Just a quick calculation, you are a fugitive!

Under the dim flashlight.

Zheng Heng and Wang Haitao looked at each other.

Wang Haitao looked at the little girl carefully again.

She had a pigtail and her face was very white.

Although she was wearing the same linen clothes as the zombies outside, it was obviously much cleaner and tidier. If you don't look closely, the linen color also makes the little girl's skin very delicate.

It's obvious.

This is not a zombie like the ones outside.

Looking more closely, the little girl's eyelashes are trembling slightly.

Her chest is rising and falling slowly.

Is this... a living person?

Yagu Village is located on the top of the mountain. The only entrance to the village is through a very narrow mountain stream. The only road is a bottomless cliff on one side and a steep mountain wall on the other side. The entire journey of more than a thousand meters can only be carried along the mountain wall, on a small road of only 20 to 30 centimeters.

So when they entered the mountain, even though there was an old guide named Ning leading the way and everyone in the team had good physical fitness, Wang Haitao still scolded the lousy hikers who came to play in the mountain.

These people are just too hungry. They don't want to lie on the comfortable big bed, but have to walk on this mountain road where you can see the devil if you are not careful.

The most annoying thing is that these people are really rich and have a lot of free time. Even if they don't work hard, they are definitely winners in life.

So, in such a place in Yagu Village, there are a few hikers who are looking for death. That's what they deserve. The appearance of such a small living girl is very strange.

Wang Haitao instinctively became alert.

Seeing this, Zheng Heng whispered: "Master brought it, there should be... no problem, right?"

Wang Haitao shook his head slowly, and said in a low voice: "Better safe than sorry."

He asked Zheng Heng to put the little girl in the corner, and everyone stayed two meters away from her, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, one of the hikers who was most seriously eroded by the evil spirit woke up.

After looking around blankly, he found people in uniform around him and stood up in surprise.

Just as he was about to speak, when he saw the little girl in the corner, his face changed again and he shrank back in fear.

"Devil, this is a little devil!"

Su Chen returned to the small square.

It was almost noon when the sun was high in the sky.

The villagers who were watching had been standing for a long time and were probably impatient and started to shout.

"Village chief, where is the village chief?"

"Yes, are you going to kill the pig? We haven't eaten pork for a long time."

"More than pork? I haven't eaten much meat, I'm dying of greed."

"I'll ask the village chief to save some pig heart for me later."

"What's so delicious about pig heart? It has to be pig tongue and pig ears."

...

Someone trotted away.

After a while, a sturdy middle-aged man about 1.7 meters tall led an old man with two pig-killing knives in one hand out.

"Master Zhou, I'm sorry to bother you."

"No, no, it's just this skill of killing pigs. I haven't used it for a long time. I don't know if it's still good."

"Don't worry, after killing the New Year pig, all the pig offal will be yours, Master Zhou."

"Hehe, that's fine, that's fine."

...

"Clang~"

Another gong sounded.

With the full-throated "Kill the pig" of the sturdy middle-aged man, the villagers immediately dispersed, some fetched water, some chopped firewood, and soon a large iron pot on the side was boiling.

Here, the old man crossed his two pig-killing knives, made a clanging sound, and quickly aimed at the "pig" neck and slashed it hard.

Su Chen hurriedly controlled it.

Under the illusion.

A big cut was made on the pig's neck, and the bright red pig blood gushed out, and soon fell into the wooden basin below along the pig's neck.

Seeing the speed of the flow, the old man nodded with satisfaction and touched his chin: "Village chief, this pig blood looks good, there should be half a basin."

The sturdy middle-aged man rubbed his hands happily: "Really? That's great, our village can finally have a good New Year this year."

As he said this, he couldn't help sniffing his nose, and a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes.

But soon, he was attracted by the old man's question: "Village chief, what's going on outside?"

The sturdy middle-aged man's face froze.

"What can it be like outside? The same as always."

"It's been seven or eight years, and there's still a war?"

Another person came over with firewood.

"Do they still eat two-legged sheep?"

As soon as this was said, Su Chen clearly felt that the evil spirit of the whole village was fluctuating.

And the source...

It was the sturdy middle-aged village chief.

In an instant, the man holding the firewood and talking suddenly disappeared.

The old man and the other villagers didn't seem to notice anything unusual, and they were still boiling water lively.

In a moment, the "pig" that had been drained of blood was thrown into a bathtub filled with boiling water.

A woman took the melon pulp to scrub the "pig" up and down, and then everyone worked together to lift the "pig" onto the chopping board that had been prepared long ago.

The old man's knife clicked twice and quickly gutted the "pig".

When the "pork" was divided, the onlookers applauded.

It took nearly two hours.

The "New Year Pig Killing" was over.

The originally lively small square soon became empty.

When the old man who killed the pig carried the pig "into the water" and walked away, he was still humming a tuneless little song.

Su Chen did not leave with him.

He quietly watched the sturdy middle-aged man who came back, and he still held a small piece of pork that was only the size of a palm in his hand.

Like all the villagers, he did not get more because he was the village chief, just that palm-sized piece.

But at this moment, he looked at the piece of pork in his hand with murderous intent in his eyes.

"This is not pork, this is not pork!"

"Who, who stole the pigs in our village!"

His muttering quickly turned into a roar.

With him as the center, the murderous energy surged wildly.

It seemed to devour the entire stone house group.

Su Chen watched quietly, still motionless.

After a long time, the murderous energy slowly subsided.

The sturdy middle-aged man murmured: "My Huan'er, my Huan'er is still waiting for me at home, she must be hungry."

Su Chen quietly followed him into a stone house.

Seeing that it was empty inside, the sturdy middle-aged man seemed to remember.

"My Huan'er was hidden by me."

"Pork, Huan'er can't eat pork."

"If you eat pork, you will become fat and become a pig. Huan'er can't eat it~"

He murmured, and then took out a handful of millet from a jar.

"Huan'er, grandpa brought you food."

Su Chen sighed slightly.

When he followed the sturdy middle-aged man to the waterfall, watched the middle-aged man carefully open the coffin, hold the corn next to the little girl, and touch the little girl's face lovingly, Su Chen's expression was as calm as water.

Just when he thought that the illusion successfully concealed the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man suddenly turned his head.

"Stranger?!"

Su Chen was shocked.

When he thought that the illusion he learned from the little bamboo cat had a flaw and was discovered, he saw a hunched figure coming slowly.

The man was carrying a basket with cakes in it.

Seeing it was him, the evil spirit in the middle-aged man's eyes was reduced.

"Are you the descendant of the Ning family?"

"What are you doing here?"

The old man stepped forward, put down the basket, kowtowed to him three times respectfully, and then said: "Village head master, this old servant will give Miss Huan'er some food to be filial, please help me!"