AWB Chapter 799
Chapter 799
"But in the end, his entire army was wiped out, and he was the only one who escaped. Unfortunately, he had gone mad, filled with nothing but hatred, and ultimately chose to commit suicide."
"Oh!" Ling Yanyan nodded slightly to indicate that he understood, and then said to the old hunter, "Uncle, my name is Ling Yanyan. May I ask if I can use your house here to take shelter from the wind and rain for a while?"
The old hunter waved his hand.
“Since you were able to come out of that cave unharmed, you must be able to protect yourself. Even if you stay here, who would dare to bully you? Besides, the villagers’ food reserves are almost exhausted these days, and we need to go and pick some wild vegetables later. In that case, let’s go together.”
Ling Yanyan quickly clasped his hands in thanks, then followed the villagers back to the village. He was immediately stunned by the scene before him upon entering the village.
The once ordinary village is now a pitiful sight, with the muddy ground riddled with holes and littered with bones, flesh, and limbs.
Ling Yanyan was extremely shocked. Although he had expected it, seeing this scene with his own eyes still frightened him.
A gust of cold wind blew by, carrying with it a putrid and disgusting stench that made people nauseous.
The villagers covered their noses and hurried away, afraid of being contaminated by the disgusting smell. Ling Yanyan's condition wasn't quite as bad, but it was close.
He immediately covered his mouth and nose with his hands and quickly ran into the house to hide.
Ling Yanyan hid until dusk when the villagers gradually returned. He secretly observed the movements outside from inside the house until the sun set and night fell before they all went home.
Ling Yanyan then dared to come out of the house. He looked around and found that the place had changed a lot.
He discovered that a stone altar had been built at the entrance of the village.
Furthermore, a huge rock was supported by a wooden frame, with the words "Heroes' Shrine" written on it.
Ling Yanyan frowned and murmured, "Heroes' Shrine... Heroes' Tomb..."
He had a strange feeling in his heart, as if something was being obscured.
He stopped dwelling on the matter and went into the ancestral hall.
The ancestral hall was small, only large enough for five or six people to stand in, and seemed quite empty. Ling Yanyan looked at the furnishings and found that apart from a statue of a deity, there were no other items.
He scanned the area but found nothing noteworthy. He then went to the backyard of the ancestral hall, where various herbs and vegetables were grown.
"This shouldn't be a tomb."
Ling Yanyan thought to himself, this place is far from a tomb. If there really were a tomb, it wouldn't just be planting such a few things.
Ling Yanyan continued walking forward, passing through a vegetable field, and came to a grave. The doors and windows of the grave were nailed shut. Ling Yanyan looked up and saw that the stone tablet read: "The Grave of My Son Yang Lin."
“Yang Lin?” Ling Yanyan murmured. “This must be the grandson-in-law that Old Man Yang mentioned.” He then looked away and continued walking forward.
Ling Yanyan walked through a bamboo forest, around a thatched hut, and then came to a dilapidated house.
At this moment, the area outside the house was crowded with villagers, who rushed in one after another, pushing open the door and rushing inside, as if they were fighting for some precious item.
Ling Yanyan followed the crowd into the house, and his face turned green upon seeing what was inside. The room was filled with all sorts of bottles and jars, as well as clothes and shoes, some of which even emitted a pungent smell of blood.
It seems that those villagers, for the sake of these valuables, disregarded the corpses of their relatives and ransacked the place!
"Damn it, these beasts!" Ling Yanyan cursed angrily.
Just then, a villager suddenly pointed to a corner and exclaimed, "Look over there, there's a dog! Hey! It really is a dog!"
Following the man's gaze, everyone indeed saw a dying mongrel lying at the base of the wall.
The stray dog was covered in wounds and on the verge of death, yet it stubbornly refused to fall, which was heartbreaking to see.