembling. She first looked at Brother Chen, then looked at Mao Qingquan's family who came later, with a trace of despair in her eyes: "...Where is my Aqi? Where is he?"
Everyone felt a lump in their throat, as if a thorn had stuck in it.
Chi Yunying looked at the woman in front of her, her eyes reddened, and her voice choked with sobs: "Aqi's mother..."
Silence is better than words.
The woman in the headscarf's pupils suddenly widened, and she stumbled backwards. With the help of someone nearby, she finally managed to regain her composure. "...Where is Aqi...? My son...where is he now...?"
The only answer she got was air.
The woman in the headscarf burst into tears. It was only then that she suddenly noticed that there was another person standing next to Mao Qingquan and Chi Yunying - Song Yuanzhou.
Suddenly, she jumped up from the spot, rushed to Song Yue in a few steps, and raised her hand to slap her!
"It's you, little bastard! Plague god! If it weren't for you, would anything have happened to my son?"
"Today I will kill you, you little bastard! I will make you accompany my son to his grave!"
If this happened in the real world, people would only think the woman with the headscarf was crazy.
However, this was in Lime Village on Lime Island. Song Yue raised her cold eyebrows. The folk customs here were not civilized, and most people still retained some feudal remnants - such as Song Yuanzhou, who was born because of an unmarried pregnancy.
From the day the original owner was born, he was an unblessed existence.
Wherever he went, he was called a fatherless bastard. If anything bad happened in the village, it was all blamed on him.
So when the uncles and aunts came to take over the original owner's property, few people in the village dared to come forward except Mao Qingquan's family and a few other families.
Most people secretly hoped that their uncles and aunts from the same clan would take the opportunity to kill him, so that the bad luck would leave Shihui Village and everyone's luck would change.
It’s a pity that things didn’t go as planned.
Not only did the original owner not die, he was even alive and well.
"My son was so kind, yet he died so young. How could you, a plague god, still be alive and well?"
The woman screamed hysterically, and looked at Song Yue as if she wanted to cut her into pieces.
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