Every world is full of ghosts and monsters begging for hugs

The village in the distance has been lit with fire. No matter how far away it is, it is like a red star that will last forever.

She closed her eyes, and after a long time, when she opened them again, there was no extra emotion in her eyes, "You are right, those who achieve great things are most afraid of hesitation. The road I am going to take next, There must be no hidden dangers.”

The wind and waves kept blowing, and the ship was rocking up and down.

She gave birth to a child on a stormy night. She didn't ask if it was a boy or a girl, and she never even saw it before letting her servants take care of it.

As for how to deal with it, she didn't ask much.

This village should not have existed, just like that child should never have appeared in front of her again.

But there are many things in this world that cannot be explained by common sense. There is no need to pursue answers because she knows very well that no matter whether there is an answer or not, since she is here, it means that she has only one way to go.

Mrs. Li never stopped or hesitated, just like the scene when she left many years ago. Once she made a decision, she kept moving forward and she never left herself any way to look back.

All the people stood in front of the ancestral hall.

Regardless of whether they were men, women, old or young, every villager held a torch in their hands. They looked at the woman walking over expressionlessly, with a face stiffer than a dead person and lifeless.

In front of the villagers is a stone statue of a beautiful woman.

It is wearing a cloak, with its head lowered. The profile slightly exposed under the hood is perfect, and a tear stain is still stained on the side of the face. It is lifeless, just a stone standing quietly in place, but it reveals holiness and compassion. .

If it were a living person, it would be breathtakingly beautiful.

Mrs. Li looked down. There were a boatload of people from Beijing, but now there were only a few people left. They were all in a mess, tied up and lying on the ground unconscious.

Only one person is still conscious.

Xuanyuan Mingchi said weakly: "Mother..."

Mrs. Li smiled.

The village chief stood up and said, "Miss Li, I haven't seen you for a long time. I never thought we would see each other again."

She said: "It's been a long time since we last met, and you are still the same as before."

The village chief smiled and said: "I wonder if in your dream you will see the day when we ask for your life?"

Mrs. Li smiled and replied: "I never have nightmares."

The village chief was quite pleasant, "If it weren't for the protection of the Water Goddess, we would never see each other again."

That day, the village was engulfed in flames, but all the people were poisoned by the Mongolian sweat medicine. They were so weak that they couldn't escape even if they wanted to.

They could only watch as they perished in the sea of ​​fire.

Suddenly there was a heavy rain, and the blazing flames went out. Several survivors climbed out of the house that was full of burning smell. They saw the Water Goddess in the rain.

However, the water goddess they saw was different from the beautiful appearance mentioned in the story.

He was described as withered, his gray hair was as lifeless as his pale face, and his cloudy eyes were filled with blood. He was so fragile that even a drop of rain seemed to break out of his body which was riddled with holes. A scar.

He seemed to be crying.

However, not a single tear fell from his dry eyes.

Gradually, the rain that fell on him became more bloody when it dripped again. Spider-web-like cracks started from his face and spread rapidly down his neck. The flesh and blood fell bit by bit with the unusual wind and rain. Until finally, he fell to the muddy ground.

His body was buried in the mud, and only his incomplete clothes still represented that he had been here.

The survivors carved a stone statue of the Water Goddess and placed it in the ancestral hall, worshiping it together with the villagers who were burned to death. But perhaps the deceased was too resentful, or maybe it was the rain that the Water Goddess expended so much effort on making the village change.

Time stood still in the village, and the dead crawled up from the shoreline as monsters.

During the days and nights when they were trapped in Yunwu Village as monsters, they did not understand political struggle, nor did they understand willingness and sacrifice. They only knew that they could have lived a stable life in this remote village although they were not rich.

However, that fire destroyed everything they had.

They want revenge.

Only by taking revenge can they be freed.

The priests worshiped the Water Goddess in ceremonies again and again. Perhaps because of the resentment, the stone statue seemed to be alive. It would be attracted by the ugly desires of human beings, and people with desires would also be attracted. I was lured to Yunwu Village by it.

These ugly desires are the best food for the villagers.

No matter who it is, the sins committed must always be paid back. If the person involved does not pay back, it will definitely harm the descendants.

In the night, the appearance of the villagers has changed. A horrible burning smell permeated the air, and their black charcoal-like bodies seemed to be falling apart at any time. At the same time, the figures gradually became distorted, and they were different from human appearances. There is a danger of wanting to tear the enemy into pieces.

Xuanyuan Mingchi said in a daze: "Mother...what happened here before...is related to you?"

He was not a fool. What happened these days, coupled with the villagers' attitude towards his mother, combined with all the information, he guessed something.

Xuanyuan Mingchi said in disbelief: "You have always taught me to govern with virtue. These people... mother, their affairs have nothing to do with you, right?"

Mrs. Li smiled slightly and said, "Mingchi, if you can sit in my position, how can your hands be clean?"

Xuanyuan Mingchi's expression froze.

Mrs. Li remained calm and said calmly: "Now that I'm here, I have no intention of leaving. You have enough time to vent your resentment to your heart's content."

But under the moonlit night, twisted figures swarmed towards the woman's shadow.

In the dim room, Bai Yao sat on a chair and watched Bai Yi pack her precious jewelry into a small wooden box. She asked softly: "Brother, are we leaving here?"

Bai Yi replied: "Yes, we are going back."

He packed his things, walked to her, leaned down and smiled at her: "Yaoyao, I want to go home."

Bai Yao blinked and asked innocently: "Then are you ready to face my parents?"

The expression on Bai Yi's face changed slightly, which showed that no matter how calm and calm he was, when it came to his future parents-in-law, he would still feel fear like ordinary people.

Bai Yao laughed out loud. She touched his pale face and said, "Disaster, don't be afraid, I'm on your side."

Bai Yi grabbed her hand and rubbed it, his eyes slightly curved, "Yeah, I know."

They were two against two and couldn't lose.

Bai Yao followed Bai Yi to the coast and saw a boat parked here. Xiaoque had been waiting on the boat for a long time. In the cabin, there was a man scribbling in a notebook with a charcoal pencil.