my weird life

Chapter 561 Old and Weak, Black Dog, Red Mist (12)

A piece of red mixed with a little bit of white mist wanders among the mountains in the sky.

Under the mountains, houses and buildings are lined up one after another, row upon row, in a well-arranged pattern, forming a city.

There are no people in this city.

In front of the tavern on the corner of the street, brightly colored wine flags were raised on bamboo poles. The door of the grain store opposite the wooden building was open, but the store was empty.

On the street outside the grain store, there is a layer of rice grain.

Several sacks still half filled with grain lay in the middle of the road.

Whether it was the thin layer of rice grains or the sack that still contained half a bag of grains, they were all covered with mud and footprints.

Someone lay on his back in the street,
The man opened his eyes and had lost his breath forever.

On the quiet street, on the top floor of the wooden building opposite the grain store, a small head protruded from the window supported by wooden sticks. He quietly looked at the scattered rice grains and grain bags in front of the grain store. After a while, he looked away and looked at the red mist wandering among the mountains in the distance.

The child with a small head retracted his gaze,
Looking in the opposite direction to the mountains on the horizon——

On the street as far as the eye can see,
There were corpses lying all over the place.

Some of the corpses were headless, and the incisions on the necks were smooth and neat, and some of them looked superficially without any wounds.

spring is coming,

The weather is getting warmer.

Many of the corpses were swollen and much fatter than average.

A miserable green unknown liquid gushes from their eyes, ears, mouth and nose,

The stench of dead bodies wafted back and forth on the street.

Even the wind can't blow away such a strong smell.

The young boy turned his head and looked at the attic behind him. More than a dozen old, weak, sick and disabled people in ragged clothes gathered in the attic on this floor. There was a woman breastfeeding a child in her arms, an old man holding an oil lamp, and a blind old woman. Holding a cane.

at this time,

Seeing the child turn back,

All of these people turned their attention to him.

Even the blind old woman turned her head, and turned her empty eye sockets to a child jumping from a high stool.

"Same as yesterday.

The food downstairs is still there, and there is no one outside.

There is still a red mist floating on Maoshan Mountain, and I don't know when it will dissipate. "The child reported to the dozen or so people crowded in the attic in a childish voice.

Everyone frowned when they heard his words.

"The fog hasn't cleared, the fog hasn't cleared..."

"There is no food left..."

"The milk is about to disappear, if this continues, my baby will not be able to keep!"

"Can't you keep alive, don't you see where you are now? Your doll must not be able to keep alive..."

People's arguments are weak.

After they discussed a few words with each other, the woman who was nursing the baby began to cry softly while holding the baby.

Her cry woke up the child in her arms,

The child was also crying weakly.

Among the crowd, the tallest old man looked around at the miserable faces of the people around him, sighed, and waved to the child at the window: "Come here, Hu'er."

Zhitong ran to him obediently and was held in his arms.

He looked at the slightly shiny floor in front of him in the dark, and continued to say: "It's definitely not good to continue hiding here, adults and children have nothing to eat, so it won't last for a few days, until we don't even run downstairs If you find the strength to eat, you can only eat each other's flesh——

In the end they all have to die.

So, we have to go down.

You have to go down and fight for your way out. "

"Yes, we have to go down and fight for survival.

You will die if you huddle here - if you fall asleep every day, you may not be able to wake up the next day. We are such a big caravan, and now there are only a dozen of us, the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled...

My son, he died while dreaming. "The slightly fatter old woman wiped her eyes and said.

Several people nodded in agreement.

The younger woman curled up next to the blind old woman, tremblingly said: "I, I dare not go down, San'er is right below..."

"He's a corpse, what are you afraid of?" The old woman gave the young woman a hard look.

The young woman pursed her lips and said nothing more.

in this way,

After discussion by more than a dozen people, they finally decided to leave the attic where they stayed for nearly half a month, leave this place, and go outside to find a way out.

The tall old man carried a sack on his back and handed over his grandson to the care of the old woman.

He was at the forefront,

The first went down the stairs.

to the second floor,

Several corpses were piled up on the stairs on the second floor, and a strong corpse smell emanated from the corpses.

These corpses are like those that children see outside,
Some of the corpses were headless, and the cuts in the necks were smooth and neat;

Some were intact, with no visible wounds on the surface.

"I'm sorry..."

The old man muttered, picked up the shovel in his hand, and lifted several corpses stacked on the stairs, a layer of dark red, putrid corpses dripped on the wooden floor.

He stepped on the floor where the corpses were flowing with a shovel, leaving a string of footprints on the floor.

More than a dozen old and weak women and children followed behind him.

On the spacious floor of the second floor, there were seven or eight corpses piled up, all of whom were familiar faces. The dozen or so living people present could call each corpse by its name. Seeing these corpses, some could not help crying.

The young woman looked at the sleeping young man sitting in the corner, her eyes were red and she wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

There was an extremely strong corpse odor permeating the whole wooden building.

She sniffed this smell, feeling a little sad in her heart, but more of it was fear.

Therefore, his eyes only stayed slightly on the corpse of the young man sitting in the corner, and when he saw the dark green liquid dripping from the corner of the mouth of the corpse, his sadness completely turned into fear. The young woman hurriedly followed the team, Walked away from here.

