Unsurprisingly, the wishing flower distribution plan discussed by the townspeople is completely impossible to pass, because everyone has their own wishes, and everyone hopes that the one who makes the wish is themselves. The conflict eventually turned into a conflict, and more serious acts of violence than last night produced new corpses, but this time people did not feel regretful or annoyed, but cheerfully put the new corpse and the four corpses together.
A few hours later, new flowers grew on the corpse's chest.
The town is completely crazy, no one is waiting in the square, hoping to be assigned a wishing flower. The cunning townspeople chose to wait at home, waiting for more victims to appear. As long as people in the town keep dying, sooner or later everyone alive will get a flower.
In just three days, countless violence and conflicts occurred in every corner of the town. All men and women, young and old, and professions have become murderers, and all men have become victims.
The corpses soon filled the square, and the smell of rotting corpses made everyone who came here frown, but when they threw the corpses of their neighbors and family members on the square, they added an extra sum to the counting board. When I was there, I always looked happy.
Jenkins wondered why the corpses were collected for flowering, but no one could answer his questions. There was no normal person in this town except him.
Even if more than half of the people died, this farce is still not over, because the more people spend, the less people are, and the more times the living people can make wishes. The moon and the sun passed overhead in turn, and when the seventh day came again, the last two townspeople in the town died at the same time. One's skull was smashed by the other's frying pan, and the other's lung was pierced by the other's pitchfork.
Jenkins waited aside and waited until it was confirmed that both of them were dead before he kindly moved their bodies to the square of the town.
As a result, all the people in the town were lying here in an untidy manner.
He stood by the square and waited for a while enduring the stench of rotting corpses, then heard light footsteps coming from behind him. Turning around to look, the little girl selling flowers came over with the little basket on her shoulders.
Compared with her in the eighteenth era, the girl's clothes at this time were very tidy, she looked younger, and the black aura on her body was also very weak. This made her handsome face more attractive than Shibaji, and her face was more beautiful than Jenkins thought, perhaps because the atmosphere and clothes when they met in the past affected his judgment.
"Hello, sir."
The girl greeted Jenkins.
"Do you know me?"
Jenkins said, pointing to himself.
"No, although I don't know you, I know your bloodline. You are a sacrificial family, which deserves my respect."
She said sweetly, then tiptoed to look at the many corpses in the square, with an innocent look on her face.
"The townspeople are all here."
Jenkins introduced.
"That's really great. This is the first time my lord has sent me to the material world to perform a mission. If I mess it up, then the qualification to stay in the material world for a long time after going through the delusion next time may not be mine."
She said cheerfully, and carefully lifted some of the cloth on the basket, emerald green vines swarmed out of the black basket like snakes, jumped over Jenkins and rushed towards the corpse on the square.
"Would you mind telling me what's going on here? Although I guessed a little bit, it's still not very clear."
The reason why Jenkins didn't stop all this was because he found that all the townspeople and the town itself had black auras. And as the townspeople die, the aura of the corpse and the aura of the surrounding environment will spontaneously gather to form the flower on the chest, and as the flower grows, more black aura will be absorbed.
Therefore, he guessed that all this seemed to be a process of self-purification, and after investigating the death of the first hunter on the spot, he found nothing strange, so he did not act rashly in the end.
"This town has gathered a large number of sins. These sins are the influence of that hateful thing in ancient times. If they are not filtered out, once the town's sins are condensed into a materialized extraordinary item, it will cause a disaster that will affect the entire material world. A catastrophe. So my lord sent me here to cleanse the town of all its sins. I wanted to save these mortals, but it was too late, these people have already become one with the town."
The little girl said, the basket she was carrying quickly absorbed the flowers made of black aura. I don't know if it's an illusion, but Jenkins felt that the weather suddenly became better, and the town, which had become weird due to the continuous killings, was gradually returning to normal.
What the girl said is very similar to the principle of the masters sending those strange creatures to the material world to collect sin coins. It is essentially a recyclable purification process.
"But after that, new residents will be attracted soon, right? What if those sins gather again?"
Jenkins asked.
"Dear sir, you don't have to worry about this kind of thing. The material world itself can absorb certain sins, and the stability of the world is stronger than we think. Although after this large-scale purification, every few hundred years in the future, Abnormal events will still occur here, but events of this scale will have to wait until the end of the eighteenth era at least, and the great ones at that time will definitely send new people to deal with the problem."
Speaking of this, the little girl seemed to have thought of something, and inserted her white and tender hands into the gap between the squirming vines, and took out a white flower from the basket and handed it to Jenkins.
"This is for you, it's a pleasure to meet you."
The girl held up the flower on tiptoe, with a bright smile on her face. This scene easily reminded Jenkins of "last year" in the fall, and he froze for a moment when he first got off work.
"I am glad to meet you too."
After reacting, he smiled and said, took the flowers and the book pages wrapped in stems from the girl's hand, stuffed the flowers into his mouth, and woke up from the bed of the church.
"At the end of the eighteenth era, the crimes gathered in Blacktown will once again become uncontrollable. At that time, the masters will send suitable people to deal with it... Who will they send... It can't be me, right?"
He felt that he had guessed the meaning of reading the story tonight, and understood that it was no coincidence.
"So, the previous story is to let me understand what happened in the town, and the last story is very likely to encounter very difficult things?"