Chapter 184 Corpses piled up like a mountain

I sat on the ground in a daze, as if I had turned into a sculpture, staring blankly at Sister Hong’s corpse without moving a muscle.

At this moment, I was heartbroken and hopeless.

This small village that has raised me for eighteen years is not peaceful and harmonious, but it is at least peaceful and stable.

But not long ago, the originally stable and peaceful village suddenly changed.

Bad things happened one after another, and each one of them was something I couldn’t imagine happening in our village before.

From the beginning when the yellow-skinned man asked for a title, to now when our village is shrouded in a fatal feng shui bureau, resulting in the tragic deaths of countless villagers, it took less than half a month.

But in this half month, the originally peaceful and stable village has now become like a purgatory on earth, full of death and blood.

The three brothers of the Liu family all died tragically, but they deserved it and did not deserve sympathy.

But their families were innocent.

Then there were the mutations of poultry, roosters laying eggs, hens crowing, and even dogs could speak. There is

a thousand-year-old tomb buried in the back mountain, a living Taoist shadow who has survived for more than a thousand years, and terracotta warriors who have been sealed in dust for thousands of years and are now about to be resurrected.

Even my two uncles who had died eighteen years ago appeared in the ancient tomb.

Then there was the fatal feng shui bureau, the mutations of the villagers, and the mysterious disappearance of Widow Wang.

And now, even my senior sister's only best friend, Sister Hong, has been killed by Liu Guizi.

I have been through so much during this period of time, not only exhausted physically and mentally, but also nervous.

The death of Sister Hong at this moment has completely broken my tense heartstrings.

For a moment, countless negative emotions such as grievance, sadness, despair and regret all surged into my heart, making my tears burst like a dam.

The reason why I feel wronged is that I am only eighteen years old, but I have endured too much, many of which I should not and cannot endure at my age.

And the regret is because of Sister Hong.

If I had looked at Sister Hong after seeing Uncle Li, would this tragedy have been avoided?

If I had killed Liu Guizi earlier, would Sister Hong have stayed alive?

I gritted my teeth and tried not to cry out loud, but I couldn't help myself. Even though I had learned martial arts since I was young and had already mastered my body, I still couldn't suppress the emotions that were bursting out of my heart.

Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore, fell to the ground, hugged my knees, buried my face between my legs, and began to cry.

People's endurance is actually very strong. No matter how wronged you are, no matter how much sadness and humiliation you have endured, we can always grit our teeth and endure it, and sometimes we can even laugh it off.

However, if something happens one day that touches your heart, then the emotions accumulated in your heart will burst out uncontrollably and become uncontrollable.

This is what happened to me at this time. Sister Hong's death became the last straw that broke my back and made my tense heartstrings completely break. The grievances and sadness that I had brushed shoulders with death many times during this period also burst out in an instant, and finally turned into tears, flowing down my eyes.

My crying echoed in the quiet village. The crying was heartbroken and filled with a despair of heartbreak.

I don't know how long it took, but I finally stopped crying.

I covered my face with my hands, wiped away my tears, and then looked at Sister Hong with my red eyes. After taking a deep breath, I said with a trembling voice: "Sister Hong, don't worry. Qian Yu will definitely avenge you. Rest in peace."

Strangely enough, as my words fell, Sister Hong's legs, which were originally propped up, suddenly fell down with a "bang", and even her eyes, which were wide open, gradually closed.

Then, I heard a "wail la wail" sound, but it was bright red blood, flowing down her thighs, dripping all over the floor.

I knew that Sister Hong must have heard what I just said.

She was raped and then killed by Liu Quezi. Although she did not show any resentment before she died, how could she not feel resentment in her heart after encountering such a great humiliation and even being killed?

But Sister Hong was a gentle person after all, so after hearing what I said, she felt relieved. Although the resentment in her heart could not be said to be let go, at least the obsession of revenge in her heart had hope and sustenance.

This is Sister Hong. If it were someone else, the corpse would probably turn into a corpse on the spot.

