"Unless something happened?" I was aroused by the words.
"Unless there have always been 49 people in this village and there has been no change for a long time, only in this way can normal people remember this number!"
"A long time, how long do you mean?" I asked curiously.
Hu Qiu thought for a while and then said: "Based on Festinger's law and the law of human memory of numbers, I initially estimate that this time will last at least twenty years, or even longer."
"Twenty years!" I widened my eyes in surprise, "This is too exaggerated!"
I feel a little unbelievable.
Hu Qiu did not mean to joke, but asked:
"Jiuyang, you grew up in your hometown in the countryside, right?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?" I was a little confused.
"Then let me ask you, do you know how many people there are in your village?"
I was immediately confused. How could I know this? I must know them all, but how could I know exactly how many people there were?
"Forget it, I guess you don't know either. Let me ask you a simple question, how many households are there in your village?"
I was blinded and shook my head, "Who cares to count this!"
"Isn't that right, but Qin Han can say it right away? Don't you find it strange?" Hu Qiu said.
I was immediately speechless. Hu Qiu continued: "Even if the time I launched is 20 years, it may actually be longer. Only when the population does not change for such a long time can it be possible?"
Let a person remember the number of people in a village."
"Is it true that there are no young people and children in this village?" I remembered what Hu Qiu said just now.
"It's very possible!" Hu Qiu nodded.
"If that's the case, who will provide for them until they die? Who will continue their family lineage?"
Hu Xue shook her head gently, "I don't know about that!"
"What makes me wonder is that the TV station had clearly reported on this place before, but in the end, all the reports disappeared overnight, and there are no relevant records even on the Internet. Do you think it's strange or not!"
"I'm sure there must be some unknown secret in this place!" Hu Qiu said with squinted eyes.
Soon, we returned to the village.
The villagers were preparing a banquet for us, still at Grandpa Xiao Qin’s home. When we entered the yard, Hu Qiu and I were both startled.
In the yard, a black goat hung on a tree, struggling with its head downwards, its eyes gleaming with fear.
Next to me, a villager was sharpening a black-stained pig-killing knife. The knife seemed to be stained with a lot of blood, and I could faintly see a faint smell of blood.
I didn't expect that the villagers were so hospitable and actually killed a goat to entertain us.
I didn't think much about it. After greeting everyone, I quickly pulled Hu Qiu into the main room.
The strange thing is that Xiao Qin hasn't come back yet, she seems to have disappeared.
After we sat down, Xiao Qin's grandfather asked us to rest for a while. He went to see if the people who went up the mountain had returned, and then turned around and went out. Hu Qiu and I were the only two people left in the main room, and everyone else went outside to help.
"Jiuyang, can you tell them not to kill this sheep? It looks so pitiful!" Hu Qiu said unbearably.
I glanced at her in surprise, then remembered that Hu Qiu was a vegetarian, nodded, turned around and walked into the yard.
But at this moment, the knife-sharpening villager had already taken the knife in his hand, walked up to the goat, and looked at the struggling black goat in the car with an expressionless face.
Just as I was about to tell them not to kill the sheep, the villager suddenly raised his knife and dropped it. I felt a flash of cold light, and the short knife, less than a foot long, slashed hard on the goat's neck.
A thud was heard, the knife was embedded in the trunk of the tree, and the goat's entire head was chopped off by him. It fell to the ground and rolled gurglingly.
A stream of blood spurted out along the neck. The villager swung the knife, but a few drops of blood flew over. I subconsciously blocked it with both hands, and the blood fell on Shuang's hands.
Hu Qiu, who was standing at the door of the main room, was so frightened by this bloody scene that he screamed and quickly turned his head back to the main room, not daring to look any further.
I secretly cursed my bad luck and followed me back into the main room. I found that Hu Qiu's face was a little pale, and she seemed to be frightened.
"It's too cruel, it's really too cruel!" Hu Qiu covered his mouth, feeling a little like vomiting.
"Are you okay?" I asked quickly.
Hu Qiu adjusted his breathing, then shook his head with a pale face.
"I'm fine, just take it easy!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't expect them to do it so quickly!" I said apologetically.
"I don't blame you, just wipe off the blood quickly!" Hu Qiu looked at the blood on my hands and said.
Only then did I react and subconsciously stretched out my right hand to take out a tissue from the bag. The back of this hand was clean and would not stain the bag.
But as soon as I reached into my satchel and grabbed it casually, I suddenly felt a burning sensation.
I exclaimed and quickly pulled my hand out, only to find that a trace of white smoke was coming out of the bag.
I was suddenly startled, and my face suddenly became serious.
"Quickly, open it for me!" I quickly said to Hu Qiu.
Hu Qiu also saw something unusual. He quickly came over to help me open the satchel, then stretched out his hand and took out a yellow talisman from inside.
This is a whole evil-suppressing talisman, drawn with white pure Yang rooster blood and cinnabar. It burns when evil comes and can burn away evil spirits.
At this moment, it is this talisman that is emitting white smoke.
My eyes instantly fell on the smoking area, where a drop of blood was evaporating.
"Goat's blood can activate the evil-suppressing talisman!" I was so surprised that I couldn't speak.
"What's wrong?" Hu Qiu asked.
"There's something wrong with this goat!" I said with an ugly face.
As I said that, I couldn't help but turn around and look into the yard.
The severed head of the sheep was still on the ground, with the head facing outward, and blood was still dripping from the neck. The ground was dyed red in a large area, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.
I sniffed and suddenly felt that the fishy smell was a bit too strong, and it seemed to be mixed with a faint stench.
Hu Qiu had obviously never seen such a bloody scene and was very uncomfortable with it. After taking one look, he grabbed my arm tightly.
I couldn't help but look at the villagers who had just killed the sheep with their swords, and I couldn't help but feel shocked.
This old man seemed to be able to cut off the sheep's head easily with a seemingly ordinary knife, and the knife was still embedded in the tree. How much strength does this require?
This knife is very short, does not have enough weight and impact, and can only rely on the strength of the wrist. Even if an ordinary strong man uses all his strength, he may not be able to chop off a sheep's head with one knife, let alone use the knife.
Embedded in the trunk of the tree.
This is a bit too exaggerated!
This old man has never practiced, has he?
Just when I was wondering, the old man knelt down and picked up the sheep's head from the ground, and then placed it on the plate on the table.
I glanced subconsciously, but something strange happened.
The eyes of this sheep head that had just been chopped off started to turn.