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

Song Yanqing looked at a few eyes and suddenly locked in a place: "do you see the three houses connected together? Are they the places in the photos?"

Joe looked in the direction he was pointing at. Indeed, there was a flat slope over there. There were three houses on it. All of them were made of tiled houses. They were old and their tiles were dark. From this point of view, those houses were quite depressing.

It\'s almost the same location as the photo.

Joe nodded today. "Let\'s go and have a look."

The roads in the village are all imaginable. Wherever you go, there are paths connecting these villagers.

However, it was strange that they could see several families smoking while the wooden door was closed and no one came out.

Both Qiao Jin and song Yanqing can feel that someone is peeping at them in the house. When their eyes turn slowly, they can\'t see anyone.

But they knew they were being watched in the house.

When he came to the three houses, Joe said in a low voice, "there are people in every house."

In other words, every household is inhabited by people.

There is no vacant house.

Many people are said to have died outside. It is reasonable to say that there will be a funeral when the dead are dead. However, there is no sign of funeral in this village.

There is no trace of array. What is the reason for all this?

Joe looked around and saw that they were in front of the farmer in the picture. The three families were all closed. The three families were different from others. Only one was smoking smoke.

Today, Joe went to the house with smoke. The house is actually very shabby. There is a door beside it. When you look inside, you can see a woman who is busy cooking in the kitchen. Qiao looked at it and politely said, "is anyone there?"

There seemed to be some fear in the room, and Joe could hear the kitchen utensils drop on the floor today.

It was obviously a shock.

The man didn\'t dare to say anything. Song Yanqing took over Qiao Jin\'s warm voice and said, "Hello, we\'re here to visit relatives in Yuchi village. There\'s no malice. We just want to ask you some questions."

Song Yanqing\'s voice is low and gentle. It seems that there is a kind of force to calm people\'s hearts. Unfortunately, the people inside are still silent.

Until Qiao Jin and song Yanqing heard a voice: "Mom..."

It\'s called in the local dialect. It\'s just that the word "mother" is too simple to hear.

It\'s a little girl\'s voice.

"What are you doing? Don\'t talk."

The woman\'s dialect is mixed with panic. This time Qiao Jin and song Yanqing are a little confused because they can\'t understand the local dialect.

But it was difficult for Qiao Jin. She just drew an array in the void, and she could understand what she had just said.

"They dare not speak."

Qiao took back his eyes and whispered to song Yanqing: "I\'m afraid to talk."

Song Yanqing\'s eyes suddenly sank, and they went to the open space beside them. Song Yanqing said to her, "I just came in and felt something was wrong. Now I know what\'s wrong."

"Quiet."

He looked around, his voice was soft and illusory: "it was early in the morning, but they cooked without a sound. We didn\'t even hear the sound of insects and birds."

Quiet, there is a suffocating feeling.