darknovel Chapter 132: Millions of Starving Ghosts
Chapter 132: Millions of Starving Ghosts
Tianfu City, on the outskirts of the city, the cracks in the courtyard of the mansion are getting bigger and bigger.
The surrounding land for several miles is already covered with red frost.
Fortunately, it is far enough away from the urban area, otherwise, it would have attracted a crowd of citizens to watch.
And in the cracked gap.
At this moment, there was finally, like a withered hand, poking out from the crack.
That was the first soul to climb out, the first ghost to climb out, who was suppressed in this big underground.
The palm that was only pressing on the ground was exerting a little force at this moment.
A withered figure emerged from the crack in an instant.
Only then did Lin Yan and the others see the look of that savage ghost.
The first Specter to emerge from the crack was not Chihun, nor Zhu Yuanzhang, and he was a scholar who was secretly known at the beginning.
That devil, with a thin body.
He was wearing a tattered single shirt, but the single shirt should have been a cotton coat, because it seemed that the cotton fell out of the tattered hole.
That devil is too skinny.
He was so thin that he could see his ribs through the single coat.
With his deeply sunken eyes, he looked around, and finally landed on Zhang Xinyi.
After that, he did not hesitate at all, and rushed towards Zhang Xinyi.
Lin Yan's expression changed.
And he didn't wait for him to do it.
The old man with a long face and high cheekbones raised his hand and grabbed the stern face. Press him hard.
A hoarse voice came from the throat of the ghost.
"hungry!!!
"Big... uncle, let's stutter.
"To... a bite... to be a cow and a horse..."
The old man holding the ghost's head had a complicated expression.
"It turns out... it's a starving ghost!
At this moment, Zhu Chongba slowly turned his head and looked at Lin Yan and Zhang Xinyi.
"I forgot to tell you that half of the undead of ordinary people in this pit are victims of the famine eighty years ago."
"That year's severe drought in the Central Plains... In addition to the war, the summer, there were millions of victims..."
"The disaster, from Luojing in the west, Liaocheng in the north, Zhouyang in the south, and Shangqian in the east, were all within the scope of the severe drought that year. Ten years are a history of refugees, the next sixty years are a history of poverty, and the next hundred years are a history of injustice.
"The duration of the drought is three or five years. But it is not only three or five years. Millions of people are fleeing. They have fled to Western Henan, Jiangnan, and Liaodong. For a meal, they go to work as laborers for those Japanese slaves. .
"Looking at the whole country, the place where people eat each other... is far more than the Central Plains. Yuzhou, southern Hunan, Tianfu... are all refugees!"
"You know why!"
"Because of those Japanese slaves, millions of people died in Daxia... The resentment of millions of dead souls could not be quelled, so natural disasters were triggered, and natural disasters brought more resentful souls, and so on and so forth. Finish.
"They fled hungry. Once the large army of refugees was discovered by the Japanese slave plane, they were greeted by another round of death..."
"And the refugees in the occupied areas were even more exaggerated. At that time, Daxia was basically a pot of porridge, with refugees everywhere, wars everywhere, and disasters everywhere."
"From the naval battle to the end of the Qing Dynasty, tens of millions of Daxia died. From the so-called New Daxia to the bullshit golden twenty years, tens of millions died, and then to the end of the struggle, tens of millions died...
"The more dead people, the more natural disasters, the more natural disasters, the more people die..."
"What about me, I don't want them to go home!!!"
Zhu Chongba raised his head at this moment and looked at Lin Yan.
It seems that after watching this ghost, after wantonly tearing the seal of this mansion, is there really a way to let these millions of resentful souls rest in peace?
Lin Yan was a little terrified unconsciously.
There are tens of millions of such resentful ghosts?
That Specter...is the appearance of ordinary people in Daxia back then???
Zhu Yuanzhang smiled complicatedly at this moment.
He let go of the hand that was holding the starving ghost, and the starving ghost immediately jumped aside after being released.
His sanity was still unclear.
But instinct let him know that Lin Yan and the others are not easy to mess with.
But he quickly jumped to the side and ate the trees there.
He is a soul and a ghost.
It can't have a direct impact on the things in the yang world, but now it is night, and the yin is heavy.
The place where the tree devoured by the starving ghost was actually rotten to the naked eye... He was gnawing at the bark of the tree.
Zhu Yuanzhang lowered his head halfway at this moment.
