This hut is about a hundred steps away from me. It is an old house that looks quite old. The windows are not glass, but paper windows. This kind of old house is probably only preserved in some underdeveloped mountainous areas. It was built at least in the 1960s and 1970s, or even earlier.
As soon as I walked over, I smelled a faint smell of blood. At this time, the screams inside were very low. There seemed to be a faint "woohoo" crying sound, which sounded like a woman. In addition, there were two men talking.
Didn't the old village chief say that the people of Baiyangyu were in front? Why are there people crying here?
All the doubts in my mind shrank back. I wetted my index finger with some spit, and then gently rubbed the pulp paper on the window with the spitted finger. Anyone who has seen the pulp paper on the window knows that it is actually a kind of coarse fiber paper. If you tear it hard, it will make a very harsh tearing sound. I was peeking, of course I couldn't poke a hole directly with my finger, otherwise the person inside would definitely find it. It would be different if I wet the window paper with spit first. Once this kind of paper is wet, its toughness will be greatly reduced. I poked a hole in it almost without making any sound, and then I moved my eyes towards the hole.
It was like a heavy hammer hitting my heart hard. When I saw the situation inside clearly, I suffocated all of a sudden, and my heart stopped beating at this moment. I subconsciously opened my mouth to scream, but fortunately I reacted quickly and covered my mouth in time, so I didn't make any noise.
The old house was dark, with only a few kerosene lamps lit. The flickering yellow candlelight of the kerosene lamps gave the house a strange and eerie smell.
On the floor of the old house...
There were densely packed bones!
Looking at the shape of the bones, they were clearly human bones!
In addition, in a corner of the old house, there were two or three women tied up. These three women were all very thin, and their faces showed a sickly paleness under the dim oil lamps. Even I, who don't know how to read faces, can see that these three women should be the type of weak and sickly, and they are probably seriously ill now!
In the middle of the old house, in front of a huge chopping board, two men wearing aprons and holding butcher knives were dismembering a naked female corpse. The female corpse had obviously just died, and the blood that flowed out was steaming white and hot...
It was obvious that the female corpse that screamed just now was this female corpse. Judging from the knife wounds on her body, it was estimated that she was killed by cutting her neck not long ago. At present, the two men were removing the limbs. It seemed that their techniques were very skillful. The knife fell on the bone joints. It was obviously not the first time they did this. It was estimated that all the bones on the ground were dismembered by them, just like the executioners in ancient times. It is said that the executioners in ancient times did a lot of "work", so the knife fell in the bone gap above the cervical vertebrae, and they could directly cut off the criminal's head very cleanly, without effort or cutting the blade. With one knife, the head flew directly, and the skin was not even connected!
This is clearly a slaughterhouse!
It's just that what's being slaughtered is not livestock, but... people!
This... is hell on earth!
The two men were numbly cleaning up the corpse, pulling off the skin, throwing away the bones, leaving the meat, and whispering to each other. I quietly put my ear to the window and finally heard what they said.
"Alas, the dead are all eaten, and there are fewer and fewer patients. What should we do next?"
A dark-faced man glanced at the women next to him and said with a sad face: "There are more than a hundred mouths, and these few are enough. It's hard to say how many days they will be enough!"
"Why is it hard to say?"
Another man with a long face looked up at the dark-faced man and said lightly: "With our skills, in the end, everyone will starve, but we won't starve! There are no dead people or patients, and there are still many living people outside, right?"
"You are Say..."
The black-faced man said in surprise: "This is not good, fellow villagers..."
"Fellow villagers?"
The long-faced man sneered: "How did those fellow villagers survive? Didn't they survive by eating fellow villagers? ? You ate the dead and the sick, and you still mind killing two more living people? We have to survive first! When the incident happened, my mother was the first one to die. If those fellow villagers hadn't been so hungry that they secretly cooked my mother, would our Baiyangyu have gone down this path? It's still a matter of time!"
Speaking of this, the long-faced man turned his head and spitted on the ground viciously, then said: "It's all that bitch's fault!"
"Ah..."
The black-faced man sighed and said: "Who knows why this bitch is so resentful? We have done this kind of thing before, but I didn't expect to run into a tough guy this time!"
"I say, Wang Laosan, you are mumbling here, are you scared?"
The black-faced man looked up impatiently at the long-faced man, coldly He said with a smile: "You were the most active and ruthless when we were doing things. What's the point of complaining now? If that bitch comes back to the village, you will be the first one she will not let go. You better think about it. If you want to survive, we can't let each other suffer! I tell you, if there is nothing to eat, you have to follow me when I attack those people outside, otherwise we will be too hungry to run when that bitch comes in. Think about it yourself!"
"..."
Listening to the words of these two people, my heart has been chilled.
No wonder the villagers of Baiyangyu can survive after being out of food for so long, it turns out... they are cannibalizing people! ! !
When the evil mist came, the people in the village who were in poor health were the first to suffer. Many people could not bear the erosion of the evil mist and died one after another. Some people also fell ill. Those who fell down first were the first targets of the hungry villagers...
As mentioned before, there are many cases of cannibalism in history. I study history, but whenever I read about troubled times, I read about bloody cannibalism. From the Xia Dynasty to the great famine decades ago, which war or famine did not have this phenomenon? Take the situation in Sichuan during the war at the end of the Ming Dynasty. At that time, people were already competing for cannibalism. In addition, the massacre when the Qing army entered Sichuan almost wiped out the people of Sichuan. However, the Qing court shamelessly threw the blame on Zhang Xianzhong in the end, saying that he was a cannibalistic devil. It set up the Seven Killings Monument, which read "Heaven created all things to feed people, and people have nothing to return to heaven. Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill!" Only then did they kill all the people of Sichuan. It can be said to be the biggest black pot in history. As for the current Sichuan people, in fact, they all migrated from the inland during the reign of Emperor Kangxi.
In short, there are many such things. People don't restrain their food when they are hungry.
But hearing about it is one thing, and seeing it is another. Looking at the two people in the room, I feel that their faces are ugly. The meanness of human nature is simply performed vividly in the tiny village of Baiyangyu!
Moreover, listening to these two people, it is obvious that the people of Baiyangyu did not do good things, so they caused the strange things in the village. The victim is probably the real owner of the Yinsha village!
If there is no injustice of the snow in June, how can there be such a thing as Yinsha?
No wonder these villagers look pale and bloodshot, not like humans, but like ghosts! It turns out that they are cannibals! I was wondering why they reacted when they saw their Buddha bones and relics. It turns out that the evil spirit and death energy are on these people. They have eaten a belly full of dead people. The compassionate Sakyamuni Buddha hates them. They are simply abandoned by heaven and abandoned by the world. Otherwise, how can the totem they worship ignore them?
I have heard that people who have eaten dead people are different from normal people. They are full of death energy and look like evil ghosts. Their body temperature is much lower than that of normal people all year round!
No wonder the owner said in the Totem Ancient Temple that the materials for the soul-guiding lamp were picked up. It was probably because these villagers ate the meat and threw away the human skin, which was picked up by the owner to make soul-guiding lamps and killed Wang Xiaoxiao and the other three!
For a moment, I was disgusted with the villagers here to the core. I wanted to draw my sword and kill them. I didn't even want to go to the toilet. But soon I thought of a more important point - when I left, the old village chief invited Zhang Zhenlin and the others to have dinner together. Could it be that Zhang Zhenlin and the others...
Thinking of this, I didn't dare to hesitate any more and turned around and ran back!