The first thousand four hundred and forty-nine chapters the corpse in the grave
Rang Sique gradually calmed down, moved his eyelids, and slowly opened his eyes. What he saw was a familiar yet unfamiliar face. After a while, Rang Sique slowly came back to his senses.
"Having a nightmare?"
Ran Sique nodded blankly, folding his arms in front of his chest, as obediently as a child lying in bed.
Li Luo took back his hand, smiled and said, "It's dawn."
Rang Sique made a sound, then realized what Li Luo had done. He bared his teeth and wanted to say something, but Li Luo consciously turned to the other side, leaving Rang Sique alone and secretly angry.
It is indeed bright, but the white mist outside the house is still as thick as yesterday. It has not become lighter or darker.
The wooden house seemed to be even more rickety than yesterday. Apart from the snow and the fence, there was nothing outside, no footprints, and no changes at all. If it weren't for the big hole in the wall of the wooden house and the raincoats scattered on the ground, Li would have almost fallen.
He Rangsique thought that what happened last night was just a dream.
Li Luo brought some snow back from outside the house, put out the remaining fire in the basin, and put the extra unused firewood back into the corner of the wooden house. Rang Sique quietly watched Li Luo go in and out, everything was in order.
Li Luo and Yan said, "Are you leaving?"
Rang Sique avoided Li Luo's gaze and looked into the depths of the forest outside the house. The mist was gathering and changing, and occasionally dim shadows emerged from the mist.
"Do you still want to go see it?"
"Now that you're here, let's take a look."
"Okay." Rang Sique responded simply and left the wooden house first.
The village is not big. There are about a dozen wooden houses scattered here and there. There is no order to speak of. If there is space, a yard can be built at will. Rang Sique and Li Luo walked all the way to the northeast, and they could not reach half a cup of tea.
The two of them arrived at the outside of the village in no time. Ruang Sique didn't stay any further. After briefly identifying the direction, he walked straight into the forest.
There was a hill, not high, with a gentle slope. There was an old tree on the top of the hill, with twisted branches. Rang Sique quickly took a few steps up the hill and lowered his head to look at his feet.
Li Luo followed, raised his eyes, looked a little solemn, and let out a light sigh.
Behind the hill is a grave pit, which is about one foot deep above the snow at the bottom, two feet wide, and more than three feet long. There are many corpses in the pit that are very similar to the people in raincoats seen last night.
Wearing uniform black clothes and wild hair that covered their faces, it looked like there were around forty or fifty of them.
The snow in the grave was very deep, covering half of the bodies of the corpses. However, the strange thing was that there was no snow on the heads and shoulders of the corpses. Except for their coats, which had no visible texture, they looked strangely clean.
Li Luo thought for a moment, jumped into the grave, walked to a corpse, stretched out his hand to lift away the corpse's messy hair, and took a look. When his fingers were still a piece of paper away from the clusters of frozen hair, Li Luo
After a pause, as if hesitating for a few breaths, he slowly lifted up the corpse's messy hair.
This is a human face, and the facial features are clearly visible. Not one is missing, and no one is missing. Li Luo breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that he would see some shocking monster coming. As long as he is a human, no matter whether he is alive or dead, he can always
Feel better.
Although it is a human face, the appearance cannot be clearly seen. The face of this corpse is covered by a layer of ice flowers, which are layered over the entire face. It is a bit scary and a bit disgusting. I can only see the outline of the facial features.
To judge whether this person is beautiful or ugly, it is difficult to tell.
The eyes of the corpse were also covered with a thick layer of ice crystals, and the pupils and eyes could not be seen, and they were extremely pale, which was quite penetrating.
Li Luo's heart moved, and he picked up the messy hair of the other corpse on the side. The two corpses were exactly the same, both were covered with ice flowers, and what was surprising was that the eyes of this corpse were also open and pale.
Weird mass graves, weird survivors who die with their eyes open.
Li Luo felt a chill in his heart, maybe because his courage was weak, or maybe Li Luo looked away, it seemed that the corpses in the grave had moved slightly.
"Let's go." Rui Sique, who was standing on the top of the slope, suddenly said quickly.
Li Luo raised his head and looked at Rang Sique. Rang Sique's face was extremely ugly. His white face was almost similar to those of these corpses, and there was no blood.
"I want to get out of here."
Li Luo was startled, then hummed and said, "Okay, let's go." After that, Li Luo jumped up to the hill. Just as he was about to talk to Chang Sique, he saw Chang Sique turning around and walking down the hillside in a hurry.
Li Luo had some doubts, but he was determined not to let Rang Sique be alone at this time. He looked back at the corpse in the grave, thoughtfully, and then followed him.
Rang Sique walked very fast. He didn't slow down until he returned to the village, thinking a lot.
"Miss Rangsi, what did you see just now?"
Rang Sique took a deep breath, looked at Li Luo steadily, and said, "One body is missing."
Li Luo let out a sigh and his face changed slightly.
"Originally there were forty-seven corpses in the pit. I just counted them, and there were only forty-six left, and one corpse was missing."
After finishing speaking, Li Luo and Rang Sique glanced at the wooden house where they lived last night. If they added the one they saw last night, it would be just right.
"I don't know how long these corpses have been here. They have been here since my father, grandfather, and grandpa were young, and they are still there now. They are neither rotten nor rotten. They have always been like this. Moreover," Rang Sique pointed at the village.
He continued, "Forget about the corpses, but these wooden houses have been crumbling for many years, but none of them have ever collapsed."
Li Luo looked at a nearby wooden house in the direction pointed by Rang Sique, and remained silent. After a moment, he suddenly asked in a deep voice: "What is that?"
Rang Sique turned around and looked over. Li Luo was pointing at a strange pattern under the eaves of the wooden house. The pattern was very old, the lines were a little blurry, and it looked obscure and difficult to distinguish. It seemed like the shapes of many birds and animals were kneaded together.
Looking at a line, it looks like that, but if all the lines are intertwined, it looks like nothing. It is not even comparable to the graffiti of a three-year-old child. It is ugly and ugly.
Rang Sique's expression changed slightly, then returned to his original state, and said calmly: "I've only seen it here. I don't know what it is. Maybe it's the mark of the craftsmen who built this village."
"Every cabin has one?"
Rang Sique paused for a moment, nodded, and said: "There are them under the eaves of every house."
Li Luo said oh, there seemed to be some untrue meaning in Rang Sique's words, but Li Luo didn't ask further.
Rang Sique looked up at the sky and said calmly: "Let's leave early while the sky is still bright."
Li Luo responded, and the two of them walked out of the misty snowy field, one behind the other.