"Thousands of mansions, no more than six feet of sleep at night; no more than three meals a day...々"..."
"Where three meals are needed, sometimes, one bite of food can make people lose all their dignity."
Then, Zhu Yuanzhang looked back at Lin Yan.
"Ghost mess, this is Daxia...the two hundred years of suffering, what it really looks like.
"Who will be responsible for Daxia's two hundred years of suffering?"9
At the same time, more palms came out from the crack.
They looked grim.
One by one, they were all starving ghosts.
Hundreds, thousands, more and more.
Their expressions were ferocious, different from the ghosts in Jinling.
They have absolutely no sense at all.
"Hungry! So hungry!"
"Eat, let's stutter.
"Whoever gives me a bite to eat, I will give you everything, wife, children..."
"My child is just three years old, and I can't bear... Do you want me to give you my child to eat, and you let me eat your child.
At this moment, Zhang Xinyi instinctively took a step back.
How did that happen!
How could such a scene be.
Hungry ghost!?
Great summer less than a hundred years ago.
There are so many people... who died of starvation.
This kind of thing is not a legend.
Eat well.
It was such a happy thing.
The person who made the more than one billion people in Daxia eat well, it turned out to be really amazing.
But what about these starving ghosts in front of them?
They are all their own countrymen.
At this moment, countless ordinary people in Daxia looked at the TV with indescribable horror.
This scene is too shocking.
The degree of shock was even comparable to the red souls they saw in the Heeluo River for the first time at that time.
The only difference is that the crimson soul dragging Luojiang makes their hearts tremble.
And this one after another, the starving ghosts pouring out from the cracks in the ground, makes people want to cry sadly.
Especially some elderly people.
The old people in Daxia now, more or less, still have some memories of the suffering of Daxia in those days.
Even without personal experience.
Their parents must have told them too.
No matter how old the old people are, many have also experienced that terrible famine.
Inside Tianfu Teahouse...
The group of old people gathered did not speak at the moment.
Among them, some have personally experienced the darkest and darkest years.
Someone on the front line went into battle to kill the enemy, and the strong man never returned.
But later, how many people of Limin were displaced, and they changed their sons to eat.
The proprietress of Tianfu Teahouse watched TV in disbelief.
She watched the skeleton-like starvation ghosts on the TV, and felt her scalp tingle.
"This...is this true!
And right now.
An old voice came faintly.
"it is true!"
That was the oldest customer of Tianfu Teahouse.
An old man in his nineties.
But the old man's body is very tough, and his family is assured that he will come out alone.
The old man, watching the TV at the moment, couldn't hold back the tears.
"Back then, my home was from the Central Plains, down south, and ran all the way here!"
"Our family has been a landlord for four generations, and the family has a group of mules and horses. However, after three consecutive generations of single pass, when my generation finally had more children, it caught up with the great famine, and the whole family quickly declined!
"My four sisters, except the eldest who was married before the famine, the other three were sold to remote places, the second sister is in Chang'an, the younger sister is in Liyang, and the other is unknown.
"In our family, my father took the whole family out to beg for food, as far away as Chang'an and as close as Liyang. When I went to a place and found that the local life was good, I found someone there to sell my daughter and give me some money and food... The little girl was 12 when she sold it!
"It wasn't until more than ten years later that she came back for the first time. Before that, she sent a lot of letters and tried the addresses one by one, and finally got in touch. When she came back, she sewed up the legs of her trousers and filled them with grain. , all she remembered was when the family was starving. 99
"Selling a daughter sounds like a bad thing, but under the circumstances at the time, if you don't sell it, you starve to death, it's true starvation. The son is not reluctant to sell, but can't sell it, so most boys starve to death, and women starve to death. The children are half sold and half married."
"At that time, one of our neighbors had five children. At that time, the whole family couldn't eat. The man was the pillar of the family. He said that he ate too much and starved to death. himself, but his wife and children also died of starvation, and in the end the man secretly locked himself up and starved to death."
"In another neighbor's house, the man went out to find food. When he came back, he ate the food first, and gave the rest to his wife and children. In the end, all the children starved to death."
"A lot of people who went out to escape the desert died on the way. Those who didn't go out were the children at home. The adults went out to find food. The adults died outside, and the children couldn't survive!
