Along the village, Dazhuang and his friends quickly fled with scarves. Their eyes were full of choking fireworks, withered trees, and even small rivers with corpses floating.

At this time, a large number of poor people with torn clothes appeared on the road. They were running with quilts and pots and pans on their backs. Many policemen on motorcycles were driving them away with sticks. Dazhuang stopped a runaway woman and asked what was going on.

"The towns don't let us poor people stay here now. We are driven to our hometown in the countryside." The woman was very angry. Usually, the poor people are doing the dirtiest and tiring work in the town. Now the kiss of death is coming, and the rich people don't care about their lives or death, and they just use the police to drive them away. Now there are so many people in the countryside, isn't they going to force them to the dead? But what's the solution? In Yinjia Village, they are born to be a low-level ethnic group, and good education and medical care have nothing to do with them.

"There are so many people dying in the village now? Wouldn't you die when you come back?" Doesn't the official in Yinjia Village understand? When the kiss of the God of Death comes, the large population will flow, which will definitely intensify the spread of the kiss of the God of Death. At that time, the entire Yinjia Village will die in large numbers. I heard that Huangjia Village has adopted on-site isolation management, and the effect is pretty good.

"Those rich people think that the kiss of death is what we bring. Their clean towns are polluted by us. So we must be driven away."

"We can only go home, even if we die, we will die with our family." The woman's eyes were full of sorrow and helplessness.

This strange and terrifying kiss of death is very terrifying. Coupled with the random operation of Yinjia Village, it is estimated that the mortality rate in the entire Yinjia Village will be extremely high.

On the edge of the village, there was a pond steaming, and the pool was filled with cow dung. Dazhuang saw many people soaking in it, and some were still praying. He was speechless, what kind of tricks was this? After asking, he realized that cow dung bath in Yinjia Village is a magical medicine for the poor to cure all diseases. Because the poor in Yinjia family had no money to afford the disease, they had a cold, fever, a headache, foot pain, and a difficult and complicated disease. Most of the time, minor illnesses were cured magically. If it was really unsuccessful, it was God who wanted him to leave. Now that he encountered this mysterious kiss of death, the village ignored them, and this bath of cow dung was their only hope. But they didn't know that when they encountered this mysterious kiss of death, the gathering of a large number of people would aggravate the spread of the kiss of death. At that time, the corpses would really be everywhere. Perhaps the ones who survived might be a few individuals with super immunity.

Dazhuang remembered the words of a famous poet of the Yin family, "Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet as autumn leaves." But that is the world of poets. The poor people of the Yin family live like wild grass, are ignored, bullied, and trampled. Adjectives such as splendor, beauty, and comfort have nothing to do with them. But when they die, they are full of despair, pain and unwillingness. They also want to live like poets, but in reality, they may only "can't burn all the wildfires, and they grow again after the spring breeze." They use their tenacious reproductive power to interpret the meaning of life.

They walked on the barren field, and a sunset in the distance dyed the whole sky blood-red, circling with greedy vultures, and the air was filled with cow dung and the smell of death.

A swaying lantern appeared in front of them in the desolate evening breeze. When you look closely, it is a little girl full of dust carrying a lantern. She trembles towards them. Her cracked lips and skinny fingers can be seen that she may not have had a meal in a few days.

"Little sister, where are you going?" Dazhuang felt a little sad. This might be another orphan with no home.

"Sister, I want to find my parents. They have gone far away and night is coming. I want to carry a lantern to illuminate their way home." At this time, the little girl was like an angel in the afterglow of the sunset. But even if it is an angel, she still can't escape the devil's devour. Maybe she will not wake up tomorrow. Kexin really wants to hug her, give her some food, water, and warm her.

"I sat in front of the window this morning

The world is like a passerby

Stay for a while

Nodded to me and walked over again.”

Dazhuang remembered this poem. Life is so short for this little girl. Maybe she even dreams of big steamed buns, new shoes, and mother's smile. There will be no flowers, crystal shoes, and handsome princes in her dreams. She can't dream of those beautiful fairy tales, because she has never seen books, so she can't do such dreams. This is the fate of the poor girls of the Yin family. They have never studied, went to school since they were young, and married and have children early.

For her, living well is her dream.

I heard that Mijia Village has released shocking news. They have developed magical medicines that can prevent the kiss of the god of death. But this has nothing to do with these poor Yin people. These magical medicines are said to be extremely expensive and can only be used by the rich. The hope for their survival is that hot cow dung. For most of them:

At the other side of dusk, I don’t know if the sun will rise tomorrow?
Chapter completed!