Zhangjiacun, Lijiacun.
Ever since their ancestors took root on both sides of the river a hundred years ago, their two villages have become neighbors. Over the past hundred years, the two villages have lived in harmony, and there have been occasional intermarriages, but most of the villagers are not that close. That’s it.
Ning Huanxin watched as the young Aunt Zhang was stopped in place, while the women left with the girl on their backs.
She hesitated for a moment, then subconsciously hurried after him.
"Ning Huanxin!"
Jiang Lixing didn't expect that Ning Huanxin would suddenly run. He yelled and ran after Ning Huanxin.
The two people ran all the way until they arrived at the abandoned village.
This is the former Lijia Village.
Everything is desolate and desolate.
Jiang Lixing looked at the grass and grass in front of him, and seemed to be able to feel the peace and tranquility here decades ago.
A small butterfly flapping its wings can trigger a devastating storm thousands of miles away. So what kind of accident happened decades ago that caused the entire Lijia Village to die overnight
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What Ning Huanxin saw was different from what Jiang Lixing saw.
What she saw was even more shocking.
Originally Ning Huanxin was chasing that group of people, but for some reason after entering the village, those people disappeared and all she saw was a fire.
The whole village was surrounded by fire, and groups of people crawled out of their houses. They were all pale and looked painful.
Some people were rolling around in the open space, moaning and groaning, and seemed to be in great pain.
Ning Huanxin walked into the fire step by step. Her figure passed through the fire. She could not feel the heat or pain, but she could imagine the pain and despair of the villagers at this moment.
A group of people rushed in, and without saying a word, they carried away these defenseless people, one after another.
The girl was the last one to be carried away.
Her face was paler than the others, as white as the face of a dead person.
Ning Huanxin still remembers what she saw just now, her peaceful and beautiful face with high spirits under the moonlight, but now, she looks haggard and her eyes are full of sadness...
The entire village was carried away. They looked very painful and desperate. They wanted to struggle and resist, but to no avail...
Ning Huanxin knew what was waiting for them.
Buried alive.
The population of the village is not large, and everyone who escapes from the fire tonight will be buried alive!
The fire gradually extinguished, the rain poured down, and it seemed that even God was crying.
Everything in front of her eyes was shattered, and Ning Huanxin's vision was blurry. When she came back to her senses, all she saw were weeds and dilapidated wreckage.
"Let's go back."
Ning Huanxin suddenly whispered.
Jiang Lixing looked at her blankly and couldn't help but whisper: "You are still sick, why don't you go to the hospital?"
"The hospital can't cure my disease. I want to go back. Only Zhangjia Town can cure my disease."
Ning Huanxin spoke with great certainty.
She wants to go back to find Aunt Zhang. She believes that this time she is sure to get Aunt Zhang to speak. She will tell herself what happened between these two villages decades ago!
Only by knowing what happened decades ago can she know what she will do next, how to complete the task from this world of memories and return to the real world...