Chapter 62 All Dead

The sky is gradually dim, the dark clouds are accumulating, and there is a muffled thunder from the sky from time to time. It seems that a rainstorm is coming.

"Master, why don't we go back to the ghost village to avoid the rain?" There were still two miles away from the ghost village. Feng Junyang looked up at the sky. Two dark clouds quickly approached and closed, and a flash of lightning tore them apart. He said worriedly, "If you walk and get killed by lightning..."

"Nonsense! God has the virtue of a good life and will never kill innocent people indiscriminately. Those who are killed are deeply wronged people. Ye Xuanji interrupted him.

"Didn't you say that Mei Yijun is a gentleman? Are you happy to save all sentient beings? Why was he killed? It seems that God sometimes takes a nap to recognize the wrong person..."

"The fire in Jinmei Villa is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster." Ye Xuanji said deeply, "This time we will go and find out..."

"Twenty years later, even if the arsonist leaves a trace, it will be washed away by the ruthless years." Feng Junyang said puzzledly, "If you want to find out the truth in the past 20 years, you should have come long ago. Why did you come today..."

Ye Xuanji was silent for a long time before saying, "That's because I thought that no one in the Mei family had lived in this world for 20 years... I found out who to show it to?"

"Is anyone in the Mei family still alive now? Joke, is Mei Lanyue a human? Feng Junyang felt that he was going to be angry. He tried his best to restrain him, "What's the purpose of your coming? Didn't you tell me to destroy the soul of Mei Lanyue? Now he has changed his words and said that he would investigate the case for the Mei family.

"Don't be angry! There is indeed someone alive in the Mei family, and that person is you!"

"Here you are again! Based on the plum birthmark and this broken stone on my body? If you say it again, I don't want these two things..."

"You just removed the birthmark on your body and threw away this stone, but your bones still have the blood of the Mei clan. Don't you want to find out the injustice of your ancestors?" Ye Xuanji's tone is really hateful.

"First, I am the son of Feng Wenbai. Second, please read the first article a hundred times. Feng Jun said angrily, "What's the reason to argue about this? The Mei family is dead. Where did I jump out? Don't tell me about illegitimate children and other topics. It's boring.

"Boom!" A thunderbolt struck his head, which shocked the two masters and apprentices in the debate. The big raindrops fell down and crackled on the body.

"Stop it, Master. My argument with you is rebellious, and the Thunder Guild killed me. How far is it to have someone in front of you?

"Not far, over this mountain bag, there is a large village below." Ye Xuanji pulled the brim of his hat and walked quickly in front of him. As he walked, he said, "Keep up quickly. I'll lead the way."

Thunder bursts, the sky was dark, and the pouring rain came down in an instant. The two no longer had the spirit of the argument just now. They ran all the way, muddy and embarrassed. Feng Junyang gasped, and the heavy rain lost his eyes. He shook a handful of rain and said breathlessly, "Have you arrived? I'm about to get wet!"

"It's here!" Ye Xuanji is also wheezing.

The rain above his head seemed to stop all of a sudden. Feng Junyang wiped his eyes with his sleeves. He was already standing under an eaves, through a rain curtain on the eaves. He faintly saw that the houses here were dense and a relatively large village.

"It's not wrong! You see, the right side of the village is full of osmanthus trees and the left is the plum tree. I remember this feature. Ye Xuanji shook the rain on his body and said to Feng Junyang, "Come in quickly and dry your clothes."

Feng Junyang followed closely and saw that the door of this family was closed. He asked in surprise, "Master, there is no one in this family. Just enter the house..."

"It's okay. This is where the forest guards live. Just like the former small post station, people who travel far can rest, which is equivalent to a free mountain inn with firewood and possibly food."

With that, he pushed open the wooden door.

The wooden door opened with a muffled sound, and the dust of Ye Xuanji fell all over his body. At the same time, an overwhelming smell of mold rushed out.

"Oh, it stinks so much. How many years has no one come?" Feng Junyang hit the cobweb with his hand, and the other one covered his nose tightly.

In this relatively large room, there is leaking rain everywhere, sewage flows on the ground, and there are few indoor decorations. There is a wooden table, four benches, a "bed" made of wooden boards, and there are several rusty iron pieces in the corner, which may be a pot many years ago.

"It's strange. It really seems that no one has been here for a long time." Ye Xuanji looked around and said in disbelief, "It used to be very lively here. When the osmanthus flowers bloom in August, many people will come from all directions to enjoy the osmanthus flowers and bring some back to make tea. When the plum blossoms bloom, some people come to enjoy the flowers without fear of the cold... There are also special people for tea in this room..." /P>

Feng Junyang asked, "Why do you plant so many osmanthus and plum blossoms here?"

"This is the garden of the Mei family..."

The garden of the Mei family? Jinmei Villa? Feng Junyang asked in surprise, didn't they all burn down?

"The Mei family's industry is all over the world, and this is just a separate courtyard where the second lady chases the moon." Ye Xuanji said, "Chasing the moon likes osmanthus and plum blossoms, so Mei Yijun sent her a manor specializing in planting osmanthus and plum blossoms, and sent hundreds of people to help. Slowly, the people who came here to raise flowers settled down here, and it became a village. In the season when the flowers bloom, Chasing the Moon only came here to live, and the rich sons and eunuchs who came to enjoy the flowers from all directions were also drunk without drinking. They all came in the name of Miss Zhuiyue.

