After perhaps a few dozen miles of journey, the sun reached the top of our heads. Even in the early spring, we felt warm. Only because of the gentle east wind did we not feel impetuous.

But after sitting on the horse for a long time, there was some moisture under the buttocks, which Ula Zhitao and Anla Xiaoer couldn't notice because they were both sitting on the saddle.

But Ala Yanzong was different. He was sitting on a horse, and his legs were the first to notice the fine sweat oozing out from the horse's body.

It was noon and the horses were a little tired. The three of them planned to let the horses eat some tender grass and the people some dry food.

Although this is a plain, there are also ditches or gentle slopes on both sides of the road.

The grass on the gentle slope in front was thicker, so they drove the horses there. The three of them got off the horses, took off their saddles, picked out their chews, drank water in the ditch, and then tied them to a few thorn bushes. Horses carry grass in their mouths.

I took out the dry food brought from Andy Xing'er's house, took some for each person, and sat on the slope while watching the horses and eating.

When he choked after eating, he took the water bag and drank some water so that he could swallow the dry food.

Waiter Allah said that there was not much water in his water bag, so he got up and went to the ditch to fill some water.

Perhaps he wanted to find an easy place to stay by the water's edge, so he walked forward for more than ten meters. Just as he was about to squat down to fill the water, he suddenly screamed and stood up again.

When the two Alayanzong people heard the exclamation, they quickly looked in this direction, and then heard the waiter Allah shout: "There are people here! There are dead people!"

Ala Yanzong and Wula Zhitao ran over in a hurry.

I saw a person stuck head down in the ditch, motionless. His clothes were old and tattered, and his dirty shoes were worn through, exposing the soles of his feet and toes. It could be seen from the exposed ankles that his body was swollen. The corpse reeked of stench.

When Wula Zhitao saw it, she suddenly felt nauseous. She vomited a big mouthful of the dry food she had just eaten, and tears flowed out. She quickly covered her mouth and nose with her hands and turned away, not wanting to look at it again.

Ala Yanzong patted her shoulder, "You'd better stay away from here!"

Wula Zhitao walked more than ten meters up the slope, sat on a rock, took out a water bag and drank some water to calm herself down, but still looked here with lingering fear.

"what to do?"

Although Waiter Allah was a little disgusted, he still held back and asked Ala Yanzong at a loss.

Ala Yanzong looked at the corpse, took a deep breath, and said: "It seems that this person was going to the ditch to drink water, but unexpectedly he fell into the water and could not get up again. This shows that this person is weak. .Looking at his clothes, he looks more like a refugee who has been traveling for a long time. In all likelihood, he has contracted the plague."

Allah's waiter was a little worried and asked: "If he got the plague, wouldn't it pollute the water canal? Then our horses..."

Alayanzong looked at both ends of the ditch and said, "Fortunately, this is the downstream. The two horses drank water just upstream."

"Ouch! That's really lucky. It would have been terrible if the horse got the plague." Waiter Anla was a little scared.

Ala Yanzong looked at the corpse and said: "It is best to bring him up, cremate him and bury him, so as not to continue to pollute the water source. If other people passing by drink the water, the consequences will be disastrous."

After hearing this, Allah's waiter knelt down to pull up the corpse.

Ala Yanzong quickly stopped him, "We can't have direct contact. We have to find other ways."

"Other way? We don't have a hook to scratch the hook, how can we get it up?" Waiter Allah looked around and suddenly shouted: "Yes! Wait for me!"

I saw him running up the slope, where there was a small forest. He took out his kitchen knife, clicked it a few times, cut off a branch and ran over. The branch he cut left a barb.

Ala Yanzong praised: "You are very capable." He quickly took the branch, put the barb on the belt of the corpse, and pulled the corpse to the shore with all his strength.

The corpse's face was even more swollen, and the nose and eyes could no longer be distinguished at all.

Ala Yanzong did not dare to look at this disgusting and terrifying scene. He just kept asking Ala Yanzong what to do next.

"You also go to the woods and cut down some dead branches. I'll dig a shallow pit here and put the body in the pit to burn it to avoid contaminating the soil again."

After hearing this, Allah's waiter hurried to the grove again to cut firewood.

Ula Zhitao also stood up and went to the woods to help Allah's boy.

Ala Yanzong took out his dagger and stood one meter away from the corpse to loosen the soil on the ground. He then used his hands to dig up the loose soil and see if it could fit the corpse.

At this time, Wula Zhitao came over with a bundle of dry firewood, put down the branches from a distance, and returned to the grove.

Alayanzong hooked the body with a wooden hook from a branch and pulled it into the pit. Then he took dry firewood and covered it with the corpse, and then went to help Alayan's waiter chop wood.

After enough firewood was covered on the body, Alayanzong took out the fire sickle and ignited the firewood.

The fire was very small at first, with only a faint flame. As the breeze blew, it gradually grew stronger, and the crackling sound was heartbreaking.

This wilderness where ghosts and ghosts are buried always feels a bit miserable. This damn plague has taken so many lives and forced so many people to run away from home and flee in all directions!

Not only are they displaced and don’t have enough to eat, but their lives are also precarious, and they can’t even find peace in their graves. How can that lonely soul rest in peace?

Alayanzong looked at the firewood that was burning more and more prosperously, with infinite emotion in his heart. This plague was a devastating disaster for the people, and even a heavy blow to the country.

There was a strong burning smell in the air. Ula Zhitao couldn't stand the smell, so she kept hiding on the slope and watched from a distance. With her beautiful eyebrows furrowed, she thought of her mother, who was left alone in the cave.

If you have no company, wouldn’t you be lonely?

The fire was finally extinguished and the body was already charred. Although it was not turned into ashes, the pollution was reduced.

Alayanzong held the earth in his hands and threw it to the corpse.

Allah's waiter used his right hand to grab the dirt and move it towards the scorched corpse.

The loess finally covered the body.

The two of them washed their hands upstream, and the waiter had no intention of filling the water bag with water anymore.

At this time, the two horses were almost full, and the three of them got on their horses and continued northbound.

To the surprise of the three people, they saw several more corpses on the road, all of which were exposed in the wilderness. They were unable to burn and bury them one by one, so they had to continue on their way with a heavy heart.

Along the way, Wula Zhitao never said a word to Alayanzong. She just sat silently on the horse and let the horse move forward.

Although the grass on both sides of the road was green, the fields were mostly covered with patches of white land. It should be the spring plowing season, but they did not find any land started to be cultivated.

The plague is all over the world!

Desolation rules the world!

The sun has turned westward, a ray of sunset hangs in the sky, and a few white clouds in the sky are dyed dark red. The temperature has also become cooler, and Wula Zhitao can't help but shiver.

Ala Yanzong hugged her tighter and pointed forward, "There seems to be a village. Let's stay there tonight."
Chapter completed!