The sun had just set, but the sky was not completely dark. In the Lian tribal clan, there were about eight children and a few women surrounding Jiang Xiaorou's house.
The children were seven or eight years old, while the older ones were about Yi Yun's age. They were dressed in rags and dirty. They held cow dung in their hands and threw it at Jiang Xiaorou's house.
"Pa! Pa! Pa! "
The dirty cow dung exploded on Jiang Xiaorou's house, emitting a foul stench.
And behind the children, there was an old woman dressed in a long black robe, looking like a witch. The old woman seemed to be having epilepsy as she jumped around on the ground, muttering to herself.
"All the gods are my brothers, all the Bodhisattvas are my sisters. Sickness and disaster, stay away from me! Demons and ghosts, leave quickly! Fox evil spirits, show yourselves! Ah Ah Ah … Wu Wu Wu … Ah Ah Ah … "
The old woman's mouth, which was missing a few teeth, kept making ghost-like sounds, as if she was having an orgasm.
As the old woman's voice reached its climax, the surrounding children seemed to be on steroids as they threw the cow dung.
These cow dung were from the Lian tribal clan's cattle farm. Usually, the farm had squeezed out a lot of it, but now, a huge pile had been shoveled over.
The villagers wanted the cow dung to ward off evil.
The news of Yi Yun bleeding from his seven orifices had spread throughout the Lian tribal clan.
Deaths in the Lian tribal clan was nothing new, but if it was a tragic and baffling death, it would attract the attention of others.
And in the afternoon, the upper echelons of the Lian tribal clan suddenly released news that Yi Yun had died from a strange disease! It was a plague!
With this, the Lian tribal clan exploded!
Numerous people began to spread the news, and in a short period of two hours, the news had spread throughout the tribe!
Plague!
It was a terrifying word in the vast wilderness. Plague was extremely terrifying, and it killed people faster than famine.
Under normal circumstances, a plague could wipe out an entire tribe.
In ancient China, people could escape from a plague, but in the Cloud Wilderness, a plague meant death. There was nowhere to escape to. Escaping to the vast wilderness would only result in being eaten by wild beasts.
The fear that the people of the Great Wilderness had towards the plague was ingrained in their bones!
The medical skills of the Great Wilderness were lagging behind. Whether it was herbs or doctors, they were extremely lacking. However, in the face of a plague, they couldn't just sit around and wait for death.
Therefore, the people of the Wasteland "invented" some ways to deal with the plague, the most common of which was "exorcism by witches".
Witches could dispel the plague through the "Great Spirit Dance" method, but no one knew what the use of it was.
This sounded absurd, but in the ignorant desolate land, this kind of phenomenon was extremely common and was regarded as the truth. In ancient times, there were similar witches in every country in the world. The history was astonishingly similar.
Apart from that, the people of the Great Wilderness also believed that cow dung and dog blood could ward off evil spirits. Dog blood was too rare, and if there really was dog blood, it would have been drunk by the tribe long ago.
Cow dung was more common, so they threw cow dung at Jiang Xiaorou's house and pasted it on the walls and doors to seal the plague and prevent it from spreading.
Because of this, this bunch of self-proclaimed "brave" children threw with all their might. They felt that they were warriors of the Lian tribal clan, fighting against the plague and evil!
"It hasn't been pasted over there!"
A child who looked like the leader said. With a point of his finger, another pile of cow dung flew over.
"Pa Pa Pa!"
The cow dung exploded. The wall was close to the window, and Jiang Xiaorou's window was only covered with a layer of paper. In the Lian tribal clan, paper was expensive, but window paper had to be pasted. It would be too cold in the winter, and it could not block the wind.
Jiang Xiaorou had spent an entire day pasting up the thick window paper bit by bit, hoping to spend the winter with her brother.
But now.
"Pa!"
With a crisp sound, a pile of cow dung smashed through the window paper and flew into Jiang Xiaorou's house.
The pile of cow dung fell to the ground, making it extremely dirty.
Jiang Xiaorou sat by the bedside, looking numb.
