Then I thought that Mayumi Masuda had already rushed over. She bowed deeply to show respect: "Thank you so much for this rebellion of the walking dead!"
"Without your help, I'm afraid our village would have no chance of surviving. If you don't mind, please come to our village to have a rest."
"Okay!" Pei Ziyun said after thinking about it. Masuda Mayumi was very happy and led Pei Ziyun to the village. Seeing him arrive, the villagers immediately separated, with complex expressions of gratitude, awe, and even envy.
"..." Gratitude is normal, awe is normal, and envy and jealousy are also normal. People always feel envious and jealous of people who are stronger than themselves and have no real control over them.
Pei Ziyun walked leisurely on the field ridge and saw a small shrine. It looked very simple. It had no torii gates and was deserted. There were only a few trees that were regarded as sacred groves.
A simple hand-washing house is placed, which looks particularly quiet. There is a light freshness in the air. When you arrive in this world, there is filth and death everywhere. Only here, there is no such smell.
"This is a simple shrine in our village. If you don't mind, you can rest here tonight!" Masuda Mayumi led her to a room and said respectfully.
Pei Ziyun approached the shrine for a moment, narrowed his eyes, and felt that the shrine did have subtle divine power.
"Okay!" That's not much to say.
Then, Mayumi Masuda retreated, and after a while, she brought the food: "Please!"
Pei Ziyun looked at a rice ball and a few pieces of pickled radish, stood up and bowed slightly: "Thank you very much for the hospitality."
He is an expert and sensible person. The grain yield per acre in Japan is very low. There is a lot of loss when processing rice into polished rice. The polished rice is so precious that it is called "silver grain rice" and "silver relic." Some farmers have never really eaten rice balls in their lives. .
Even for Toyotomi Hideyoshi, who once conquered the world in history, his royal meal was just a bowl of rice, seaweed, miso soup, and sashimi.
Now for the hospitality, the shrine may have spent all it had.
Seeing that Pei Ziyun was satisfied, Mayumi Masuda secretly breathed a sigh of relief and bowed: "Please use it slowly."
Then he withdrew and said to the villagers: "Now that the samurai has rested, don't disturb him!"
Wen Shu, who wrapped his injured arm with gauze, was still in disbelief and asked, "Master Masuda, is this person sent by God to save us?"
Just now, he was fighting outside, and the number of people who could be dispersed was too much. Just when he felt that he could no longer hold on, Pei Ziyun killed the attacking zombies with one knife and relieved the siege.
Hito Yuyuki also wiped the blood from his body and asked: "Is this a real samurai? Is there really such a person in the world? I used to think Asami Tatsuya was the most powerful person!"
Hito Yuyuki's eyes widened, and at this moment, Mijilang suddenly touched him with his arm.
When Mayumi Masuda heard the name Asami Tatsuya, her happy expression immediately dimmed.
Only then did Hito Yuyuki realize that he had said the wrong thing and hurriedly made amends: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to mention Asakami Tatsuya!"
"No, I shouldn't mention this person!"
Hito Yuyuki quickly covered his mouth, which was full of scars, to apologize.
Asami Tatsuya used to be the most capable person in the village. He once killed more than a dozen walking corpses by himself. , still the fiancé of Mayumi Masuda, but later...
Mayumi Masuda suppressed the grief in her heart, restored her smile, and said softly: "It's nothing, no matter what, today is a happy day."
"I believe that you will be waiting for you at home at this time!"
"Everyone should go back first!"
Mayumi Masuda said in a gentle voice.
"That's right. Thank you, samurai-sama. Otherwise, Kanae and Mika won't be able to see me!" Hito Yuyuki said with a hint of fear and lingering fear in his heart.
Jiang Lizi also held her husband's hand and nodded in agreement: "Indeed, it is so."
After a while, the crowd dispersed and returned home.
Jamu Qinglong limped toward his home with a cane in his hand.
During this battle, Jamu Qinglong was scratched on the thigh by a zombie, but it was not serious. It is estimated that it will take half a month to recover.
Of course, without Pei Ziyun, this life would have been lost today.
It's just a pity that people like Dayuri Kazuhiko, Eijiro, and Heitaro can't wait for the adults to rescue them.
Thinking of this, the unwilling faces of Dayuri Kazuhiko, Eijiro, and Tairataro before they died appeared in Zamu Qinglong's mind. He couldn't help but shudder and speed up to go home.
When Jamu Qinglong returned home, he saw his father Jamu Liming waiting at the door. He was thin and withered, full of wrinkles, with a scratch on his face and one eye blind.
"Father!" When Jamu Qinglong saw it, he immediately came up and reported the situation excitedly, but unlike his reaction, Jamu Liming's face was gloomy and he did not speak.
After a long time, he asked: "How many descendants of warriors are there in the village?"
"Dayuri Kazuhiko is dead, but he still has a son, Hito Yuyuki is still there."
"Son, do you think we can ask the city lord to send more warriors?" Jamuri Ming asked. The famous ones are the descendants of the warriors, and the unnamed ones are ordinary villagers: "Or, can we allow this warrior to stay in our village? "
Jamu Qinglong's smile suddenly stiffened.
He knew that the city lord was unlikely to send any more warriors. If the losses continued, this village would disappear like many other villages.
A village without warriors would be unable to defend itself against the walking corpses.
"Let this samurai stay in our village, this..." Even if he had no vision, Jamu Qinglong knew that it was impossible for the samurai wearing gorgeous silk to stay here.
For a moment, the whole room fell silent. After a brief moment of joy, they faced the reality of a desperate situation.
"Father, what do you think we should do? You were a samurai back then, and you still had the opportunity to learn the art of war." Jamu Qinglong asked gently. His father was the hero of the village and had solved the crisis many times: "You will definitely have a way. .”
"I can't help it... No, there is one."
"Please tell me."
"Li Ming, do you remember? The city lord informed you yesterday that outsiders must be strictly investigated."
"We didn't understand what an outsider is before, but you should understand it today."
Jamu Qinglong looked stunned and looked at his father in disbelief. It was not difficult in this world to betray outsiders. The "kind" village that did not do this would have perished long ago.
However, this was the samurai who had just saved his village.
"Father..." Jamu Qinglong said painfully.
"Qinglong, first of all, the city lord takes this matter very seriously. If we don't convey the news to the city lord quickly, maybe the city lord will be furious and punish us."
"And if we notify the city lord, we can exempt the village from taxes for three years and reward the village with a large sum of money. We can hire warriors to tide over the difficulties."
Jamu Liming said, pointing to his daughter-in-law's granddaughter who was only half a year old and said, "Look, even the lovely Riko is starving to death!"
"You have already lost three children before, two of them died of starvation."
"Since that person saved us once, why not save us again?"
"As long as this man is sacrificed to the city lord, our family and our village can survive."
"I am old, and I have passed on my position to you. The life and death of our family and the village are all decided by you." Jamuliming said tiredly.
Jamu Qinglong looked at his father in confusion. His father was originally so heroic and upright, but the corpse disasters and droughts gradually crushed this man.
After a long time, Jamu Qinglong glanced at the weak and crying baby in his wife's hands, looked around again, took a deep breath, and no longer hesitated: "I understand, I'm going to light the beacon!"
After hearing this, Jamuliming felt no joy at all, only bitterness.
Soon, a column of black smoke rose into the sky, and the fire illuminated half of the village.
(End of chapter)