However, I don’t know whether Sister Hong’s soul has entered the underworld and reincarnated into a new life, or is she still trapped in this fatal feng shui bureau and will still be refined by blood?

I swallowed my saliva, then slowly stood up, staggered to Sister Hong, and said in a hoarse voice: "Sister Hong, let Qian Yu take you to the grave."

Our village seems peaceful now, but this is just the tranquility before the storm.

No one knows whether those mutated villagers are completely "dead" or hiding somewhere.

If Sister Hong cannot be buried, then if her body is harmed again, even if she was gentle in her life, she may rise from the dead.

Moreover, if Sister Hong's body is left here, then her fate is very likely to be the same as those poultry, quickly rotten by the blood of this deadly feng shui bureau, and finally turned into a tonic for the terracotta warriors.

Sister Hong has suffered enough, I will never allow her to have troubles after death.

I did not carry Sister Hong directly to the grave, but first searched in the closet, found a relatively new set of clothes, and then returned to Sister Hong.

"Sister Hong, let Qian Yu help you change into clean clothes, and then send you away cleanly."

The clothes she was wearing were already torn, I took the scissors and cut and tore off her clothes, then washed a towel and gently wiped the blood off her body.

It was not until then that I saw that Sister Hong's body was covered with teeth marks, especially her chest, which was bitten bloody and in a mess, and it was no longer in shape.

I gritted my teeth, suppressed the anger in my heart, and turned my head away, unable to bear to look.

The fatal injury to Sister Hong was in her lower body. She was not just as bad as it seemed on the surface, but her uterus was severely damaged, causing heavy bleeding. Otherwise, Sister Hong would not have died so quickly.

After wiping, I helped Sister Hong stop the bleeding, and then helped her put on new clothes.

"Sister Hong, let's go."

I took a deep breath, then picked up Sister Hong, and walked out with heavy steps.

Sister Hong's mother passed away last year. My master helped her choose the grave and the funeral.

However, Sister Hong's mother's grave is not in the mass graves in the back mountain, but on a small hill not far from the west end of our village.

At that time, I asked my master, other people's dead people are buried in the back mountain, why did Sister Hong's mother want to be buried on the small hill in the west of the village?

The master said that it was one of the few Feng Shui treasures in our village. If people were buried there, it would not only make their descendants prosperous and wealthy, but also make them worry-free for life.

It was true. Half a year after Hong Jie's mother passed away, Hong Jie's family was getting more and more prosperous. Hong Jie's husband contracted a food processing factory, bought the fish in Hu Zi's fish pond, and processed them into dried fish. He made a lot of money in a few months.

Whether it was Hong Jie or Uncle Li, they were about to live a good life and enjoy a good life. Who could have thought that such a thing would happen in the village.

Not only did Uncle Li become a monster with only primitive instincts left, but even Hong Jie was killed by the disaster.

I can only say that everything is fate, and it is not up to people at all!

I sighed, then quickened my pace and quickly rushed to the hilltop.

But what surprised me was that the originally chaotic village was surprisingly quiet at this moment. Those mutated villagers seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. Along the way, I didn't even see a single person.

When I was about to leave the village, I looked at the dead silence of the village, and finally couldn't help shouting: "Is there... Is there anyone alive?".7

There was no response, the whole small mountain village was dead, without any life.

"Is everyone dead? What about the Xu family? Are they dead too?"

I looked at the empty street with red eyes, and then turned around and left quickly.

I walked very fast along the way, and after about half an hour, I finally climbed up the hill.

However, when I climbed up the hill and saw the scene on the hill, my whole body was numb in an instant.

My eyes were wide open, because I was too scared, causing my whole body to tremble violently, and my heart was directly pulled up to my throat.

At this moment, I finally knew where those mutated villagers had gone.

They were all gathered on this small hill, but they were already dead, just like garbage thrown away at random, piled up together. There were

too many corpses, they were piled up on the hill, several meters high, and from a distance, it looked like a mountain of corpses.