The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 318 The Plague
This is the first time I've heard people talk about my grandfather's youth, so it sounds very serious.According to Wang Po, this Xu Changhe turned out to be a go-getter back then, and he was the one who took the lead in arresting Grandpa.And when I first came here, he actually said that he was my grandfather's sworn brother. He harmed my grandfather so much, how could it be possible for my grandfather to become sworn brothers with him.He's such a liar that he doesn't bat an eye.

"Then what happened then?" I asked.

Wang Po continued: "Your grandfather just shouted that the village was going to be in trouble, but someone asked him what the trouble was, and he refused to say it. He just asked the villagers to leave the backing village collectively and go out to hide for a while before coming back. How can people believe that even though the life in Guashantun was not rich at that time, but the mountains depended on the mountains and the water to eat water, with the mountains on the back and a river leading to the village below, so they lived comfortably. Just a few words from your grandfather , how could it be possible to leave? As a result, we only found out later that the reason why your grandfather refused to reveal the specific disaster was because he was afraid of leaking the secret. So that the disaster that came later was far more terrifying than what your grandfather said .Your grandfather also felt guilty about this for a long time, saying that even if the heavenly secret was leaked at that time, it would be worth it if it could exchange for the lives of the villagers."

I snorted coldly when I heard this: "I think even if grandpa told the villagers at that time, they would not believe it."

Wang Po nodded: "That's true. At that time, your grandfather was a Taoist priest. If anyone dared to believe what he said, he would be implicated too. But your grandfather didn't think so. He always thought it was his fault that led to it. the tragedy that followed."

"Then what happened afterwards?"

I think that if this Wang Po can write novels, she must be a master of foreshadowing. After talking for so long, she has been laying the groundwork, but she has never entered the theme, which made my heart itch.

Wang Po was not in a hurry, and continued: "After your grandfather was locked up, he was criticized and paraded in the street the next day. But even so, your grandfather still shouted loudly to make the villagers believe him. If so, leave the village as soon as possible to take refuge. As a result, the more he yelled, the harder he was beaten..."

Hearing this, I felt inexplicably sad. Although I knew that my grandfather was only in his 20s at the time, I still couldn't bear the thought of him being beaten.

"There's no way around that. With the environment and background at that time, even if your grandfather was beaten to death, there was no one to justify him. Later, I felt sorry for him, so I secretly sent him some food. Your grandfather told me He leaked a little information and asked me to notify people to evacuate quickly. He said that within five days, many people in the village would die. It doesn’t look like a lunatic. In addition, the body has been beaten like that, and I still can’t forget it. There must be a basis for it. So I was dubious and persuaded my parents and some close relatives to move out of the village secretly. This is also my thanks Because of your grandfather, they were all spared in the end because of this."

I looked at Wang Po and said, "Grandma Wang, I want to thank you for bringing food to my grandpa. Are you the only one who believed in my grandpa?"

Wang Po waved her hand: "These things are insignificant to what your grandfather has done. On the third day after your grandfather was locked up, accidents happened one after another in the village. Sure enough, many people fell ill, and they couldn't afford it. Even if In this way, the villagers did not connect this matter with your grandfather. Until two days later, almost all the villagers fell ill. By the morning of the fifth day, Kaoshantun had undergone a huge change almost overnight , many people in the village crawled onto the street, struggling in pain, and they were covered with black spots. In broad daylight, the sky was very overcast, just like at night. Not only that, but all the flowers, plants and trees in the village withered and died , Livestock, etc. are all dying strangely, mosquitoes and flies are flying around, and the rotten smell of dead animals can be smelled everywhere."

Wang Po spoke calmly, but I was terrified when I heard it, and hurriedly asked: "This...is this a plague?"

Wang Po shook her head: "I don't know, no one knows. That scene is the same as what your grandfather told me. I guess your grandfather opened his eyes. He has seen this scene before. This is a kind of omen. So your grandfather He came here to inform us, but unfortunately no one listened to him."

"Then... the whole village is dead?"

In fact, I know that not all the people in the village will die, because at least there are still people like Shoushantun left, but I still can't help asking.Because according to Wang Po, none of the people in the village will survive, but they don't know what happened afterwards.

When Wang Po told these things, her tone and expression were always calm, which may be related to her age and experience.But when she was talking about this, she finally took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, and said: "The villagers who got sick later suffered from splitting headaches, loss of vision, and weakness in limbs. Moreover, their abdomens also began to swell later. , as big as a ball, and as small as a fruit. Their skin is gradually turning purple, and the people who get the disease first, the darker the color. When the color turns dark purple, it starts to fester. People are not dead yet, and there are a lot of maggots I started to drill back and forth in the festered skin. Back then, it was no different from hell on earth..."

Wang Po's complexion is very ugly, probably because she thought of the backing village 50 years ago, and she still has lingering fears.

She calmed down and continued: "At that time, most of the people in the village had collapsed, but the situation ranged from mild to severe. The lightest ones were the few people headed by Xu Changhe. I only found out later that it was their body Their hostility saved them. They burned, smashed and looted everywhere, and they were full of hostility. When the disaster came, they were much lighter than other people. But even so, they shouldn't last long. Just in At this time, this group of people actually came up with a way to set fire to those patients to prevent the further spread of the disaster. I still remember that night, when the Mao Moon appeared in the sky, Xu Changhe and others wore masks and gathered the villagers in the If there is an open space, people will be set on fire. Those who are sick have lost their ability to resist and can only be at the mercy of them, and a bigger man-made disaster will happen.”

I nodded: "It seems that they regarded this disaster as a plague. But this method is a bit too vicious. Grandma Wang, were you okay at that time?"

Wang Po shook her head: "Before the incident, your grandfather taught me a way to pick a lot of dew-stained willow leaves. Every two hours, I took a piece of it under my tongue. The so-called plague, I believed your grandfather's words, and I was able to survive. But this method can only prevent, but not cure."

(End of this chapter)