On the first floor of the wooden building, there were even more corpses.

Dead bodies were piled all over the place.

The shovel in the old man's hand could no longer clear a path for the people behind him,

He could only step on the backs and abdomens of those corpses and walk towards the locked gate of the wooden building.

Every time the crowd stepped on a dead body,
Those corpses would open their mouths slightly, and a rancid liquid would flow out of their mouths.

Some corpses sprayed out from the mouths of the corpses, and because they were facing the floor, the corpses dripped on the floor—some corpses were lying face up, so some of the sprayed liquid splashed on everyone,
It caused people to scream and cry from time to time.

The old man stood at the door and slapped the two doors vigorously with a shovel, and the door panels were smashed by him.

The light from outside poured into this dim wooden building,
A stronger smell of corpses poured in from outside the door.

The inside of the wooden building is like purgatory, but the outside of the wooden building is not clean, it is a bigger purgatory.

Bang!
There were more and more crying and urging sounds from the people behind him, and the frequency of the old man's slapping on the wooden doors increased. Finally, when he swung the shovel down for the last time, the hinges of the two wooden doors broke——

The dilapidated wooden door collapsed straight out.

The old man stood at the door, looking at the skylight pouring in from outside the door, he hesitated for a while.

currently,
The people behind them all stopped urging,
They all hesitated.

The nightmare-like experience once weighed on everyone's heart, so they were full of fear of the world outside the house. If there was no fear in their hearts, why would more than ten people crowded in the attic and refused to go out for more than ten days?
"I'll go first."

The old man said to the crowd behind him.

His eyes fell on the young boy who was being led by the old woman, he grinned at his grandson, and then looked at the old woman: "If I'm gone..."

"He is my own grandson!" The old woman said, "If I die, I have to find a way out for him!"

The old man nodded.

He took the shovel and turned away,
Finally stepped out of the wooden building.

went to the street.

The people in the wooden building gathered at the door, watching the old man's every move with full attention and without daring to take a breath.

Watching the old man gather up the scattered grain on the street, put the rice grains into the ragged bag he was carrying, watch the old man gather up the rice in several sackcloth pockets, and put a full bag of grain in the grain bag. On the cart next to the store——

"never mind!"

"I can walk!"

The people shouted with joy,

They all rushed towards the door, squeezing the old woman who was guarding the door to the ground.

She hurriedly held the child in her arms and struggled to stand up.

The old and weak women and children who rushed out of the wooden building shouted for joy on the street, and gathered around the first old man who walked out of the door.

The old woman took the child's arm,
He also walked towards the tall old man.

jingle jingle jingle...

At this time, a bell sounded from a distance.

People with joyful expressions followed the sound of bells and looked towards the street entrance not far away - a black dog with a collar around its neck and a bell hanging from the side of the intersection ran out.

As soon as it turned its head, it saw more than ten people gathered on this street.

"dog?"

"meat!"

The ten or so people who had just walked out of the wooden building were all stunned when they saw the black dog running on the street. Afterwards, the expressions of joy on everyone's faces grew stronger.

Someone whistled at the black dog,

Trying to lure the black dog closer.

The black dog stands at the crossroads,

Looking at the dozen or so old and weak women and children,

He turned his head and looked behind him again.

Under the gazes of everyone, the dog's face clearly showed a deep sadness, and it let out a low, old sigh: "Hey...

One drink and one peck, is it destiny? "

When the old voice sounded, more than a dozen people who came out of the wooden building felt that they were hallucinating.

Everyone looked at each other in dismay!

Right at this moment-

Under the eyes of the crowd,
The black dog's head detached from its neck without a sound,

slipped from the smooth neck of the cut,
A stream of blood spattered from the neck cavity!

A series of golden and red talismans floated out from the fallen black dog's corpse, and gathered in mid-air into a vague human figure. The human figure turned to look at the crowd and said, "Close your eyes!"

next moment,
The fuzzy human form composed of talismans was also cut into two sections,
Dissipated in the wind.

The words and phrases he left before being cut into two seemed to have some kind of inexplicable power, making more than a dozen people on the street couldn't help but close their eyes!

A chill passed through everyone's body.

It was as if something had flooded them and gone in another direction.

After a few breaths,
People open their eyes.

Right now it seems like business as usual.

At the crossroads, a black dog with two parts of its head fell down.

among the crowd,

The young woman stood upright in place.

Keep your eyes wide open.

——For some reason, she opened her eyes ahead of time, and she died without knowing what she saw.

The crowd surrounding the young woman dispersed with a whoosh.

The child led by the old woman looked up at the mountains at the end of the city—the red mist floating on the mountains drifted down at some point, rolling at the end of the street that the child was facing.

"The fog is coming."

He said so.

"The fog is coming?!"

Everyone's face was horrified.

The tumbling red mist at the end of the street spreads slowly,
A gust of wind blows,

Red mist covered the whole street,

It drowned the people who had no time to escape.

In the red mist, the sound of people gnawing on raw meat kept ringing.

Where the red mist passes,

Shaped pins stand.

All the people who had just escaped from the wooden building died under the wooden building.

(End of this chapter)