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Everything was explained, and Meng Yan finally knew where Wang Bowen had gone. His mind buzzed and he almost stopped, but Ruishen gave him a hand.

Lin Manshu's eyes stopped following the rolling piece of meat, and she also saw the familiar tattoo. Her emotions, which had finally calmed down, surged like waves, and she fell to the ground and retched.

There was nothing in her stomach, and she could only taste the bile in her mouth, and she didn't know whether it was vomiting or fright.

"This is Xiaopang... Xiaopang is dead." Lin Manshu's trembling eyelashes were already wet, and her eyes were full of fear.

Li Qing and Lu Ren didn't understand what was going on, until they saw the piece of meat, both of them turned pale.Lu Ren couldn't hold back anymore this time, and also joined in the vomiting.

They were terrified. It was obvious that what was chopped up was a horse, so how could it be Wang Bowen's corpse that was brought up!

"Have you ever heard of harvesting and cutting?" Ruishen said suddenly.

No one answered him, Ruishen continued talking on his own.

"It is said that in ancient times, beggars often abducted children and maimed them as tools for begging for money." The man's tone was calm, as if Wang Bowen's death had nothing to do with him. .”

"Human... dog?" Lin Manshu asked tremblingly.

"Well, if people are skinned, or poured into boiling water, glued together, and then wrapped in freshly-plucked animal fur, when they grow together, the appearance of a person becomes a dog."

Ruishen continued, "Then beggars can train dogs to perform."

Wang Bowen must have been wrapped in horse skin.

Everyone was terrified, because they remembered the strange posture of the horse, the overly human-like eyes, and the desire to survive and the final despair in the eyes when they finally found them.

Meng Yan's nails pierced deeply into the palm of his hand. Wang Bowen said he would save him and tell him to be careful. He came to his room to remind him despite his fear, as if it was still yesterday.

"I didn't protect him well." The young leader was short of breath, if he could be more cautious...

I was still too arrogant, and treated the game of life and death as a child's play. It didn't matter if he was the one who suffered the consequences, but it was Wang Bowen who was killed.

It's all my fault...

Seeing Meng Yan's expression was wrong, Rui was deeply moved.

He grabbed the other person's shoulders and said in a deep voice, "Now is not the time to blame yourself, you have to lead others to live."

As if awakened by Ruishen, Meng Yan immediately came back to his senses.

He took a deep breath, opened the window and watched Aunt Li go to the field, and then said, "I can't stay any longer, when are you going to vomit, cheer me up."

Meng Yan has always been the backbone of the team. Hearing the leader's words, Lin Manshu and the others looked at him with nausea.

"Aunt Li is gone." He resumed his usual tone. "She may not know that we have noticed something is wrong. This is the best chance to escape."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Lu Ren's face was pale, and his mental state was extremely poor. "Let's run now!"

Looking at them, Meng Yan knew that it was the right choice for him to hide it from them.

Except for Ruishen, everyone else is prone to lose their feet.Leaving Xiejiao Village with a head full of heat, I'm afraid I won't see the sun the next day.At that time, it will not only be Wang Bowen who will die.

"calm."

Meng Yan fell into an extremely calm mood, and when the danger really came, Meng Yan suddenly gained a reassuring sense of familiarity.His composure is not psychological, but comes from hard work.

"Now you are not in a state where you can figure out a solution, so listening to my command will make you feel easier."

Lin Manshu could tell that Meng Yan had put all the burden on herself, and what was irrefutable was that neither she nor Li Qing and Lu Ren were at a loss, and they didn't know what to do. The only thing they could count on was really Only Meng Yan.

"If you want to survive, you must first have a way of thinking. If you flee impulsively, it is unlikely to survive." Meng Yan tore off the tablecloth and wrapped Wang Bowen's meat. "It seems that we are going to play a game of survival in the wild."

"Li Qing and Lu Ren went to the kitchen to bring all the knives and pot lids. Lin Manshu, look for salt and ignition equipment. Ruishen, go and collect bed sheets and brooms and mops. After you find them, go back to the room and gather."

Meng Yan gave orders in an orderly manner, and when he turned around, he saw Ruishen's surprised eyes.

"Look at what I'm doing, go!"

Everyone started to move forward, and Meng Yan checked to see if anyone was watching outside, and then quickly climbed out of the window and climbed up to the second floor.

Aunt Li's room door is locked as long as she leaves, he confirmed it two days ago, if you can't walk through the main entrance, then enter through the window.Aunt Li usually doesn't come home until evening when she goes to work in the fields, and the current time period is considered safe.

Kicking open the window, Meng Yan stepped into the murderer's room.

The room was very simple, no different from the one he lived in, except that there was an extra mirror.

Meng Yan searched quickly, and soon found a tattered old book under the bed, which was the "Horse Classic" she mentioned before.

