Chapter 861: Very quiet

Standing on Zong Yu and looking around, he was still in a relatively broad field of vision.
Can let people see the whole picture of this village at a glance.
There are about 20 households, and there are still many people.
Song Yanqing took a few glances, and suddenly locked a place: "Look at those three connected houses, are they the locations in the photo?"
Qiao Jin looked at the direction he was pointing. Indeed, there was a flat over there, and there were three houses on it, all of which were built with tiled houses. They were relatively old and the tiles were dark. From here, those houses The black is quite depressing.
It is indeed similar to the shooting location in the photo.
Qiao Jin nodded: "Let's go over and take a look."
The roads in the village are all figured out, and there are paths connecting these villagers wherever you go.
But the strange thing is that when they walked along the way, they could see a few households with smoke, but the wooden door was closed and no one came out.
Qiao Jin and Song Yanqing could feel someone in the house peeping at 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 door of the three houses, Qiao Jin whispered: "There are people in every house."
In other words, every household is inhabited by people.
There is no empty house.
It is said that a lot of people died. It is reasonable to say that funerals are going to be done if people are dead, but there is no sign of funerals in this village.
There is no trace of formation, what is the reason for all this?
Qiao Jin looked around, and they had already walked to the farmer family in the photo. The three families closed their doors. These three were different from other places, only one was smoking.
Qiao Jin walked to the house where there 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 busy cooking in the kitchen. Qiao Jin took a look. Said politely: "Is anyone there?"
The people in the room seemed a little scared, Qiao Jin could hear the sound of kitchen utensils falling to the floor.
Obviously he was frightened.
The man did not dare to say anything, Song Yanqing succeeded Qiao Jinwen and said: "Hello, we are here to visit relatives in Yuchi Village. There is no malice, but there are some questions I want to ask you."
Song Yanqing's voice was low and gentle, as if it had the power to soothe people's hearts, but it was a pity that the people inside were silent.
Until Qiao Jin and Song Yanqing heard: "Mom..."
It's called in the local dialect, but the word "mother" is too simple, and you can hear it right away.
It's the voice of a little girl.
"What are you doing, don't talk."
The woman's dialect was mixed with panic, and Qiao Jin and Song Yanqing were also a little bit troubled because they didn't understand the local dialect.
But Qiao Jin didn't make it difficult, she just drew a formation in the void, and she understood what she said just now.
"They dare not speak."
Qiao Jin retracted his eyes and whispered to Song Yanqing, "I am 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. Now I know what's wrong."
"be quiet."
He looked around, his voice was soft and illusory: "This is early in the morning. They cook but there is no sound. We didn't even hear the worms and birds."
Quiet, there is a suffocating feeling.