Chapter 478: Mass grave

On a dark and windy night this month, the two thin figures left the county guard house quietly.
An Rushuang turned his head and asked, "Where are we going now?"
The old man picked up the cigarette bag around his waist and tapped twice, and two white breaths came out of his nose. Then he shook his head and said mysteriously: "Go to the place where the most people die."
The night was deep, and he specifically suppressed his voice, which sounded very permeating.
But An Rushuang, a woman, nodded extremely calmly, and calmly analyzed: "In this Mobei, the place where the most dead people should be is the mass grave on the back of Beiwang Mountain."
She worked as a doctor here, and she was used to seeing people dead in front of Beiwang Mountain.
As more and more people are waiting to die, no one has the time to bury them, and the dead are simply thrown there, letting vultures gnaw on them.
Later, Meng Li saw it once, and set a rule among the soldiers. Every three days, a pair of soldiers would go to the back of Beiwang Mountain to bury the corpse.
It has been half a year now.
As for the back mountain of the North Looking Mountain, no one went to the back except for the corpse.
The old man showed a look of surprise, and he ran out in a hurry, don't you know where in Mobei where the most dead people are?
To say this is to scare the girl who just refused to give him a step.
But I don't want to, this girl is actually not afraid at all.
His heart gradually became interested, but he didn't show it on his face, just said: "Then go."
An Rushuang also nodded, and the two headed towards Beiwang Mountain.
Silent all the way.
When arriving at Beiwang Mountain, An Rushuang listened to the sound of clappers, and the guards shouted.
Knowing in my heart, it has already passed the second watch.
At this time, Beiwang Mountain was quiet, and it didn't look like the bustle of the day. Everyone was asleep, and no matter how much suffering, in dreams, they were all happy.
Beiwang Mountain also looked like a sleeping beast, without a trace of movement.
The two stopped at the same place where everyone had been in the daytime, and looked down at the ground.
It was a dark night, and I couldn't see anything on the ground, but I just looked at the empty ground.
An Rushuang's heart trembled involuntarily.
She said nothing would make Meng Li look like this!
Thinking like this, she exhaled in a deep breath, and stretched out her finger to a side road. The road was full of thorns, but the person carrying the corpse stepped on a side road. It was narrow and narrow, but it could also be pedestrian.
"This is the way to the back mountain, let's go."
The old man raised his head and looked at the path, a look of disgust appeared on his face, but he could only say, "Let's go!"
The two walked on the road one after the other, listening to the wind blowing and rustling, as if someone were whispering.
It took only a quarter of an hour from the front mountain to the back mountain, but the two of them walked through the thorny bushes for half an hour before they saw a crooked tree trunk standing underneath.
Why is it a tree trunk? Because most of the people killed here were refugees, no one could buy any tombstones, so they found a piece of wood and inserted it directly into the grave.
What's more, just throw it here, don't say anything is done, or even too lazy to bury it.
The two looked into this mountain col, and saw three or four people lying scattered on the ground, and the old morrows were standing on the wooden trunk beside them, they flapped their wings and looked at the two sudden intruders with vigilant eyes.
The old man said solemnly behind him: "Don't look at their eyes. This thing is very spiritual. If you look at their eyes, you will be considered an attack."
An Rushuang nodded heavily, nodded slightly, and looked at the ground with bright eyes.
"What shall we do next?"
The old man said: "First, split up, you go there, I go there, and see if the corpse is fresh."
An Rushuang frowned upon hearing this task, but still clenched his fist and nodded, and said, "Okay."
After speaking, she turned around and walked aside cleanly.
The old man looked at An Rushuang in amazement. If this girl wasn't for such a noble fate, she could be his disciple.
Otherwise, as a girl, this picture is really a pity.
It was the first time that he saw a girl rushing into a mass grave in the middle of the night, still not pale and heartbeat, those guys on weekdays do not have such guts.
Thinking like this, seeing that An Rushuang was already short to examine the first corpse he encountered, the old man turned around with great interest and walked towards the corpse ahead.
He said that An Rushuang lowered himself to look at the corpse, but under this view, he just vomited out.
Now that the weather is hot, this person's face has been born with flies, his body has rotted a bit, one leg is gone, and his body is scattered and horrible.
Thinking about the three-day landfill, An Rushuang frowned. The corpse in front of him was definitely more than three days old.
Could it be dug out by wild dogs?
She sighed in her heart, and chanted a Buddha's name with her hands together, hoping that he would never live this life again in the next life.
Her legs were slightly weak, and then she walked forward...
After waiting to turn around the entire mass grave, An Rushuang turned back and saw that the old man was already looking heavy, waiting there.
An Rushuang looked at him and said solemnly: "There are five corpses in my place. Only one died within two days. The others seemed to have been dragged out by wild dogs."
Thinking of the appearance of the few corpses that had been pulled out, An Rushuang's heart churned and vomited, very uncomfortable.
The old man's complexion darkened a bit, and after a while, he said in a deep voice, "On my side... at least seven or eight corpses have been pulled out, but I'm sure it must not be a wild dog! There are no fresh corpses. ."
Although he has been in Yizhuang all the year round, he can hardly accept this kind of scene.
"Moreover, the fresh corpse you saw over there should be today."
With that said, he patted An Rushuang on the shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Come on, let's go over and take a look."
Although An Rushuang didn't know what medicine he was selling, he had already arrived here, let's see what he was going to do.
Thinking like this, she led the way, and strode there.
But when Fang walked halfway, An Rushuang heard a voice.
The old man apparently heard this voice, and he grabbed An Rushuang and pulled her directly behind the towering stone platform.
The two dared not move behind the stone platform.
The person's voice was cut off. It was estimated that he was checking whether anyone was nearby. After a while, the voice rang again.
"I said, I can't do anything to him."
His voice is not irritable, but extremely dull.
An Rushuang looked at each other with the old man, and had a keen interest in the ‘him’ that the population was talking about.
When Meng Lifang was assassinated, this person said something like this. Is there any connection in this?
Thinking of this, An Rushuang quietly peeked out and looked there.
In the dark night, the man was standing next to the ‘fresh corpse’ she had just seen. With his back facing An Rushuang, he looked extremely tall, and he should be a man.
Opposite him, there was a delicate and pretty woman, dressed in white, she looked like a ghost in this dark night, extremely permeating.
And she, standing beside the corpse, with a sweet smile on her face, as if she didn't have the slightest fear.
But what shocked An Rushuang most was the appearance of this woman.
She recognizes her.
Moreover, I have seen her more than once.
This woman is Meng Li's cousin, Lu Wanqing, a weak looking young woman.
But why is she here, and who is the person opposite her?
An Rushuang's heart tightened, thinking of a possibility, could not help clenching his fists.
Lu Wanqing looked up at the person opposite, with a look of reverence on her face, and with a slight smile, she tugged at that person's sleeve and said coquettishly: "I want to help you too..."
"No need."
The man muttered, "I and him, there will always be a real duel, not like it is now."