Chapter 861 Very Quiet

Chapter 861 Very Quiet

Standing at Zong Yu's side and looking around, he still has a relatively wide field of vision.

It allows people to see the whole picture of the village at a glance.

There are about 20 families, and there are quite a few people.

Song Yanqing took a few glances, and suddenly locked on to a place: "Look at the three connected houses, is it the place in the photo?"

Qiao Jin looked in the direction he pointed. Indeed, there was a flat slope over there, and there were three houses on it, all of which were built with tile-roofed houses. Black is quite depressing.

It's exactly the same as the place where the photo was taken.

Qiao Jin nodded: "Let's go and have a look."

The roads in the village are all connected, and there are small roads connecting these villagers wherever you go.

But the strange thing is that when they walked all the way, they could see several houses emitting smoke, but the wooden doors were closed tightly, and no one came out.

Both Qiao Jin and Song Yanqing could feel that someone in the house was watching them, and when they slowly turned their eyes, they couldn't see anyone.

But they knew that someone in the house was watching them.

When he walked to the front of the three houses, Qiao Jin said in a low voice, "There are people in every house."

In other words, each household is populated by people.

There are no empty houses.

It is said that many people have died, and it stands to reason that funerals should be held after the dead, but there is no sign of funerals in this village at all.

There is no trace of the formation, what is the reason for all this?

Qiao Jin looked around, and they had already walked in front of the farmers in the photo. The doors of the three families were all closed. These three families were different from other places, only one was smoking.

Qiao Jin walked to the house that was smoking. The house was actually very dilapidated. There was a door next to it. Looking inside the dilapidated wooden door, you could see a woman who was busy cooking in the kitchen. Qiao Jin took a look. He said politely, "Is anyone there?"

The people in the room seemed a little scared, and Qiao Jin could hear the sound of kitchen utensils falling to the ground.

Obviously frightened.

The man didn't dare to say anything, Song Yanqing replaced Qiao Jin and said softly: "Hello, we are here to visit relatives in Yuchi Village, there is no malicious intention, but I just want to ask you some questions."

Song Yanqing's voice was deep and gentle, as if it had the power to comfort people's hearts, but it's a pity that the people inside just kept silent.

Until Qiao Jin and Song Yanqing heard: "Mom..."

It's called in the local dialect, but the word mother is too simple, so you can hear it right away.

It was a little girl's voice.

"What are you doing, don't talk."

The woman's dialect was mixed with panic, Qiao Jin and Song Yanqing were in a bit of trouble now because they couldn't understand the local dialect.

But Qiao Jin couldn't be bothered, she just drew a formation in the void, so she could understand what she said just now.

"They dare not speak."

Qiao Jin withdrew his gaze, and whispered to Song Yanqing, "I'm afraid to speak."

Song Yanqing's eyes suddenly sank, and the two walked to the open space next to her. Song Yanqing said to her, "I felt something was wrong when I came in just now, and now I know what's wrong."

"Quiet."

He looked around, and his voice was soft and illusory: "It's early in the morning, but they didn't make any sound while they were cooking, and we didn't even hear insects and birds."

Quiet, with a suffocating feeling.