Chapter 53 Children
Chapter 53 Children

Slanted eyes, crooked mouths and unbalanced facial features make these taciturn, dark and thin villagers look very strange.

But the strangest thing is that there is not a single female villager among these people.

Except for the village chief's granddaughter, everyone who showed up now was male.

The villagers carefully turned Cheng Zhipeng's head back, closed his eyes, and placed him on a wooden board.

Tian Dawei clamored to leave and call the police, He Miao trembled while holding the dog, Chen Qingshan kept sighing, Sun Liang frowned and said nothing, Tong Li cried bitterly, but Cheng Zhipeng, who was already dead, lay there quite peacefully.

The old village chief looked at Cheng Zhipeng's body with a complicated expression, then turned and went into the house.

Li Mu glanced at the old village chief, then turned back, nodded to Bai Yanliang and the others, and followed them in.

It seems... he is planning to personally approach the old village chief who has the biggest problems.

"We'll meet at noon, everyone be careful." After saying this, Yu Hanzhou turned and walked in another direction, and Su Qian hurriedly followed.

Seeing this, Huang Yourong turned around and left without saying a word.

Lin Yan nodded kindly to Bai Yanliang and Yu Sheng and said, "Be careful. Don't explore too much during the survival mission. The best way is to wait carefully for the time to end."

Yu Sheng expressed his gratitude for Lin Yan's kindness, but Bai Yanliang seemed to be distracted and did not respond to Lin Yan's words.

After a while, Wu Ji and his companions had all left.

They are not criminal police and have no interest in Cheng Zhipeng's death.

Perhaps only Tian Dawei still felt that someone had killed Cheng Zhipeng. The others had more or less noticed that something was wrong. Although Cheng Zhipeng was honest and decent in character, he was physically strong and was an absolute strong man.

How could someone kill someone instantly without causing any external injuries?

The answer is obvious.

"Miss, do you have any problem with your legs and feet?"

Bai Yanliang came back to his senses and looked up. The person who spoke was actually the village chief's granddaughter.

Her eyes did not look at Bai Yanliang, but looked at Yu Sheng on Bai Yanliang's back with a little sympathy.

"If you don't mind, I have a wheelchair that I can lend to you temporarily."

Both Bai Yanliang and Yu Sheng were a little surprised when they heard this.

The word wheelchair... always sounds a bit strange when heard in a remote mountain village.

"Thank you so much." Although he was confused, Bai Yanliang smiled brightly.

The village chief's granddaughter nodded slightly and turned to leave.

Bai Yanliang carried Yu Sheng on his back and waited quietly there.

He didn't say anything, and Yu Sheng didn't say anything either.

After a while, she pushed out a wheelchair, looked at Yu Sheng, and said:
"My mother's legs and feet are also inconvenient. This is what she used to do. Now she is dead... Please don't mind."

Yu Sheng shook his head repeatedly and thanked him, "No, thank you... By the way, I don't know... What's your name?"

"I...just call me Lu Bingyan." She didn't seem to want to talk more. After saying her name, she turned and left.

Bai Yanliang put Yu Sheng on the wheelchair and looked at Lu Bingyan's back, seeming to be thinking about something.

"What are your plans?"

Taking his gaze away, Bai Yanliang asked Yu Sheng.

Yu Sheng was stunned for a moment, then he touched the rather old wheelchair and said, "Go ahead, I can do it."

Bai Yanliang nodded and left without looking back.

Yu Sheng suddenly smiled, a smile that was faint but very genuine.

She turned her wheelchair and went in the direction where Lu Bingyan left.

……

Bai Yanliang stood in the village and looked around. The shape of the mountains in Jixue Village was very different from that in Yecheng.

The mountains in Yecheng are like bulging steamed buns, while the mountains in Jixue Village are like upright saw teeth. The heavy mountains, as sharp as a knife, are more severe and indifferent.

However, the vegetation in this area is not sparse. Located in the south, it rarely snows. The origin of the name of this Snow Village is obviously another story.

After coming down a slope, Bai Yanliang walked to the village entrance again.

Now that the sky is getting brighter, the shape of the village can be seen more clearly.

Except for the village chief's house, the houses in the village are basically made up of adobe houses with walls made of yellow mud and roofs covered with black tiles. They are short and simple.

Some houses are only covered with thick straw, which is tied tightly and laid out layer by layer, with a few cold stones pressed on top.

Bai Yanliang's movements were soon heard by others.

Three dark-skinned village boys raised their heads and looked him up and down.

According to the old village chief, no outsiders have come to Jixue Village for a long time.

Bai Yanliang glanced at the three children and waved to them.

Driven by curiosity, one of the taller and older village children walked towards him, followed by the other two.

When they got closer, Bai Yanliang smelled a faint stench on them, which was the smell of sweat and stains mixed together that had not been cleaned for a long time.

Their clothes and trousers were covered in mud from top to bottom, and the original color of these tattered clothes could no longer be seen.

Moreover, it seems that they wear them regardless of the season. Perhaps they only have one set of clothes, and after putting them on, they naturally do not intend to take them off and wash them.

"Tell me, brother, what are those?"

Bai Yanliang squatted down and smiled at them gently.

What he was talking about were the iron cages covered with black cloth at the doors of every household.

The three children looked at each other and suddenly grinned.

Bai Yanliang's eyes turned cold and he quickly stood up and backed away.

Just where he had just squatted, the thin, dark little boy swung his sickle.

Seeing that Bai Yanliang dodged his sickle, he looked at him with shining eyes.

Bai Yanliang also looked at them quietly.

Their eyes are all bright, but not in an innocent way.

No... maybe that's also a kind of innocence.

It’s just that what they have is not pure kindness, but... pure evil.

"Clothes...stuff."

The slightly taller kid in the lead pointed at Bai Yanliang in a childish voice.

They didn't seem to talk very often, and when they did, their tone was odd.

Bai Yanliang shook his head and ignored him.

Seeing this, the child who had just swung the sickle swung again.

Bai Yanliang raised his foot, and arrived first, kicking him in the face with a whip-like kick.

He had absolutely no idea of ​​bullying the weak, and with this kick, the skinny and dark kid's teeth flew out, and he fell to the ground, rolling and fainting.

Bai Yanliang's behavior seemed to finally make them feel that this person was not someone to be trifled with.

The two children didn't shout or cry, but ran away quickly dragging the fainted child.

Bai Yanliang moved his ankle and frowned slightly.

What kind of growing environment would make a child develop the habit of grabbing things they like?
Could it be that... the people in this village are all bandits?
Bai Yanliang touched his chin. It was not impossible...

(End of this chapter)