With the whole village present, Ye Moxun didn't want things to be too bloody, so he gave Zhong Tianba a pill that would kill him instantly without any pain, and that would make him look like he was asleep after death.
He got off too easily.
Seeing a living person dead in front of them for the first time, everyone was a little taken aback. It wasn't that they were afraid of the dead; having escaped disasters before, they had seen many dead bodies. They were just a little uncomfortable for a moment.
After more than two years of peaceful life, everyone had almost forgotten the years of disaster where lives were taken lightly. Of course, deep down they dared not forget, and could not forget even if they wanted to. So many relatives died during their escape from the disaster, and they themselves were lucky to survive. It was really too difficult.
"Don't just stand there, carry the person out and bury them quickly. Oh, and bury them far away so they don't disgust people," Lin Fuhai waved his hand, giving instructions with a weary expression.
Unless absolutely necessary, who would want to kill? There are only eighty-odd people left in Linjia Village, and they can't be any fewer. He must do his best to protect them.
Everyone looked at each other, and after a long while, a few burly men stepped forward and carried the man away. As they passed Lin Fuhai, they muttered, "Village chief, why don't we just throw him off the cliff? Why bother burying him?"
The only cliff in Songlin Village is the cave outside where Song Tantan stored grain and Song Zhuiyan led everyone to carry the grain. The cliff is extremely deep, so throwing people off would be a one-time solution.
But it was too cruel, so the villagers only talked about it and didn't actually do it. After leaving Liu Mei and Zhu Yu's house, they found a door panel to carry the person. A group of big men carried the person into the deep mountains and decided to bury the person in a place they didn't go to often, a place further away.
To ensure the safety of the villagers, Zhong Qingyi and Song Zhuiyan went along, and the group didn't return to the village until dark.
The next day, the whole village held a meeting, mainly to discuss burying the thirty dead bodies in the Water Curtain Cave. This matter had been dragging on for more than two years and had been a thorn in the side of Song Zhuiyan and a few others who knew the truth. Now, there was finally an explanation, and the matter could be resolved completely.
"Thirty dead people, all women. That damned womanizer deserves to die."
"Who can argue with that? Luckily, Tantan and Axun discovered those three in time, otherwise the women in the village might have suffered terribly, and even lost their lives."
The women in the village cursed the three men's ancestors for eighteen generations, saying that letting them die too easily was too lenient, and that such people deserved to be torn to pieces.
"Why don't you go dig them up and whip their corpses?" someone said rudely.
"Mind your own business. We were just venting our emotions. Who would actually do something so despicable?" To put it bluntly, the victim wasn't their relative or friend; they didn't know her at all. They could offer verbal sympathy at most, but it was impossible for them to actually do anything.
There were too many dead. Even with all the men in the village mobilized, there weren't enough people. Two people could carry one box, which required sixty people. In contrast, all the men in Songlin Village combined numbered only about thirty. The rest were women, the elderly, and children.
He could only make several trips. A few bolder women offered to help, but Lin Fuhai chased them away, saying, "Don't try to get involved, you're just a woman. The men in our village are still here. Do we need you?"
"However, you women who can lift hoes can help dig the holes. These people should be buried a bit further away so as not to scare the children." After considering all the options, the only suitable place was the one where Zhao Pingjun and Zhong Tianba were buried yesterday. It was remote, and the villagers didn't usually go there to pick wild vegetables or hunt.
The road there was difficult to travel, the terrain was complicated, and many poisonous plants grew there. In the past, only Ye Moxun would occasionally lead people to collect herbs, but he didn't go there often. The ridges there were too steep, and if you weren't careful, you would fall down the mountain and it would be difficult to climb back up even if you didn't fall to your death.
Logically, it shouldn't be buried in such a place; it's too much trouble. But out of concern for the psychological trauma, everyone is willing to go through the trouble to bury the person far away.
The burial process took almost a whole day. There was no other way; the journey was quite long, and the person had to be carried away in batches. Once they arrived at the destination, the person had to be taken out of the box. There was no coffin; they were simply placed in the pit and buried.
There was an old man in the village who used to jump rope. He spent a long time doing that. The villagers had made a lot of straw paper, but they didn't have any paper money, so they killed a chicken, sprinkled chicken blood on the straw paper, and burned it for these people, and also prayed to the spirits of the dead.
"Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor. Go find whoever you need to find. It has nothing to do with the people in our village. If it weren't for our kindness, none of you would be able to rest in peace now. Remember, don't come looking for us. Go far away, leave this place, and be reincarnated." The old man jumping rope muttered to himself, sounding quite convincing.
However, what she said makes a lot of sense. The people of Songlin Village didn't harm them. If they want revenge, they should go find Chen Linchong underground. Should they ask this sorceress to perform a ritual at the stone house? I don't know if she can do it.
Song Tantan pondered to herself, she hadn't felt it before, but now that she knew the owner of the stone house was dead, she felt uneasy, and even the cement-plastered walls didn't look beautiful anymore.
On the way back, everyone took a detour. This is the rule. After sending the dead up the mountain, you can't take the same road you came from, otherwise the spirit of the dead will follow you home. Taking a detour is the only way to avoid being followed.
I don't know if it's true or not, but doing it does give people peace of mind and makes them less afraid.
After returning home, Song Tantan said to her aunt, "Should we build a new house? I don't want to live here anymore. Let's move to Uncle Zhong's house today and move out after the new house is built."
"What are you afraid of? You're too timid. People died in the small village we lived in back then, but we weren't afraid then." Song Zhuiyan didn't think it was necessary to move.
“There’s no other way, we have nowhere else to go. Now that we have a choice, why not stay somewhere more comfortable?” Song Tantan explained with a serious expression. “That man is a womanizer. We two women shouldn’t stay in his house and let him get away with it.”
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