Putting the book in his pocket, he quickly collected other things in the house. The genealogy, needlework, and the bells on the Miao clothes were all piled up on the ground by Meng Yan, and then he wrapped them in a sheet and used them as a simple backpack.

When he returned to his house, the others had already collected them, and they were all waiting for his next command.

But Meng Yan just put down the things and took out the books in his arms.

"Ma Jing? This is it?" Lin Manshu slowed down a little, because Meng Yan brought her a great sense of security.

"Just look at it." Meng Yan flipped through the book.

"What time is this! Why don't you leave! It will be over when she comes back!" Lu Ren yelled in a broken voice.

"Don't worry, it's only morning." Meng Yan was not affected by his impatience. "This book should record some things, maybe it can help us."

As he flipped through the pages, Meng Yan's eyes became more and more serious until he saw the record on the last page.

He read out "Wang Bowen, born in Luoyang, Henan, of Central Plains descent..."

Meng Yan squeezed the book tightly, "People in this village believe that horses can bring people's souls back to their ancestral lands."

Li Qing was dumbfounded, "No wonder Aunt Li kept asking about our birthplace, Luoyang, Henan, that is the oldest Central Plains, the birthplace of civilization."

"With real people from the Central Plains leading the way, who needs horses?" Lin Manshu sneered, she knew that being weak was useless, and she had to be strong if she wanted to survive these demons.

"The most frightening thing is that this book has been recorded since a hundred years ago. There are five names on each page, and this is a thick book." Meng Yan said.

"How many people did they kill?" Li Qing broke into a cold sweat.

When Meng Yan got the book in his hand, he felt that the touch felt weird, not like parchment. He frowned and threw it away, and began to read the family tree again.

But this time, he was really shocked.

The more you scroll forward, the weirder the names, and the weirder the records, it seems like they are out of the scope of human beings. How could someone live for more than 300 years before dying?How could someone have ten offspring in one birth?And how can someone still be active for a while after death?

Are the people in Xiejiao Village really Miao people?

He saw many illustrations in the family tree, all of which were portraits of people, but this painting was as weird as the name of the person.

The ancestor in the picture doesn't look like a human, but a deformed monster. There are no adjectives to describe these things that I have never seen before. There will be no one in the world who is so rebellious as to uglify the ancestor's appearance to such an extent. .

Meng Yan lost his family tree like an electric shock. He felt as if he had touched some forbidden secret.

Perhaps the people in the village are not innocent people.The name of Xiejiao Village is probably also "Cult Village", right?

He took a few deep breaths, and then stopped reading the two books that were beyond the scope of his cognition, and instead packed up the things the students had brought back.

Aunt Li's family doesn't have many knives, but there are four or five, the most useful ones are the rectangular watermelon knife and the hatchet for chopping wood.

He broke off the mop pole, split a section from it, inserted the handle of the remaining sharp knife into it, and tied it tightly with a strip of cloth torn from the bed sheet.A long gun with an extremely long attack range is ready.

Meng Yan handed the spear to Li Qing, then distributed the remaining knives to other men, and kept the hatchet for himself.Lin Manshu's strength is too small, and the knife may not be effective in her hands, because if the knife is not fatal, the enemy will be angered and the knife will be taken away.

He took out the long barrel blowing arrows he made when he was bored a few days ago and gave it to Lin Manshu, and tied the only pot lid with a rope and put it behind her as a protection.

After arming the students, Meng Yan wrapped matches, salt, rice, and bacon in oilcloth, and made simple sheet backpacks for everyone, and put two iron basins in them.

"Almost ready, Li Qing, give me your watch."

Li Qing didn't know what Meng Yan was going to do, but he still passed the watch over.

"From now on, you must always pay attention not to make noise, follow the people around you closely, don't scream when you find danger, and remind me in time."

The leader's composure reassured everyone a lot. Their faces were no longer so pale, but lifted up their spirits.

"Then take off the earrings, rings, and all reflective objects on the body."

Xiejiao Village is in a basin, no matter which direction they flee, they are always going uphill.And here the sun is fierce, if the jewelry reflects the sunlight on the way up the mountain, it is easy to be found by the trackers.

Meng Yan looked up at the sky, then at the color of the soil in the distant mountains, and said, "Take off your socks and put them on your shoes. It often rains here, and the wet mountain roads can easily leave shoe marks."

Lin Manshu was taken aback, "Brother Meng, what on earth do you do, do you really study folklore?"

"Don't ask." Meng Yan felt the instinct flowing in his body, "Now is not the time to say these things, do as I say."

After all the students had packed up, the young team leader finally led everyone out of the stilted building that existed in the nightmare through the back door.

The big blood-red characters still appeared in Meng Yan's field of vision.

Countdown to Survival 03:01:57

There are still three days left.

The author has something to say about the real existence of singing scriptures, and the author did not intend to offend. I hope young readers don’t mind, bobobo~