"Oh, it's really 'pearls are like earth, gold and iron'! One of the young lady's hobbies has to use hundreds of people to serve, and the children of rich families can make ordinary people live a lifetime. Feng Junyang sighed, "Master, let's go ahead and see if there is anyone else."

The thunder is getting denser and heavier, and the rain is getting heavier and heavier. It seems that it will not stop for a while. The bean-sized raindrops fell on the ground, stirring up turbid splashes, and the sky and the earth are hazy and chaotic. The master and apprentice walked all the way to the village in front of them. Strangely, this village also felt like entering the ghost village, as if there was no one.

Every time he walked through a courtyard, Feng Junyang would slap a few times outside the door and scream a few times, but there was no movement in the room. In this way, he walked more than a dozen houses door to door, and his doubts became heavier and heavier. Is this another uninhabited village?

Although it is not as old as the houses in the ghost village, the yard is full of weeds, and many roofs are also covered with grass. The withered branches and leaves on the roof seem to have not been cleaned for several years. The village is quiet and terrible, and the sound of rain and thunder add to this quietness and terror.

"Master, look!" Feng Junyang suddenly saw more than a dozen graves under the osmanthus tree not far in front of him! Some graves also have broken wreaths, and white flags sway messy in the storm.

"What's so strange about this? There must be a grave where people live. You still make a fuss about life, old age, illness and death?" Ye Xuanji laughed and said.

"No, I think..."

"Don't think about it!" Ye Xuanji interrupted him.

The two walked around the village in the rain, and the doubts in Feng Junyang's heart turned into fear. There was really no one in this village! Some people's doors and windows are closed, but most people's doors are wide open or empty, and there are still some unpeeled beans and clothes in front of the door... Various signs indicate that people have lived here, not long ago, or a few days ago.

But where have they gone now? With such heavy rain, it is impossible not to come back from farm work outside. Even if it is too late to run back, why is there not even an old man or child in such a big village?

Has it evaporated?

"Junyang, I also think it's strange." Ye Xuanji looked around, "It's not early. Where have these people gone? We didn't meet anyone along the way.

"Will it move to another place?" Feng Junyang looked at it and shook his head again. "It's impossible. It's impossible not to take some things away if you move. Look at these houses with open doors. Everything in the room is in order."

"Master, will they go out together and never come back?" He came up with a bold idea.

"Oh, forget it, Junyang, don't think about it. The rain is small, and it should not rain again. Let's go quickly and get to Jinmei Villa to finish things early."

"And then?" Feng Junyang asked.

"Then you can do whatever you want! I also want to find a quiet place to be stable for the rest of my life. What about you? You can be free and no longer be bound by me..."

Really? You won't let me follow you around again?" He can't believe it.

"But I have to finish this journey." Ye Xuanji was slightly sad, "Then, you can do whatever you want."

"Good!" He cheered.

"Master, do you hate it so much? Are you so happy when it comes to separation? Won't you hide your quiet happiness?" Ye Xuanji pretended to be very pitiful.

"Master! Someone is coming!" Feng Junyang said in surprise, "Look, under the plum tree."

He breathed a sigh of relief and thought too much just now.

Ye Xuanji followed Feng Junyang's point. Sure enough, under rows of plum trees, two people slowly walked over. They staggered, lowered their heads, and took every step carefully for fear of slipping.

It was two old men. Feng Junyang saw that they had a hard time walking without rain gear. He rushed out to help, but he fell to the sky and was sore all over. When he slowly got up in Ye Xuanji's ridicule, the two old men had arrived.

"You..." The old man was panicked when he saw two strangers, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Old man, who are you talking to?" The old woman trembled her voice, groped and stretched out her hands, and looked around in front of her eyes, "Are you dazzled and see something again? Thanks to me, my eyes can't see, and I don't have to see those bloody things all day..."

"Old man, what happened?" Ye Xuanji asked.

The old man's voice was hoarse and weak. He asked, "Are you two human or ghosts?" If you come to take shelter from the rain, leave here quickly; if you come to ask for your life, take both of us old people away... Don't leave one, you will be lonely in the world..."

"Old uncle, why do you say that? We are human beings."

The two masters and apprentices held an old man separately, went to the rain-proof place in the courtyard, and took two benches to sit down. The old man groped Feng Junyang's hand and said with a little relief, "Old woman, it's hot, this is a person..."

"If it's a human, just leave quickly..." The old woman's eyes were empty, and she said in the direction of Feng Junyang's sitting, crying, "Let's go. If you don't leave, you will turn into a pile of ashes..."

Feng Junyang was puzzled: "Huang into a pile of ashes? How to turn into a pile of ashes? We are shaking cold and want to make a fire..."

"Young man, the old woman's eyes are dizzy and deaf. Don't talk to her." The old man gently patted the back of Feng Junyang's hand, "However, what she said is true. Let's go!"

"Why? Uncle!" Ye Xuanji took the old man's hand and comforted him, "What do you need to say slowly? Let me ask, where are the people in your village? Why is there no one everywhere?"

"They are all dead."