She had heard the news of her brother's accident the first moment it happened, but she did not believe it was true. Her brother had survived so many disasters.
This time, they all said that her brother had died. Two men even claimed that Yi Yun had jumped into the Dong River when he was on his last breath. Even a cat would die from a fall that was tens of meters high!
Brother … jumped into the river … died …
These words circled around Jiang Xiaorou's mind like a curse. She did not know how she survived the day and night. She was dumbfounded.
She did not believe that her brother was dead. She knew that Yi Yun had undergone some strange changes in the past few days. His skills and strength had increased. Her brother's martial arts practice had made him a lot stronger.
How could such a strong brother die?
Jiang Xiaorou did not believe it. She had pinned all her hopes on Yi Yun!
But no matter how much Jiang Xiaorou believed in Yi Yun, Yi Yun's disappearance was a fact …
Furthermore, the villagers had spread rumors that Yi Yun had contracted the plague. Jiang Xiaorou was afraid that Yi Yun had really contracted the plague. She was afraid that he would spread it to her, so he had jumped into the river alone.
"Pa!"
Another pile of cow dung was thrown into the dining table. The only two porcelain bowls in the house were dirtied by the dung and could no longer be used.
Jiang Xiaorou did not even look at it.
Using cow dung to besiege Jiang Xiaorou's house had been going on for the entire afternoon.
Now that the sun had set, it was still not over.
"Paste it tighter! This lass and that dead brat are all jinxes. Our tribe should not have taken them in! "
A woman's harsh voice came from outside the broken window.
This woman was tall, with a long face and high cheekbones. Her sleeves were rolled up, making her look like a shrew.
Even though they were poor, they were divided into different classes. The Lian tribal clan's Lian tribesmen always had a sense of superiority. Sometimes, they would enjoy special privileges in the tribe. After all, they shared the same surname as the Lian tribal clan's ruler.
The woman who spoke was surnamed Lian. Her name was Lian Cuihua. The villagers called her Aunt Cuihua.
Actually, the reason why she had come so aggressively and led a group of people to paste the walls with cow dung was because of Lian Chengyu's instructions.
Lian Chengyu wanted to stir up a storm, so he naturally found a "shill" to mix with the people to fan the flames.
"In my opinion, we should set fire to this house tomorrow so that the filthy things don't come out. You might not know, but Big Head's father saw the kid's illness act up with his own eyes. He even said the kid was infected with the plague, and was possessed! "
"When Big Head's father touched the kid, it was as if he had been bitten by a snake. That's amazing! Think about it, this little bastard's life is worth three taels of hay. He's worse than a dog. How could he be chosen by Lord Zhang? And to say he's a martial arts prodigy, is that even possible? Lord Zhang might not know, but don't you know! He's just a wretch. He's like a beggar. He doesn't have the strength of a lass. To think he's a martial arts prodigy, pui! "
"Only being possessed can explain why this wretch suddenly became so powerful. It's because he's possessed by a ghost! With the ghost on him, he's powerful in everything. Once the ghost leaves, he's dead! "
Lian Cuihua's voice was eccentric. She described Yi Yun as a walking corpse a few days ago.
Lian Cuihua said this to everyone she met that day. This was also taught by Lian Chengyu.
Lian Chengyu could not do it himself, so he let Lian Cuihua spread the rumor that Yi Yun was a martial arts prodigy. Many people were willing to believe it.
After all, in their eyes, Yi Yun could not be a martial arts prodigy.
By doing this, Lian Chengyu's absolute authority was preserved. He was the most talented person in the Lian tribal clan, no one else!
This would make the people believe that only he, Lian Chengyu, could lead the Lian tribal clan to glory.
"Auntie Cuihua is right."
"So he's possessed. I say that little mud baby Yi Yun can't be more talented than our Er Dan."
A few women echoed. They were people with the surname Lian, and were considered part of the Lian tribal clan.
But in the room, Jiang Xiaorou turned a deaf ear to all of this.
Yun-er, where did you go?
Why didn't you come back?
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