The River Beach County of Wigolan County, as the name suggests, is gentle in the entire county and has many rivers.

Therefore, four-fifths of Hetan County's territory were covered with floods, and the surging rivers were boundless and were not surging due to the vast terrain.

On that day, three people came in a small village town in Hetan County.

It is said to be a village, but in fact the whole village is dead and has no popularity at all. Water that is less than ankles flows freely in the village. Most of the houses made of mud and wood have collapsed. There are still many corpses of chicken, duck, cattle and sheep floating in the village, and an indescribable stench fills the air.

Desolate, cold and silent.

It is the only feeling that it brings to intruders.

However, along the way, I have encountered more than a dozen such villages and towns, even Yang Zheng, who had just entered Wigolan County, was numb.

Before he came, he had thought about the scene of floods in the county, but he never thought of such a serious point.

There is also a different kind of bitterness in my heart.

After all, this is his territory, and even if he does not realize a good lord, he will feel uncomfortable.

After entering the village road, the water became deeper and deeper.

When the water was about to pass Yang Zheng's knee, he stopped because he felt the heat coming from his ears, which was hot.

A confused moaning voice entered his ears: "Let me down, I can't do it."

The skin hanging on his face was like burning fire.

Yang Zhengning stood there.

I looked at the water in front of me, and felt the woman's begging for death on her back, and a helpless feeling filled my heart.

Of course he would not let go of the person on his back, but he also knew very well that if he could no longer enter a clean environment and receive effective treatment, Hong Niang would die.

No one expected that the small arrow wound would cause a disaster.

Yang Zheng's physique is so different from that of ordinary people that he neglected the dirty and humid environment.

It was not until the Hongniang suddenly fainted the day before yesterday that he realized that the woman's wound had been infected to a very serious level.

After escaping from the Honeycomb Island, this woman has always shown herself as her extremely strong face.

She kept pushing her body to travel, and even though her body was suffering from pain and torture, she would not show any weakness.

So Yang Zheng did not notice that Hong Niangzi's wounds were getting worse.

The dirty environment caused the arrow injury that was not serious to infect and inflamed.

Under backward medical conditions, how many people will eventually die due to a minor injury. Faced with the disease, no matter how strong the person is, they will be helpless.

So when the Hongniang couldn't hold on and fainted, Yang Zheng really discovered her current situation.

The wound, which was only two fingers the size of the wound, had rotted into a big fist. The whole right thigh was thicker, and her skin turned blue. Black and yellow pus kept flowing on the wound, which was extremely fishy. Yang Zheng was so excited to see that scene.

What is this woman doing?

Does she want to commit suicide?

Why do you say nothing when the wound worsens like this? The current situation has reached the point where you may die at any time.

Perhaps because he lost the last little support, many complications of wound infection appeared quickly, high fever did not subside, transient shock, and inability to eat. The Hongniang became thinner in two days, and her heroic temperament had long been destroyed by the disease.

She fell on Yang Zheng's back and was half unconscious for a long time. She occasionally woke up and said a sentence or two and fell asleep immediately.

"Persevere, don't give up, I will cure you."

Yang Zheng said over and over again, but the increasingly hot breath made him not very confident.

"If I die, please don't throw me into the water, okay?"

The voice of the Hongmao suddenly became clear. Yang Zheng turned his head and saw a face that was reddened by a high fever. The Hongmao seemed to be awake and her eyes became very bright.

But when Yang Zhengxin saw this scene, he suddenly sank.

Rebirth.

"What are you talking nonsense, you won't die." Yang Zheng smiled relaxedly.

The Hongniang looked on his face, and she stayed for a moment, and suddenly she smiled... This was the first time Yang Zheng saw her smiling. She was very gentle and innocent, just like the first smile that had just been born to the world.

With a silent smile, Hong Niang slowly closed her eyes.

Yang Zheng was anxious and shouted, "Don't sleep, Mrs. Hong, can't sleep, wake up."

He jumped, shaking the woman on his back, but the drooping eyelids, no matter how Yang Zheng shouted or shaked, he did not open it. The Red Lady hung the smile she had shown for the first time and quietly leaned on Yang Zheng's back.

"Damn it, Maltah, Maltah, damn it...what is the man."

Yang Zheng yelled: "Fuck it out soon."

A head emerged from the river ahead, and Malta waved from afar.

Yang Zheng interrupted him quickly: "Have you found a cleaner place?"

Malta wiped the water from his face, showed an awkward smile, and shook his head.

