Zi'an smiled and said, "If it's Zhou San's home, I really want to meet his children."
Murong Jie recalled the look on her face when she listened to Zhou San's words. There was obvious envy in her eyes, and he couldn't help but feel very guilty towards her.
Holding her soft hand, he whispered, "Okay, let's go over and ask."
The two men came down from the foot of the mountain, so they entered the village from the back mountain and did not see the name of the village.
Murong Jie knew that there were several villages nearby, and he remembered a few of their names, but he had never been here, so he didn't know what villages they were.
After dark, every household lit a lamp. The wind was very light, and green smoke curled up. Zi'an looked over and felt that the lights of thousands of houses were indescribably comfortable and quiet. He heard dogs barking in the distance. On both sides of the village road, the houses were quiet. In the yard, the voice of a father scolding his son could be heard, which made people feel calm immediately.
"It would be great if we could just ignore everything and live our lives here," Zi'an sighed.
Murong Jie clenched his hands tighter and said, "Yes."
He looked up, his eyes were as dark as ink, and his emotions were unclear.
Suddenly, there was a scream from the front, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.
Murong Jie and Zi'an looked at each other and hurriedly ran towards the source of the sound.
It was a thatched cottage with a small yard. A middle-aged woman ran out with a panicked look on her face and screamed, "Someone's dead, someone's dead," attracting all the neighbors to come over and see.
Zi'an and Murong Jie looked inside and saw a pile of broken eggs in the yard with a basket spinning nearby.
Looking a little deeper, I saw blood all over the ground near the woodshed, and a woman with a bulging belly lying dead on the ground.
Zi'an and Murong Jie were both shocked and rushed in quickly.
The pregnant woman cut her own neck with a kitchen knife and died from excessive blood loss. She had been dead for about half an hour, and the blood-stained kitchen knife fell to the side.
Murong Jie looked at Zi'an first. Zi'an's face turned pale as he shook his head, "He's dead."
The knife was cut towards his carotid artery. Due to excessive blood loss, death would come quickly and there would be almost no pain.
"How could this happen? How could this happen? What about Wednesday?"
A voice was heard in the crowd. Murong Jie looked over and saw an old man trembling towards him, with a look of grief and shock on his face.
Zian was shocked, "Wednesday?"
Is this Wednesday's wife
Oh my god, looking at her belly, she is indeed about to give birth.
Murong Jie suddenly grabbed Zi'an's hand, pulled him back, pulled out the scar rope on Zi'an's arm, and raised his hand forward, and the scar rope tied a poisonous snake back.
Everyone was shocked, "Five-step snake?"
The snake was entangled by the scar rope, and after struggling for a few times, it died.
Murong Jie took the lantern from the yard, shone it into the woodshed, and saw a man lying on a pile of firewood, already dead.
Everyone gasped, it’s Wednesday!
Zi'an's face turned pale. He couldn't believe that the person he saw alive an hour and a half ago suddenly died.
Murong Jie checked and found that Zhou San was bitten by a poisonous snake on his calf. There were still marks of the snake's teeth on his calf and the wound was black.
"He was bitten to death by a poisonous snake!" Murong Jie said in a deep voice.
Zi'an has seen a lot of dead people, both in her past life and in this life. Especially after experiencing the tragedy of Wolf Tail Mountain, she feels that nothing can shock her anymore.
However, when she saw Zhou San who was bitten to death by a poisonous snake and Zhou San's sister-in-law who committed suicide because of her husband's death, she felt her whole body go cold.
Why is it like this
Today I listened to Zhou San planning his future. It was clear that the road before him was a difficult one but at least there was hope for happiness. But after an hour and a half, everything stopped.
She didn't know how she left the village.
My ears were buzzing, and I only remember hearing Murong Jie ordering someone to report to the government and find a coroner before I left.
After leaving the official road, she saw a carriage waiting by the roadside. She also saw Xiaosun getting on, with obvious worry on Xiaosun's face.
Murong Jie held her up, and she suddenly felt dizzy and her vision went dark. The voice in her ears suddenly became sharp. She heard Murong Jie shouting in panic: "Zi'an!"
Everything is unknown to human beings.
She fell into a dream.
The identities were swapped, the seventh brother was Wednesday, and she was Wednesday's wife.
She was pregnant. Lao Qi came back from chopping wood outside, kissed her belly, and then gently told her that he was going to cook for her.
She sat happily in the living room, stroking her belly and fantasizing about the future.
I wonder if the child is a boy or a girl? What name should I give him? What will he do in the future
She started to think too much all of a sudden, but she was happy after all, with a happy smile on her face.
Lao Qi has been cooking for a long time and hasn't come back. Usually by this time, he would have finished cooking and brought it in.
She shouted out the door, "Seventh Brother!"
No one answered.
Her voice was very loud, and Lao Qi should have heard it.
But he didn't answer.
She stood up, put her hands on her abdomen and walked out slowly. When she reached the kitchen, she saw Lao Qi lying on the pile of firewood, no longer breathing.
She saw the kitchen knife. Lao Qi made mushroom and bone soup tonight, and that kitchen knife was used for chopping bones.
There was a voice echoing in my head: Lao Qi is dead, what am I still doing alive
She picked up the kitchen knife and chopped her neck.
Blood splattered all over the ground. She saw the wound, the wound on her neck.
Zi'an suddenly opened her eyes, only to see Lao Qi sitting beside her with a haggard face, full of worry and anxiety.
"Seventh Brother!" Zi'an struggled to get up, grabbed his hand, and said in shock: "No, Zhou Sansao didn't commit suicide, she was murdered."
Murong Jie looked at her and soothed her softly, "Did you have a nightmare? Don't be afraid."
"No, no," Zi'an was very anxious and had a lot of doubts in her mind, but she didn't know how to say it.
It was not suicide. In her dream, she picked up a kitchen knife and cut her own carotid artery. If she cut it with the back of her hand, the blade would extend from the back and the cut would be lighter. However, she had seen Zhou Sansao's wound, which was very smooth and clean. The cut was actually caused by a heavier force.
This was caused by someone chopping it down. When someone chopped it down, the force of the blow was the heaviest.
That dream was a reaction to her accumulated experience. She was panicked at the time and her mind was not clear, but the wound was imprinted in her mind. This dream was a warning.
"Believe me, really, she didn't commit suicide, she was killed..." Zi'an spoke nonsense, anxious, worried, and suspicious. His mind seemed to be blocked by a bunch of tangled threads that he couldn't sort out.
"Zi'an, Zi'an!" Murong Jie hugged her, patted her back gently, and comforted her: "It's okay, don't worry, I have asked someone to investigate, it was suicide, don't think too much."
His voice is low and gentle, and very persuasive.
"Really? Really suicide?" Zi'an murmured. Could it be that she remembered it wrong? The wound was not like that
What's wrong with her lately? She always feels absent-minded. What's wrong
(End of this chapter)