"When people are hungry to the limit, they eat everything. When they go out to beg for food, people don't give them food, so they start to eat indiscriminately. Soil, cotton wool, tree bark, and tattered cotton cloth are all dead anyway, so fill your stomach with something first.
"There are other people who choose a child to starve to death if they really don't have enough to eat. The streets are full of children who starved to death..."
At this moment, everyone in the teahouse was terrified.
In fact, most of the guests who came to the teahouse at this point were in their sixties.
After retirement, I was bored at home and didn't fit in, so I came to the teahouse.
When they were young, they all went through hard times, famines and difficult times, but they were far less scary than what the old man mentioned...
This is the big summer of a hundred years ago!!!!
on TV.
From the cracks, the starving ghosts crawling out are already densely packed.
Many of them are even children.
These starving ghosts are all dark gray...
It almost blends in with the night.
They spread rapidly around.
Once run into the city, the consequences are unimaginable.
The emperor of the Zhu family did not stop him, but just looked at Lin Yan silently.
Zhu Yuanzhang lowered his eyebrows and tilted his head slightly.
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"I, ask you one last time...
"Do you still have to bear the suffering of Daxia for two hundred years? Can you bear it?"
Lin Yan's expression was extremely struggling.
He clenched his fists.
Now you can open the gates of the underworld by yourself.
After that, let the red souls who dragged Luojiang help and drag these starving ghosts into the underworld.
But in those days, they were starved to death, their resentment could not be eliminated... Even because of starvation, they did not meet the regulations of vain death, and they might not be able to enter the city of vain death.
They who went to the underworld and could not rest in peace, do they really need to go to the underworld?
And just when Lin Yan was struggling.
In the crack that was torn apart, there was a soul flashing blue-violet light, and suddenly spoke loudly.
"Ladies and gentlemen, fellow villagers!!!
"Hear me out!!!"
"Whoever of you came back first, the piece of candy in my hand belongs to whom... It seems to be a piece of foreign candy, called...chocolate!!!"
All the starving ghosts who crawled out like locusts, gnawing on grass and trees, were all stunned.
Tens of thousands of starving ghosts turned their heads.
A pair of pupils are all scattered with green light.
A starving ghost who looked like a child was the first to run to the feet of that blue-purple soul.
The blue-purple ghost smiled.
Hand the candy in your hand to the child.
The solid chocolate, together with the candy wrappers, were swallowed by the starved child.
A starving ghost is a soul body.
However, after the piece of chocolate fell to the ground, most of it disappeared.
The child was stunned for a moment, then quickly grabbed the chocolate and swallowed it again.
The rest of the starving ghosts turned their heads in an instant and moved closer to the blue-purple ghost.
And Lin Yan, at this moment, finally saw the appearance of that blue-purple ghost.
It was a young man in a long gown.
His gown was still stained with blood, and it looked like he had been beaten to death.
On his face, there was a bookishness and vigor.
At this moment, the scholar turned his head and smiled at Lin Yan and Zhang Xinyi.
"Thank you for the sugar."
Zhang Xinyi was stunned for a moment, and then she remembered that in her backpack, she had prepared chocolates to prevent herself from getting too hungry.
And just now because of the fight between the two emperors and the rush of a starving ghost, a few pieces of chocolate were accidentally dropped on the ground.
Lin Yan stared blankly at the scholar.
"..."
And at this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang spoke angrily.
"Thank you!! 99
"In the so-called golden age of Daxia, he was handing out leaflets on the streets, he was caught, his knees were shaved, and he was almost beaten to death!
"It's him, when Lao Tzu was playing mahjong, he asked me...Is it more important than your mahjong games when my compatriots outside have been humiliated?
Xie Yingzhi smiled.
"I didn't know you were the legendary Zhu Yuanzhang at the time! I haven't had time to say it, thank you at the end..."
Zhu Yuanzhang sneered.
"Thank you, in the end, aren't you still dead?"
Xie Yingzhi shook his head.
"It's not the same... Because of you, in the end, it is a smiling Jiuquan... The so-called golden age can't save the big summer! The big summer of that year has never been in the real golden age..."
"We want Daxia not to perish, to make Daxia strong and prosperous, so that people will no longer be displaced, so that the people of Daxia can live a prosperous and happy life, so that the poor will no longer be bullied, and everyone can be the master of the house. Everyone is educated, little is taught, and labor is dependent...
"For this reason, we can die. I only hope that one day they can eat well."