These words circled Jiang Xiaorou’s mind like a curse. It was unknown how she managed, but she was totally dazed.
She could not believe that her brother was dead. She knew that Yi Yun had undergone change in the past few days. He had greater abilities, became stronger, and after practicing martial arts, he had became even stronger.
How could such a strong brother die?
Jiang Xiaorou could not believe it, she had pinned all hopes on Yi Yun!
But no matter how much Jiang Xiaorou believed in Yi Yun, Yi Yun’s disappearance was a fact…
Especially with the rumors of Yi Yun contracting the plague, Jiang Xiaorou was afraid, afraid that Yi Yun had really been infected by the plague, and was worried that he would spread it to her, hence drowning himself.
“Pa!”
Another clump of cow dung was thrown in, hitting the dining table. The only two bowls in the house were immediately dirtied by the cow dung, unable to be used ever again.
However, Jiang Xiaorou did not even take a glance.
The siege on Jiang Xiaorou’s house with cow dung had lasted for an entire afternoon.
Even with the sun setting, the operation had still not concluded.
“Cover it tightly! This lass and that dead imp are jinxes. We should have never accepted them into our tribe!” Outside of the broken window came a women’s mean voice.
This woman was tall and her face long. Her cheekbones were raised and her sleeves were rolled; she looked like a shrew.
Even the poor citizens were categorized in classes. Those who had Lian as their surname in the Lian tribal clan were afforded better treatment. They would sometimes enjoy special privileges in the tribe, after all, they shared the same surname as the Lian tribal clan’s leaders.
The women who spoke had Lian as her surname. Her name was Lian Cuihua. She was known as Aunt Cuihua.
In fact, her aggressive posture this time leading a group of people to throw dung at the walls was ordered by Lian Chengyu.
Lian Chengyu wanted to stir up a storm, and he naturally found a person to “care for the children” among the people, so that she could fan the flames.
“I think we might as well burn the house, to prevent any filthy things from coming out. Do you know, Da Tou’s father saw the kid turn sick with his own eyes. He even said that not only did the kid get infected with the plague, he had been possessed!”
“At that time, Da Tou’s dad touched the kid, and it felt like a snake had bit him. It’s no simple matter! Think about it, this little bastard has such a cheap life, cheaper than a dog, how could he have been chosen by Lord Zhang? And to think he was said to be a martial arts prodigy, how is that possible? Lord Zhang may not know, and you may not know! He was a good-for-nothing, no different from a beggar. He was weaker than a wench. A martial arts prodigy, my foot!”
“Only was he possessed can we explain how a good-for-nothing could suddenly become so powerful. It was because he was possessed! When the ghost was within him, he was strong, but with the ghost gone, he died!” Lian Cuihua said it with a queer voice, depicting the story of Yi Yun of days past as a living zombie.
In the past day, Lian Cuihua would say the same spew whenever she met anyone. This was of course taught to her by Lian Chengyu.
As Lian Chengyu could not do it himself, he allowed Lian Cuihua to spread the rumors. By using possession to explain Yi Yun’s apparent talent, many of the people were willing to believe it.
After all, the Yi Yun they knew could not have been a martial arts prodigy.
Doing so could retain Lian Chengyu’s absolute authority. He was the most talented person in the Lian tribal clan, and no one could match him!
This would make the tribe believe that only through him Lian Chengyu, could they be led towards glory.
“What Aunt Cuihua says makes sense.”
“So he was possessed. I already said that weakling Yi Yun could not be more talented than my Er Dan.”
A few women echoed her as they shared the Lian surname, and was the foundation of the Lian tribal clan.
However, in the room, Jiang Xiaorou turned a deaf ear to all of this.
Yun-er, where did you go?
Why aren’t you back?
Jiang Xiaorou was in a daze. Although she knew her hopes were slim, she still refused to believe that Yi Yun had died.