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Chapter 323

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After calming himself down, Zhen Xiaoxiao turned and walked toward Dongxiang.

He had only been away from home for a few months.

Tang Qi had become a dry firewood.

Second Uncle had become a demonic man.

The inn had become a mushroom.

After experiencing all kinds of stimulation …

Zhen Xiaoxiao felt that even if the entire Dongxiang was covered with glazed gold tiles and the villagers were all wearing gold and silver, it would not be able to move her little heart.

However …

When Zhen Xiaoxiao arrived at the end of the road, he was surprised to find that he was still too young.

There was dead silence in front of him!

Dongxiang had become a dead village.

Although the houses were still the same, the road was still the same.

There were no pedestrians on the road, no birds flying in the sky, and no insects chirping under the trees. There was only dead silence. There was only the eerie wind blowing from the narrow alley. It clung to his body and could not be dispersed. Instead, it went along his skin and sent coldness into his bones.

What was going on?

The moment he stepped into the village, Zhen Xiaoxiao felt that his vision suddenly turned dark.

"Is there anyone here? What's going on? Why can't I see anyone? "

His heart beat faster.

"Aunt Wang?"

He quickly pushed open the door to a familiar courtyard. There should be an old aunt living here. Although she had poor eyesight and did not like to go out, the cloth she weaved was the best in the village. Zhen Xiaoxiao used to come here often to deliver food and buy cloth.

But today, the little spinning wheel that creaked day and night had disappeared.

After pushing open the door, Zhen Xiaoxiao found that the weaving tools were covered with cobwebs.

"Uncle Zhang!"

He quickened his pace and pushed open another family's door. The Zhangs were the best at rearing pigs in Dongxiang. Whenever there was a banquet to be prepared, Zhen Xiaoxiao would definitely come to the Zhangs to get some meat and give some candy to his five pups.

But today, when he pushed open the door, there was no scene of those snot-wiping little guys jumping toward him.

In the pigsty, there were only a few starving pigs.

How could this be?

After rushing into one courtyard after another, Zhen Xiaoxiao finally stopped by the side of the road.

The weavers did not bring their machines, and the pig farmers did not bring their meat … It did not seem like a disaster year had come and the whole family had moved. It was more like … all the people had suddenly disappeared!

Tang Qi!

Zhen Xiaoxiao's pupils shrank as the image of the firewood he had sharpened his knife in front of Violet Ring's house suddenly appeared in his mind.

He hugged his skirt and cried for help. Did it have something to do with the sudden change in the village?

His heartbeat quickening, Zhen Xiaoxiao rushed toward the Tang Family's ancestral home. At the same time, a chill rose from the tips of his feet.

The entire village was extremely quiet. Only the crisp sound of Zhen Xiaoxiao's shoes hitting the bluestone road could be heard.

The wind blew, but the tree did not move.

The sky was cloudless, and there was no sunlight.

Zhen Xiaoxiao stopped at the entrance of the Tang Family's residence.

It was indeed a wealthy family with the backing of the Yue family in the upper city. After the fire of the insects and rats, the Tang family had been renovated even more magnificently. The ancestral shrine was even taller. From afar, one could see the flowing light on the roof.

However, right in front of its vermilion gate.

There was a circle of skeletons.

The clothes had not decayed, and from the bright color and some ornaments, one could even identify the identity of the deceased.

For example, the manservant of a medicine shop, the owner of a wine shop, the owner of a mill …

But they were all dead.

Their skin and flesh no longer existed, leaving only bones that were more cleanly gnawed by crows. They lay quietly on the ground with their heads facing inward and their feet facing outward. In front of the Tang Family's house, they were piled up in a semicircle.

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