My old enemy always likes to pull my furry ears

The team of "exposing evil spirits" has gradually grown. From the beginning, it was all men, and then a few women were added piecemeal. The women were dressed in coarse cloth, tightly wrapped in headscarves, and their eyes were hanging down. They looked fierce and unusual, not like ordinary weak women. It didn't violate the peace at all.

In addition to the "heroes" from all walks of life, this team also mixed in a lot of little kids who just played around. They were young, short, and couldn't carry a bamboo basket, so they gathered a few stones in their hands, laughing and playing. , Before reaching the place, he had already thrown away the "weapon" in his hand.

Nan Xiaohui and Jun'an mixed with the crowd and walked towards Wuyan Pass. The team was in high spirits as they marched, and the cheers and singing were non-stop. It was really like celebrating a festival of blessings and congratulations.

The crowd sang and clamored that they were approaching Wujinguan, and they had already seen the iconic stone gate. On the top of the stone gate was a black pennant, with a few unsightly and unsightly strokes fluttering on the flag. A sense of evil.

There are three large characters on the stone gate, and there are no city walls on the left and right sides. At a glance, from the outside to the inside, it is no different from ordinary villages and towns, but it is a little dilapidated.

The people are bleak and the road is hopeless. How can such a ghostly place make people vent their anger?

Nan Xiaohui lost his way in the stored knowledge treasure house, and in the heart of seeking knowledge, he asked Jun'an for advice. Jun'an was born and raised in Chaoqiu, and some ancient local legends flowed in his blood and were passed down from generation to generation.

"Wuyanguan is a bottomless pit that can't be filled. It used to be a small town in Chaoqiu. According to legend, there were several evil disasters, three fires, and the houses collapsed. , soon there were rumors that it was haunted, so this place was called a ghost city, and then no one lived there anymore.” Jun An said flatly: “The living people dare not enter the haunted place, so those Jianghu bandits made troubles, and the wicked Fiends, desperation, come here and steal half of their lives. Over time, this place grows stronger and more villains grow, and it becomes a real den of villains. The surrounding area is disturbed. All the villains were killed, no one was spared, the blood flowed like a river, and after the incident, a magic circle was cast to confine the soul and never reincarnate."

"This is not a good place..." Nan Xiaohui sighed, "Then why are they running out of anger, shouldn't they hide far away?"

"They are offering sacrifices to their ancestors for the peace of their lives, and they also warn future generations that if they do evil, they will be cast aside every year and trampled under their feet every day."

Nan Xiaohui glanced at the soul: "Step on the foot?"

"Yeah." Jun An snorted, "The other end of the village is connected to the outside world, the towns are connected, and there is a lot of traffic. This is a shortcut. Anyway, there is a Daozhuang magic circle guarding here, so there will be no problems, so people walk around here. Go, there are human bones under your feet, my father said that people who do bad things will be trampled on their backs forever, and they will not be able to lift their heads for life."

He squinted his eyes and looked at Nan Xiaohui, and said in a low voice, "I don't know which villain's bone you are stepping on right now."

Nan Xiaohui felt cold, and his skin was covered in goosebumps.

"In the past, there were so many villains, and the pile of bones was ten thousand feet high. Later, it collapsed and the ground stretched for hundreds of kilometers. It's not unusual. Anyway, everyone is stepping on it. Don't be afraid!" After frightening Nan Xiaohui hypocritically, Jun'an comforted him with hindsight.

Nan Xiaohui smiled back, "Thank you."

"Small idea."

It rained a few days ago, and then the sun came out for a few days. It is now summer, and the hot weather will crack the re-moist soil after a while, and it will be very hard.

The team started throwing stones after passing the endless level, throwing stones everywhere, the group of people suddenly forked into several roads, bustling, the sound of stones being thrown on the ground was one after another, like raindrops falling densely, not inferior to the excitement of the excited people shouting.

Nan Xiaohui and Jun An followed the main team, because the main team shouldered heavy responsibilities and had "big things" to do behind them.

"Cross the Wicked Man's Bridge ahead, and behind the Wicked Man's Bridge is the Martyrdom Stone." Jun An said.

Nan Xiaohui looked in the direction he pointed, and it wasn't too far away, about a hundred meters away, and he could see a bridge, which must be the villain's bridge that Jun'an mentioned.

"Wicked Man's Bridge..." Nan Xiaohui savored it carefully and asked, "Why such a name?"

Although the corpses of wicked people are everywhere, it still sounds unlucky to have such a name.

"Wicked Man's Bridge is a crescent moon bridge. The bottom of the bridge is not a river or a lake, but a grave. I don't know how deep the grave is. Anyway, the bottom is full of fog, and I can't see the bottom. But I guess it's just rotten bones and skulls. , lying in a mess."

I can imagine that scene, very desperate and suffocating.

Nan Xiao replied: "What is the martyrdom stone?" In his preliminary understanding, this thing should be a stone, maybe a huge and unusual stone, it may be a treasure for suppressing evil, or offering sacrifices to heroes monument.

