Jenkins nodded. He probably understood the current situation, but he still had to see a corpse first to answer other doubts.
He removed the wooden cross in his hand, used the thicker one as a shovel, and started digging in the soil under his feet. In this kind of place similar to a mass grave, he dug up the body within ten minutes, and it took him a lot of effort to dig out the body completely.
Although it was said to be a corpse, and when it was dug out, it was in the soil and covered with a white cloth, but the corpse looked like a living person who was asleep. Jenkins also deliberately tested the body temperature and breathing of the male corpse, and confirmed that although there were no wounds or decay on the outside, it was indeed a corpse.
He hadn't decided who to help, so he silently pulled the corpse to the obsidian stone table opposite the bonfire.
Standing at the stone table, at first I felt like I was standing next to an operating table, but immediately I felt like a butcher standing in a slaughterhouse.
He noticed that no matter it was the rotting head in the dark or the metal skeleton on the other side of the campfire, they were silently watching him at the moment, so he took out a sharp table knife from his backpack, put on gloves, and put the corpse on Cut open the white-washed shirt, and pointed the blade at the opponent's chest—
The corpse's eyes opened.
Because Jenkins is so familiar with this kind of plot, he didn't even change his expression.
When the eyes are opened, black smoke is sprayed out from the pores of the whole body. Although the black smoke is not very thick, the air in this space itself is quite fresh, so the black smoke is particularly annoying.
There was a strong wind in the windless environment, and some white flocs drilled out of the soil, and under the watchful eyes of Jenkins, the skeleton man, and the rotting head, they were blown into the corpse placed on the obsidian by the wind.
The corpse trembled violently, and as the fingers trembled first, the whole hand moved. It reached out to grab Jenkins' wrist, but he had encountered similar things in Blossoms, so he avoided it early.
"What do you want to say?"
He didn't talk nonsense and asked directly. The corpse did not sit up, but the eyes were slanted in the eye sockets, looking at Jenkins on the side, and the sudden wind stopped at this time:
"We don't want to die."
The voice overlapped like the voices of thousands of people, because it was the souls that were blown into the corpse by the strong wind just now. They are very regularly attached to the corpse, along the bones and muscles, rather than simply being trapped in it.
"You were already dead... Well, tell me the story of your life, I think I'm going to hear the story again."
Hundreds of souls all lived 53 years ago from the present time point of the material world, and it is very coincidental that most of them are farmers by profession. Fifty-three years ago, it was the moment when the steam revolution in the material world entered the early stage. At that time, the trajectory of the world and civilization had already deviated subtly from the world of foreigners.
Due to the emergence of some unique technologies based on the steam power system, the original large-scale steam engine was rapidly miniaturized, and it took the lead in promoting the revolution of the wool textile industry. The prosperity of the wool textile industry caused the price of wool in the market to rise sharply, and raising sheep became profitable, but this required a large area of land. As a result, the nobles and wealthy businessmen drove away the farmers who rented their land, and occupied the land that could raise sheep to develop the sheep raising industry.
These actions are of course legal, whether it is the law at the time or the documents left now, which prove their legality. But what is legal is not necessarily right. For most of the peasants who lived through that era, nobles and wealthy businessmen jointly seized peasants’ land and public land, deprived peasants of their land use rights and ownership, and encircled the seized land. Get up and become a private ranch or farm.
This is the so-called "enclosure movement", and its manifestations are similar whether in the world of foreigners or in this world.
Most of these souls who died 53 years ago died because of that era. Some of them were forced to go to the city to become laborers who sold their blood and sweat because of the loss of land, and eventually died in the factory; some did not see clearly the way they should go after losing the land, so they died of freezing and starvation.
In short, these are the victims of the steam revolution 53 years ago, and they are the cornerstones of flesh and blood that made the arrival of foreigners in the 1860s glorious.
"Before we died, people took away our land and drained our flesh and blood. We don't want our bones and flesh to be taken away after we die."
The overlapping voices of the hundreds spoke to Jenkins, wailing:
"Before you die, you are someone else's fuel. After you die, you don't want to become fuel again."
This is different from the last one. Although the three people in the last one were also examples of the tragedy of the times, those three people also had something to hate, so no matter how they were treated, Jenkins would not feel that he wrong. But these hundreds of souls are truly poor people. They have done nothing wrong, and they really shouldn't be tortured like this.
"So do you know what's going on in this world?"
He wanted to learn the information of the ghostland from these souls like the last ghostland. But these souls are incomplete, and most of them only have instinctive reactions. Coupled with the fact that they were just ordinary people at the bottom, it was difficult to describe to Jenkins what they experienced here.
"If I don't want to tear this person apart, what do I do?"
He asked about the skeleton man and the rotting head.
[If you don’t want others to be the fuel, then let yourself be the fuel. In order for the fire to continue, someone must be lit to illuminate others.]
"If you don't have other people's meat, then bring yours. In this 'forest', everyone wants to have a bite of meat. In order to survive and not let others be bitten, then you must sacrifice yourself."
The answers of the two guys are similar, they are both trying to trick Jenkins into sacrificing himself.
Jenkins shook his head. So far, he has not discovered the power of the beast of disaster hidden in this strange world. The area of this ancient cemetery is much smaller than the lava sea in the cave just now, and it seems that it cannot hide a huge guy like [Earthfire Worm].
"So, in this strange situation, you have to make a choice among sacrifices? Sacrifice yourself or someone else?"
This kind of analysis is definitely wrong. If an absolute villain enters here and sacrifices others with peace of mind, then he can leave completely safely. The test of the paradox is three points of courage, three points of ability, three points of wisdom, and ninety-one points of luck. This place does not test people's conscience.