"Waste!" Yang Zheng knew that Maltha could not be blamed, but he cursed in anger. The breath from his neck became weaker and weaker. Yang Zheng clearly felt that Hongniang's body was cooling rapidly.

what to do?

Yang Zheng looked at the dim sky and earth and fell into trouble again.

The importance of the Hongniangzi is self-evident. At this time, Malta said "this...this..." a few times, looking like he was eager to speak but stopped.

"What... I'll let it go if I have a fart!" Yang Zheng glared at him.

"There is a ancestral hall in front and around the corner, and there is no water inlet."

"Why didn't you say it earlier? Lead the way." Yang Zheng ran forward quickly, and Malt was holding the second half of the sentence back to his heart and led him to the ancestral hall.

The water soon ended up at Yang Zheng's waist. In order not to wet the injured lady, he put her in front and hugged her horizontally. He walked dozens of meters and turned around. A stone building appeared in front of him. This was the only house in the village that had not been washed away by the flood.

The entire ancestral hall is built with large, half a meter-long, neatly cut stones, and the area is as big as three basketball courts. It is already considered a magnificent building in such a small village.

When Yang Zheng saw the building two meters above the ground, he was delighted and jumped up the steps quickly.

The door was closed, and before Martha could say something, Yang Zheng kicked the door open.

Kuangdang

The sound of the door breaking open echoed in the hall, and then a roll of cold wind rushed out of the gloomy door opening and pounced on Yang Zheng's face.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and saw clearly what was happening in the cabin hall.

Even someone like him who is not afraid of heaven and earth also feels goose bumps on his neck, and takes a deep breath unnaturally.

Slowly turned his head and looked at Maltha beside him.

Malta smiled guiltily and lowered his head and did not dare to look at Yang Zheng's eyes.

Because in this huge ancestral hall, hundreds of black coffins were neatly placed.

There are dense names engraved on the wall at the end of the hall.

There was a decay smell in the entire hall. Because there was no light, the sky was always gloomy. The vast hall was dark and the coffin, coupled with the mouth of the mouth, was indeed like a scene that only existed in a horror movie.

Yang Zheng's unnaturalness lasted for only a short breath and his expression returned to normal.

He is a guy crawling out of the dead, not to mention that the life of Hong Niangzi is in full swing, what he needs most is to find a clean and hygienic place.

Now it seems that except for the gloomy and terrifying, this ancestral hall is the most suitable place that Yang Zheng can find at present.

I don’t know what special material was used on the ground, and it didn’t seep water, so it looked very clean.

So all the hundreds of coffins were preserved in good condition. Yang Zheng asked Malta to split the altars on the side into wooden strips, then put phosphorus fire powder, and a fire was pulled by a stroke, creating a fire.

With the light of this fire, the hall, which was originally filled with yin energy, was more warm.

Yang Zheng directed Malta to rummage boxes and cabinets throughout the ancestral hall.

But, except for some decaying offerings, nothing useful was found.

All the coffins were sealed. Yang Zheng thought about it over and over again and finally chose to disrespect the dead. He wanted to open the coffin because as far as he knew, Weirong Country had such customs. Large ancestral halls like this were all well-known figures, and usually there were burial objects.

In China, Yang Zheng’s hometown, disrespect to the dead is a great moral sin.

But the fate of Hong Niangzi is in the evening, and Yang Zheng has no choice but to find some suitable tools.

After silently chanting for a few words.

He took out a knife and moved it gently on the coffin, finally gritted his teeth and waved it, and a crack sound.

The coffin cover rises and falls.

A mummy came into Yang Zheng's eyes.

The corpse must have been preserved in a special way, and it did not rot into a skeleton. The skin was brown and the dead were lying hard. This was a female corpse, and she was wearing gorgeous clothes. As Yang Zheng expected, she also had many offerings on her body, including high-quality clothing, gouache, rouge, bronze mirror, and many jewelry.

This is also because Yang Zheng is lucky. Such a well-sealed ancestral hall has never been robbed by water thieves.

After getting a coffin, Yang Zheng was no longer psychologically stressed. He also raised one and a hundred. He simply asked Malt to help open the coffin together. If the dead were not included, this place would definitely be a treasure house.

The richness of the funeral objects is beyond Yang Zheng's imagination.

He even found a lot of medicines and suture needles in a coffin. Judging from the clothes of the dead, this guy should have been a medical officer during his lifetime.
To be continued...