The third house was even further away. When the entire second house began to be enveloped in raging fire, a few people finally took steps and hurried towards the third house.

Lisuo didn't say a word along the way, but his deliberately slow pace still revealed the uneasiness and fear in his heart.

The second family and the third family are separated by two rice fields. After the rice is planted in Ningcheng, it will mature for three to four seasons. In other mountain villages in Ningcheng, the rice fields are in a state of barrenness all year round. Most of them

The farmers have all gone out to work, and few are left to farm quietly. Even if they are left to farm, there are very few who specialize in growing rice. They all stay to grow melons, etc., or directly grow tobacco.

Because there is a tobacco processing factory near Ningcheng, tobacco and the like are still relatively popular.

However, the farmers here still maintain the habits they had fifteen years ago. At that time, what middle-aged women liked most was not TV, but several young wives or mothers-in-law sitting together and chatting about the story of the East's family and the West's family's shortcomings.

, the fields grow grains and vegetables, which are self-sufficient. If there are more, they can be picked up and sold in the market.

The third house is getting closer and closer. From a distance, you can see a few vague figures standing there in the courtyard of the third house, but you can't tell which one they are, but they are also there.

In the distance, I heard the innocent smiles of children.

"Fortunately, it's okay." The monk breathed a sigh of relief. Qin Mu and Li Suo couldn't help but put smiles on their faces. Only Yu Xiu looked at the direction of the third house thoughtfully and touched his own.

His lips were thinking, but he didn't speak for a long time.

If Yu Xiu unconsciously touches his mouth with his hand, it means that this person is thinking again. This is completely different from Qin Mu, because when Qin Mu is in a daze, there is no warning at all, as long as he sees

When this guy's eyes are fixedly looking at a certain place without moving, he has probably started to wander.

Several people ran happily towards the third house. The three figures in the house all had their backs to Qin Mu and the others. The monk ran the fastest all the way, probably because he was filled with the joy of not seeing a living person for a long time.

The whole chest was extremely excited when he ran over, even dispelling some of the haze left by the previous intimidation of those three heads.

But soon, he stopped laughing.

I walked to the nearest thin figure. It was a little kid wearing a white cotton vest. He didn't even wear pants, and his bare butt was exposed to the air. The white vest was worn for a long time, and it didn't have any trousers.

It is changed and washed in time, so it shows a dark yellow color. This color will look more obvious when it is illuminated by the sun.

The child only gave the monk a back view, seeming to be looking at something in front of him. He did not speak for a long time and was so focused that even the monk did not notice it after he was observing for a long time.

"Hey, kid, what are you looking at?" The monk found it interesting. Anyone would find it interesting when they see an expression that should be on an adult's face appear on a child's face.

However, the child was still looking ahead intently, not even bothering to acknowledge the monk's mood.

The monk touched his nose and pushed the child gently.

And a scene that surprised him appeared. The child swayed under the monk's push, just like the wild grass growing on the ground, swaying twice. In the monk's surprised eyes, it seemed like a

The lump of flesh without any support fell limply to the ground.

Only then did the monk realize that the child's face was gone, and what was left behind was not a body, but only a piece of skin.

A piece of skin as thin as a cicada's wings.

The skin is very complete. If you look closely, you can clearly see the pores and weak blood vessels of the other party. Inside the skin, the unique red soil of Ningcheng is wrapped. This is why the monk saw this child in the first place.

She was running around the house with her back to him in a very cheerful manner, and the child's silvery laughter could even be heard in the air, echoing around.

The skin was knocked down by the monk, and the soil inside also fell down. When it was blown by the wind, the faceless skin rotated in the air like a hat, making a sound like cracking silk, beating everyone's hearts.

It was muffled, but not chaotic at all, like a low drum beat.

Li Suo frantically pounced on the remaining figure in the house. Unexpectedly, this figure was just like the child just now, but with a faceless skin filled with Ningcheng's unique red soil.

A family of five all died in this way.

Qin Mu looked at the five skins neatly placed in the house. They were old people and children, men and women. However, just one night later, all of them died, and their time stayed forever.

One night in November 2013.

Only the dead are always the same age and spend the same season, but their lives end forever because of something like this. But they are all innocent, right?

Lisuo suddenly roared like crazy, his voice was powerful and roaring, no one knew what he was roaring, maybe even he himself didn't know what he was roaring.

It's just that he felt as if there was something in his chest that was constantly burning him. This burning feeling seemed to pierce through his chest. All words here were pale and all words were powerless here.

, no one can understand his mood, no one can understand his feelings for this mountain village.

He could only roar and roar to vent the fire in his chest and spray out the resentment in his chest. Only in this way could he forget about this incident and everything else when he was exhausted.

Amid Li Suo's frantic roar, Qin Mu's Qingyue voice suddenly sounded. In his mouth, he was singing a tune that even Li Suo didn't know. This voice was soft and gentle. If he hadn't seen Qin Mu before, he would have heard it.

Li Suo would have thought that the person singing this song was a woman. Who would have thought that a man as tall as Qin Mu could sing such a melodious tune.

The sound suddenly sounded without warning, and with the help of his spiritual power, Qin Mu's voice seemed particularly loud. It felt louder than the walkie-talkie used by the police uncle to shout.

This melodious tune is a witch song used to soothe the soul in the second chapter of the witch song. It is also a war song. Almost the earliest ten witch songs are war songs, because the first ten witch songs are all auxiliary types of witch songs.

The earliest Wu Zhu was, to put it bluntly, an auxiliary.

Qin Mu's witchcraft songs add a lot of things to the soldiers. If they want to go to war with the opponent, the witchcraft here can sing a song of death or chaos to the opponent****.
Chapter completed!