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It was dark and no one lighted the lights. Because all the chickens and dogs were killed, the village was so quiet that it was so quiet.

There was a strange smell in the wind, which was the smell of burning corpses.

For a month, this taste has always been lingering.

If there is purgatory on earth, then this is already there.

Quietness is just the surface, but it is actually a shroud of death.

The so-called "I'm in a hurry to seek medical treatment."

Some people buried themselves in a swamp, trying to let the sludge suck away the plague on their bodies, but they ended up having rashes and skin ulcers.

Some people think that letting go of the poisonous blood on their bodies will be better, but eventually they lose blood and die.

Some people think that as long as the closest relatives cut a piece of meat from their bodies and cooked it to eat, it can be cured, but after eating it for a few meals, it still has no effect.

So some people choose to commit suicide early, while others become crazy.

However, after the noisy and clamor a while ago, it has suddenly become quiet in recent days.

There were rustling sounds outside the village from time to time, indicating that there were people here, and there were many people.

The officers and soldiers surrounded the village and did not allow anyone to enter or exit. Those who violated the orders shot arrows to death.

This was an order issued by the magistrate, and his wrists were much harder than He Minglun.

But there were still people who escaped. They wanted to escape to the mountains, but they did not want to stay here and were reported to the plague.

It will be a matter of time before you stay here and get infected with the plague.

There is always a glimmer of hope for a strange adventure after entering the mountains, and some people even hope to have a strange adventure after entering the mountains, and they may be able to escape.

The persecution of death makes the people here no longer look like humans.

Some people who are not infected advocate gathering people with illnesses and burning them to death, believing that this will eliminate future troubles.

Some people must object, after all, no one wants to be burned to death.

The officers and soldiers outside the village guarded them day and night, and this is true for all villages with plague.

So someone suggested that they fight with the officers and soldiers. Anyway, they can't survive anymore, so what are they afraid of?

The government they could think of naturally also thought of.

Therefore, we should be cautious and dare not relax at all.

Rabbits will bite people when they are anxious, and fish will hit the net when they are about to die.

Maybe the fish will break the net, or maybe the fish will break the net even if it dies. Only one in ten thousand is the possibility that the fish will break the net and the fish will run away.

In the middle of the night, no matter who is in the village, as long as they can still move, no matter whether they are infected or not, they will rush out.

Instead of consuming it so half-dead, it’s better to have fun!

The wind calmed down, and I don’t know who shot the first arrow.

Some people were shot and some fell down, but no one retreated.

The arrows shot by the officers and soldiers wove into a net, and the villagers covered them with things like pots and tables, and rushed forward desperately.

These grass-roots people who are usually timid in front of Master Guan are now ferocious and grit their teeth and glaring.

What shocked the officers and soldiers the most was that these people neither shouted nor felt pain. They rushed up without a word, but it was even more terrifying than roaring and yelling.

"Back back! Otherwise, kill it no matter how hard it is!" He Minglun shouted.

No one listened to him.

In fact, He Minglun was a little reluctant. He originally wanted to give the people who were not infected with the plague a way out.

But Zhizhou said that at this critical moment, there must be no kindness of a woman.

Not to mention that people who have first suffered from plague have mild symptoms and are difficult to detect. If they get involved in such a person, the plague will still be difficult to curb.

Even if these people are not infected, they cannot be kept under this situation.

Because they will develop resentment, the minor ones will rumor and slander the government, and the serious ones will rebel, causing trouble for the bandits, and it will be even more unfavorable to the local area.

The averaging killing ended at dawn, and there were no major casualties between officers and soldiers, because using bows and arrows was mostly a long-distance confrontation.

"Sir, what should I do if these corpses?" The subordinates came over to ask for instructions.

He Minglun turned his back and did not look over there again: "Populate the tincture and burn it together with the village. Everyone should be careful not to contact the corpse. Anyone who has contact with the villagers here should consciously avoid the crowd and stay in the mountain for seven days. Those who violate the order will kill them."

"What should I do if the body of that disciple in Xianyuan Mountain is burned too?"

"It is natural to burn, but he is the junior brother of the young master of Lantai. Remember to put away his ashes and send them back to Xianyuan Mountain." He Minglun said.

"I know, sir, let's do it now."

After Sima Lantai was knocked out and taken away, Song Qin chose to commit suicide.

He died decently, dressed neatly and had a peaceful face.

There are still living people in the village, but they can no longer walk.

No one goes to ask, and there is no need to ask. Because soon they will become dead people.

A torch was lit when the sun rose, which made the torch not look very bright.

But when it was thrown to the ground, a sea of ​​fire spread out instantly.

The flames raged, and the entire village was quickly wrapped in.

The drifting black smoke gathered into a thick column of smoke rising straight into the sky, like a large black python twisting between the sky and the earth.

He Minglun raised his head and stared at Yanzhu for a long time, then lowered his head and rubbed his sore neck: "Leave fifty people here to deal with the endgame, and the rest will follow me."

Fangmaping has disappeared, and there are several villages around it, and it will be like this place in no time.

His cowardly brother-in-law is still in prison, but he doesn't care.

Now the prison is the safest place, at least there will be no plague there.

As for the matter of prosecution, we have to be busy with this time. He Minglun no longer has any hope for his career.

He was not an ambitious person at first, otherwise he would not have been in the position of magistrate in his forties.

In Huichang County Government, fifty miles away, an official rushed in from outside and reported to the magistrate who was temporarily living here: "It's burning! It's burning! It's burning on Maping!"

Such a big fire can still be seen even if it is dozens of miles away, and it is even more spectacular than lighting a beacon tower.

Of course, it would be more conspicuous if it was changed to night.

"Add all the soldiers in the county government to each village," the magistrate ordered: "The fire must be too much for those villages."

Huichang County has now become a rotten sore and must be cut off, and a little remnant cannot be left behind.

"Sir, I just sent a letter from Xiuzhuyuan," the confidant of the magistrate came over and reported in a low voice: "It is said that the young master of Lantai is gone."

"Why did it disappear? Didn't they serve well?" The magistrate became anxious when he heard this.

"You know, the young master of Lantai is not allowed to approach him, for fear of the spread of the plague." The confidant said, "It is inevitable to be negligent."

"This... how do I tell you!" The magistrate shook his hands in a panic: "Where can he go?"

"I'd like to send someone to Xianyuan Mountain to take a look." The confidant asked tentatively.
Chapter completed!