C4 (2/2)

Leng Jun skipped a few steps towards the village chief. Before he even reached the village, he could smell the thick smell of smoke from far away. There was also a burnt smell mixed in with the smoke.

Leng Jun's stomach was already growling from hunger to begin with, but after smelling the smell, he instinctively thought: ”Whose family has fought wild game again? ”Judging by the strong smell of the smoke, isn't he quite big?”

Aside from farming, the villagers of Leng Village would also often go hunting together. And every time someone hunted down a large prey, they would gather the entire village and enjoy it according to the traditions of the Leng Village. The most commonly used cooking method was to roast the prey.

When he thought about the wild game that would make him salivate, Leng Jun suddenly became excited. In front of everyone in the village, his mother wouldn't have brought out that plate of stir-fried bamboo shoots and shredded meat, right?

Thinking about how he could eat delicious barbecue, and about how it would spare him the pain of having meat, Leng Jun excitedly sprinted towards the village chief's direction.

However, when he circled around a mountain ridge, the scene in front of him stunned him.

What appeared before him was not only the crowd that was not waiting for the barbecue as he had imagined, but also the beautiful and cheerful little village that he remembered. What replaced it was a charred piece of land. Like the land, it had been burned down to broken walls and ruins.

In the entire Leng Village, there was not a single towering building, not a single intact courtyard, nor even a single strand of life. There was only the unfinished wood, occasionally emitting the ”crackling” sounds of sparks.

”Father!”

”Mother!”

Leng Jun tried his best to overcome the incomparably intense fear in his heart as he trembled and called out to his parents. However, no matter how much he shouted, no one responded.

Leng Jun used the memories in his mind to find his ”home”. The original house had long since disappeared, leaving only a pile of ashes in front of him.

”Father, mother!”

Still no one responded to him.

Leng Jun did not care about the blisters on his hands that were still burnt from the burning of wood, nor did he care about the smoke that was still burning his eyes red and swollen from his tears, as he searched for his parents in his ”home” that was already burnt to ashes. In the end, however, he found only two charred corpses.

Although the corpse could not be distinguished by its face, it was almost impossible to tell whether it was a corpse or not. However, his intuition told him that those two piles of ”ashes” were his parents.

A child of only seven years, no matter how smart or knowledgeable he was, he was still a child. He could no longer control himself and sat down on the ground, bawling.