Wen Ling gasped and stood in the simply furnished living room in a daze, looking around.
Qin Yin couldn't stand it any longer, "Wen Ling, it's actually a good thing that they are all gone. At least they are safe."
"Won't……"
Wen Ling responded decisively with these two words, and then ran out the door.
The others looked at each other.
"What's going on?" Qin Yin asked.
Xiaolan shook her head along with the others.
"Does Jiutian know?" The fool turned around and asked.
Luo Jiutian walked to the door and looked at it, "I don't know what Wen Ling means. Does it mean they won't leave? Or does it mean it's not safe anymore if they leave?"
"Follow her first."
The Taoist priest led the crowd and chased him out. Wenling was leaning on the old wooden fence outside the yard, covering his abdomen and panting desperately.
"Run slowly," Qin Yin and Xiao Lan hurriedly ran over to support her, Qin Yin warned, "You are so weak...which house are you going to next?"
A group of people followed the inquiry and visited almost every hut without seeing a single person. However, there were some muddy footprints in each hut.
It seems that those people really got nothing.
On the edge of the village, where it is connected to the mountains, there is a sparse bamboo forest. In late autumn, the bamboo leaves and bamboo bodies have turned yellow. Wen Ling walked by the bamboo forest in despair, and was about to walk to the next house. Suddenly
, there was a rustle in the bamboo forest, and the autumn wind passed through the forest, bringing with it the smell of wind.
Xiaolan and Baomu stopped at the same time.
The two of them looked at the bamboo forest at the same time.
seem……
"Brother Baomu, did you smell it too?"
Baomu nodded lightly, "Like... the fragrance of flowers."
"Hmm, it smells so good."
Deep in the bamboo forest, there is a light but very fragrant and unique floral fragrance.
It's something I've never smelled before.
"What did you find?" Luo Jiutian asked.
Wen Ling also looked at the two of them.
"Over there in the bamboo forest, there seems to be a burst of flower fragrance wafting over." Xiaolan said.
"It's indeed a floral scent," Baomu added, "It's very light, but it smells very good, and there's a distance between it and us."
"What kind of flower? Are there any flowers in this season?"
"I don't know, it's the strange fragrance of flowers," Baomu asked Xiang Wenling, "Wenling, are there any flowers in the bamboo forest?"
Wen Ling shook his head vaguely, paused, and then walked towards the bamboo forest.
Everyone walked through the bamboo forest for a while. After a while, they could smell the fragrance of flowers even if there was no wind. Gradually, everyone could smell the fragrance of flowers.
Wen Ling sniffed and, with Qin Yin's support, gradually accelerated her pace.
This scent is very sweet and special, but for some reason, Xiaolan always feels like her chest is being pressed by the scent.
The pace of everyone is getting faster and faster.
Faster and faster...
until……
"Ah!" Qin Yin exclaimed in surprise.
In the center of the bamboo forest, there was an open space the size of a basketball court. From a distance, everyone saw several white objects standing in the open space.
When Wen Ling saw it, he almost fell to the ground nervously.
People approached in a hurry.
Xiaolan felt a chill in her heart.
Sure enough, it was a human being.
Five people dressed in white sat neatly in the middle of the bamboo forest, forming a circle on the ground.
But it is not a complete circle, but more than half of the circle, and it seems that a person is missing.
All the people in white faced the center of the circle, their heads lowered, except for the man with his back to them. He had white hair and looked like an old man, but his spine was straight...
"grandfather!"
Wen Ling's screams exploded in Xiaolan's ears.
Everyone was stunned.
Wen Ling pushed Qin Yin away and stumbled towards the old man.
She fell, knelt on the ground, and crawled over, crying.
She saw the old man's face.
Two lines of tears suddenly welled up in those clear gray eyes.
"grandfather!"
Wen Ling's voice was shrill and tragic, and Xiaolan's body trembled. She felt as if the call followed her ears and pierced into her chest, and then severely cut open her heart.
Wen Ling grabbed the old man's hands, leaned on his knees and cried loudly. Qin Yin silently walked to Wen Ling's side, turned his eyes to the old man's face, and covered his mouth in shock.
Then, she knelt down and looked at the faces of the other four people.
Then, he collapsed directly on the ground.
His face was pale.
Xiaolan finally regained consciousness in her feet, and she walked over silently with the others.
Luo Jiutian took a breath of cold air, the fool and the Taoist priest pursed their lips and frowned, while Baomu helped Qin Yin up, his fingers still trembling a little.
Xiaolan held her breath and looked at the old man.
Yes, it's the old man.
"Wen Ling, let's go."
"Leave us, leave Weiruo Village, it's time for you to go out."
This is Wen Ling’s grandfather.
However, the pair of pupils that were exactly the same as Wen Ling's, shining with clear luster, were no longer there.
There were only two bloody holes left in the old man's eye sockets. The pair of bloody holes were facing straight ahead. Even without his eyes, Xiaolan could still feel the clarity of seeing through all things.
In the center of the circle surrounded by five people, there was a white porcelain cup. The white porcelain cup was slightly larger than a palm. It was covered with a white porcelain cup lid. A few pieces of grass stained with mud and rain fell on the cup lid.
Ye Dao took a long step to the porcelain cup, squatted down, and gently opened the lid of the cup.
The floral fragrance suddenly became stronger.
But what was placed in the porcelain cup was not flowers, but eyes.
Bloody eyes.
Wen Ling cried so hard that her throat became hoarse. Sadness can be contagious. Xiaolan instantly felt like her lips were dying and her teeth were cold, and her eye circles became red.
Xiaolan lowered her head and looked into the porcelain cup. There were twelve eyeballs in the cup, neatly arranged at the bottom of the cup. Among them was a pair of clear gray pupils, lying on the bottom of the cup and looking quietly at the sky.
However, the luster in those pupils has long since disappeared.
Qin Yin sighed deeply and reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.
"Xiaolan, you are still young, don't look at this..."
Wen Ling heard Qin Yin's voice and turned to look over.
Her eyes were already red.
The Taoist priest hesitated for a moment, then handed over the porcelain cup.
"Ask the spirits, their eyes..."
Wen Ling took the porcelain cup with trembling hands. She looked into the eyes in the cup, and the last trace of blood on her face disappeared.
The fool on the side punched the ground hard.
"They actually don't even spare the children!"
The person who died opposite Grandpa Wenling was an old woman who also had white hair. On the left side of the old woman was an adult man. Opposite the adult man was an adult woman. On the right side of the old woman was an adult.
A thin boy who looks to be under ten years old.
The boy curled up his shoulders and grabbed his knees with his fingers. He seemed to be in pain and scared...
Xiaolan's tears flowed out, and she quickly reached out to wipe them away, biting her lower lip to control herself.
Wen Ling held the white porcelain cup, her body trembling violently, and big tears fell from her face one by one, hitting her eyes.