As Wang Fugui picked up the bowl, the surrounding villagers also stood up and confronted me.
Just as he handed me the bowl, a piercing, hellish howl suddenly came from the edge of the threshing floor.
In an instant, everyone was drawn to the sound and turned their heads sharply to look.
I couldn't help but look over there, and saw several skinny black dogs suddenly appear out of nowhere.
Their eyes were bloodshot and drool was dripping from their mouths, as if they had rabies.
Damn it, this is really adding fuel to the fire!
These zombie-like villagers were already giving us a run for our money. Now, a few rabid dogs have arrived!
Being injured by those zombie-like villagers doesn't necessarily mean you'll get infected.
But if you get bitten by this rabid dog, you really can get rabies!
If you get rabies, you're definitely going to die. There doesn't seem to be a doctor in this village who can treat rabies.
To my surprise, the mad dog didn't rush towards us, but instead charged madly towards the makeshift shed where Li Laosi's body was placed.
They ignored all the living people present; if the villagers were still alive, they would have pounced on the corpse and begun tearing at it frantically, pulling at the white sheet covering the body.
After easily tearing off the white cloth, they actually went to eat the corpse!
I couldn't help but widen my eyes. What was going on?
But this is undoubtedly beneficial to us.
The villagers' attention was no longer on us, but on those black, rabid dogs.
"Stop these beasts!"
Wang Fugui, disregarding his pressure on me, roared in shock and anger.
Upon hearing his shout, several villagers stood up blankly and rushed towards the stray dogs, causing chaos in the scene.
Amidst this chaos, my seventh uncle, whom I had been watching closely, suddenly opened his eyes.
He pinpointed our location, glanced at me quickly, then his gaze fell on the bowl of Tai Sui soup in front of me, and he shook his head very slightly.
I know what he means, that these Tai Sui soups should never be drunk, and I understand.
As for these black dogs that suddenly caused chaos, could it be the work of Uncle Seven?
After all, I can't think of anyone else in the village who would help us besides him.
Meanwhile, taking advantage of the chaos caused by the stray dogs, the technician dipped his finger in some spilled liquor on the table and quickly wrote a somewhat complicated character on the table in front of him.
I tried to decipher it for a while but couldn't make out what it said. However, Li Huai, who was standing next to me, recognized it.
"Brother Yan, he wrote the character '槐' (huai), the '槐' (huai) of locust tree. What does this mean? Does it have anything to do with me?"
Li Huai asked with some doubt. I thought about it for a moment and realized it probably had nothing to do with him. It might be a reminder of the old locust tree at the east end of our village.
But I'm completely baffled. Isn't that our shelter at night? It's broad daylight now, what does he mean by saying this?!
Meanwhile, the chaos has subsided.
After all, they were just a few stray dogs, and although they seemed to have rabies, the villagers weren't afraid.
After all, the dead can't be infected.
They were quickly driven away by the villagers with sticks, but they still lingered not far away, their red eyes staring greedily at the corpse, emitting low whimpering sounds.
How was this dog trained? Why does it have such a strong fascination with corpses?
As the chaos subsided, the atmosphere became even more eerie.
Wang Fugui's face was ashen, and he lost all interest in forcing us to drink the soup. He just stared gloomily at the stray dogs and the corpses, lost in thought.
The farewell meal took place in this extremely unsettling atmosphere, with the villagers silently enjoying the strange dishes.
The sight of it made me and Luo Tianhe, among others, feel nauseous, and we could only stare at the table in front of us.
Okay, the banquet is finally over, and the three of us have finally stopped feeling extremely uncomfortable.
Seeing the relieved expressions on the faces of the three of us, Wang Fugui turned to look at us.
He glanced at the sky, then a strange smile appeared on his face, and his lips moved slightly.
I can read what he means, but I don't really understand it.
He said:
"It's getting dark."
I looked up at the sun in the sky; it was noon.
It's broad daylight, what's with the darkness?
Is this guy so angry that he's started talking nonsense, or am I misreading his meaning?
I couldn't help but rub my chin, carefully recalling his actions just now. After trying it several times, I became more and more certain that he meant it was getting dark.
I looked at Luo Tianhe beside me:
"Luo Tianhe, did you understand his lip reading just now? Was he saying it was getting dark?"
Luo Tianhe looked somewhat troubled, thought for a moment, and then spoke:
"That's what I think too, but how is that possible? It's one o'clock in the afternoon now. Even in Heihe, it's impossible for it to get dark that early!"
So, what exactly does this guy mean?
The banquet ended hastily.
The villagers silently cleaned up the mess of cups and plates, their movements somewhat strange, like puppets.
The overturned pot of Tai Sui soup left a stain on the ground.
As the soup cooled, the aroma disappeared, turning into a nauseating, foul odor, like a mixture of the stench of a rotting corpse and rotten eggs.
After saying those words to us, Wang Fugui ignored us completely.
Instead, he stared intently at several thin, black dogs that were still lingering not far away, growling at the direction of the corpse.
He clearly felt immense disgust and fear towards those black dogs.
"Alright, now that you're all packed up, let's call it a day."
He finished speaking in a hoarse voice, as if he had exhausted all his strength.
Upon hearing this, the villagers, like puppets on strings, obediently and orderly left the threshing ground.
No one spoke, no one even glanced at us; they disappeared quickly, like the receding tide, among the low, dilapidated houses of the village.
In the blink of an eye, the threshing ground, which was just crowded with people, was now empty except for the three of us.
And in the distance, Uncle Qi was still resting with his eyes closed, as if everything was none of his business, and Wang Fugui had a livid face.
I looked up and saw that the sun was still shining brightly in the sky. Although it wasn't as intense as at noon, there was still a long time before nightfall.
Was Wang Fugui's statement that it was getting dark a clumsy attempt at intimidation, or a form of psychological suggestion?
I ignored Wang Fugui and walked towards Seventh Uncle. He was still there, obviously waiting for us to come and ask him questions.
"Hehe, now that you have a new place to stay, you look down on my shabby house, don't you? Distinguished guests?"
Wang Fugui, who we had left behind, suddenly spoke with a cold laugh.
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