Divine Conspiracy: Starting from adding points to the strongest on the surface

It's approaching dusk.

Fan Wu was holding a sheepskin scroll in his hand, on which was drawn a rudimentary map of Southern Zhou County.

There aren't many labels on the map.

There are only names of county towns and simple routes.

He relied on this thing to find his way from Qiulong County to Baihe County, and then to the place where he was resting briefly now.

"If you walk east for about one day, you can reach Yinghe Mansion."

Fan Wu put the sheepskin scrolls away properly and hurried to Yinghe Mansion. He only had to walk north for a while...

Just as soon as he could reach the county seat of Nanjun, he could find his sworn sister.

Fan Wu stood up slowly.

Patted his pants.

Just as he was about to continue on his way, he heard the sound of gongs and drums. I even heard a very penetrating sound, like the sound of a suona-like instrument.

Fan Wu took steps in that direction.

It's not that he likes to watch the excitement, but that direction is the only way for him to lead to Yinghe Mansion.

After all, his map only showed one route.

Fan Wu could only follow this route.

Walked a while.

Fan Wu saw a village in front of him. It looked like a large-scale village. Rows of densely packed houses and patches of cultivated farmland came into view.

He also saw people.

A lot of people.

These people should be local mountain people.

Fan Wu could clearly smell the smell of burning incense candles filling the air.

Amidst the sound of gongs and drums...

You can still vaguely hear someone chanting prayers.

This is at……

Sacrifice?

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There are hundreds of people gathered in the village ahead. Most of them are ordinary villagers, including men and women, old and young.

What they have in common is that they all have a slightly sad look on their faces, as well as a bit of confusion.

There is a six-foot-tall statue of the god placed on an incense stand.

The villagers and people all turned their attention to the statue.

There was more or less expectation and hope in their eyes, as if they were seeking the blessing of the statue.

In front of the statue, there are not only many slaughtered and cooked cattle, sheep, chickens and ducks, but also many fruits and desserts.

A large incense burner as big as a tripod was filled with a large number of incense candles.

Each scented candle is burning slowly.

Blue smoke bird.

Drifting in the wind.

I saw an old man who was a little shaky when he walked. He was holding a pottery bowl in his left hand and a willow branch in his right hand.

He used a special step that he was not very skilled in, while using a willow branch to dip the water on the pottery bowl, and splashed the water around.

On the other hand, he kept chanting one sentence in a strange accent: "Please give me blessings, Master Fu..."

"Please give me blessings, Master Fu..."

"Please Mr. Ford..."

After the old man poured out all the water in the pottery bowl, he carefully placed the willow branches and pottery bowl on the incense stand.

Then he took a large handful of incense candles and lit them all.

Enduring the billowing smoke that stung his eyes and choked his nose, the old man tremblingly walked in the four directions of southeast, northwest, and bowed respectfully once in each direction.

However.

next moment!

A strange wind came from nowhere and the old man suddenly became unsteady and fell down.

The large handful of incense candles he held in his hand also fell to the ground, and most of the incense candles were extinguished.

"Li Zheng!"

"Li Zheng, are you okay?"

The surrounding villagers were shocked when they saw this scene, and they all wanted to step forward and help the old man up.

The old man suddenly waved his hand.

Signaling no need.

His old face, full of wrinkles and age spots, was filled with sadness and sighs.

He sat on the ground and hesitated for a long time, and then in full view of the crowd, he said, "The wind just now didn't blow out of thin air. I was asking for blessing from Mr. Ford."

"Unfortunately, a gust of wind knocked me down at this moment. This only shows that... Mr. Ford can't help us."

"It's also possible... Lord Ford thinks that our hearts are not pious enough. We can't stay here any longer. We should move out of here in a few days..."

"well……"

The old man sighed repeatedly as he spoke. The wrinkles on his face have become deeper, as if he has aged several years.

His posture is also more stooped.

"Li Zheng, didn't the people from the imperial court say that they would handle this matter?" Someone among the villagers whispered: "Maybe we can wait for them to solve the matter, and then we can No need to move out?”

"That's right!" Someone else echoed: "We are all poor mountain people. We don't have a few grains left at home and we don't have a few coins. Where can we move to?"

"But...it's not like everyone doesn't know about the strange things that happened in Lijia Village next door in the past few months. And our Niejia Village has been showing signs of being implicated in recent days! In the past three days, people in the village have been seriously ill. Who can withstand it?"

"That Qin Tiansi hasn't come to our place for quite some time. There's probably nothing they can do!"

"Hey, let's listen to Lao Lizheng...the village can't stand it anymore. The whole village of Lijia Village next door has died!"

"..."

The sighs and discussions of the villagers were slightly noisy.

The statue they enshrined should be the immortal god whom the old man named "Master Fu".

Fan Wu led an old green cow and walked leisurely towards Niejia Village ahead.

The sound of Laoqingniu's shoe was clearer.

Some of the sharp-eared villagers in Niejia Village looked back in confusion.

at once.

They were stunned!

Fan Wu's sturdy figure is undoubtedly like a moving pagoda in the eyes of these villagers, who are generally sallow and thin.

They were all shocked!

The momentum created by killing a large number of strange creatures in just a few days almost made several villagers who looked back and saw Fan Wu almost choke.

"Here...here, an outsider is coming!" One of them swallowed his saliva secretly and couldn't help but exclaimed.

Suddenly, a person looked back.

A series of stunned eyes fell on Fan Wu.

Immediately afterwards...

There was a lot of gasping sound.

The sound of gongs, drums and suonas suddenly stopped at this time.

The whole scene suddenly became quiet.

It was so quiet that you could vaguely hear the breathing of others.

The old man from Nie Village, Li Zheng, reluctantly stood up at this time.

He pushed aside the crowd and looked outside the village.

Saw Fan Wu.

"Hiss!" Although Lao Li has been alive for seventy or eighty years and has experienced a lot, this is the first time he has seen such a tall person.

However, compared to other villagers, Lao Lizheng was still much calmer.

Maybe it's because he knows he doesn't have many years left to live.

in this case……

There is no need to be afraid of anything.

"This Taoist Priest..."

Lao Li was speaking in a polite and kind tone and reminded: "Niejia Village has not welcomed outsiders into the village in recent months. In recent months, the village... has been a little uneasy."

"Please, Taoist Priest, please take a detour."

"..."

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