"It's a stone statue. Only the head of a person is intact, and the neck is full of skeletons, surrounded by ropes. It's a dead body."

All in all, the dead body made a confession, but it didn't help the matter, and the internal organs were all turned into corruption.

Nan Xiaohui asked again: "It's so tragic, where are you going?"

Junan: "Smite a stone."

The three words were concise and concise, and once again shocked Nan Xiaohui.He thought to himself, the people of Chaoqiu really have a soft spot for smashing stones.

The Martyrdom Stone is also called the Repentance Stone. It was a deterrent made by Daozhuang to dispel the resentment here after the disaster was quelled.It is not enough after the villains are eliminated, the grievances accumulate to a certain extent and will explode again in another form, and such a terrifying and permeable statue can suppress the grievances and counteract evil with evil.

There is also a folk saying that ugliness can scare people to death.

"Here we are." Following Jun'an's voice, Nan Xiaohui stood firm on his feet, blocked behind a group of human flesh walls, and saw the legendary martyrdom stone through the gap.

It really is a solid stone. I don't know which craftsman's ingenuity carved the stone statue with a human head and a ghost body so lifelike that people will frighten and frown at a glance.

However, this old stone has experienced the ravages of wind and rain. Apart from the stone pits smashed by man-made stones on the statue, the only person's forehead was also polished by the rain, shining faintly.

The sculpture that symbolizes horror shocked countless people. After thousands of years of wind and rain, it is still a little greasy.

The ground was wet and quite dark.

It had just rained two days ago, and other places were dry, except the soil around the Martyrdom Stone was still slightly wet, and the color was dark and conspicuous.

Nan Xiaohui stared at the strange wet soil. He couldn't quite explain why, but he always felt that this deep color should not exist.

At this time, there was a commotion all around, and everyone stood in a circle around the martyrdom stone, and started throwing stones at the statue sparingly. Words, after all, are not good words.

"Smash to death you group of villains who do all kinds of evil!"

"Good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil. The time has come, and you will never be reborn!"

"Go die die die!"

"Smash you to death, smash you to death!"

"..."

There is a woman next to Nan Xiaohui, who scolds especially fiercely and viciously. Her eyes are angry, saliva splashes in her mouth, and she smashes stones quickly with her hands. Nothing.

"The hero of the female middle school!"

Nan Xiaohui sighed in his heart that women are not easy to mess with, and his heart suddenly became more respectful.

After a while, a cloud of light gray floated lingeringly from the wet soil under the martyrdom stone. At first, no one paid attention to it until the color suddenly changed from gray to purple, blue, cyan, and golden orange...

"Hey, what is this, why did it make a rainbow?" Someone asked curiously.

"right."

Nan Xiaohui was attracted by the human voice, and also looked at the color. He vaguely felt that something was wrong, and his heart became more and more troubled.

He turned his head to look at Jun An, who was already standing there stupidly motionless.

Something happened, and he gasped for breath.

It seemed that there was silence for a quarter of an hour, but in the next second, he couldn't stop Jun An who pushed through the crowd.

Jun'an didn't speak, but he was very strong. He was panting heavily, as if he was not breathing well, pulling the crowd like grass, like a bull.

His rudeness aroused the dissatisfaction of the people around him, Nan Xiaohui had no way to cross the human wall from behind, and could only stand on tiptoe and watch Junan rush to the innermost part.

"Jun An!" He shouted from behind, but Jun An couldn't hear him from the front.

The group of purple, blue, cyan, and gold are still floating, intertwined, like a rainbow after the rain.

"Father..." Jun An didn't care about the continuous carnival of the people behind him, and accidentally injured several stones on his back. He picked up the soil with both hands, and sobbed softly with a trembling voice.

"Brother, sister, Xiao Ping'er..."

The tears are so sad that they can't stop falling down, hitting the back of the hand and the ground.

Jun An choked up and lost his voice for a while, he didn't want to believe that, based on these few strands of color, he was sure that his father, brothers and sisters were buried in the ground.

But he dug uncontrollably with his hands until he found a few broken spirit beads. There was brownish red soil under the beads, and there was nothing that Junan expected but didn't want to see.

At this time, Nan Xiaohui managed to squeeze out, stood in front, and saw the bloodstains on the back of Jun An's hands, knelt under the martyrdom stone in a daze, and hurried over.

He didn't know what happened, he saw Jun An beat himself desperately.

"Junan! Junan!"

Nan Xiaohui wanted to hold his hand to prevent him from hurting himself, and talked to him: "What's wrong, you found something, stop, don't be like this, okay, your hand is hurt."

It's useless, there's nothing to say, Nan Xiaohui could only say: "You are so useless, what do you want to do!"

The onlookers started chirping to discuss whether this person was possessed by evil spirits, and some people did not stop and continued to throw stones on the martyrdom stone.

Jun An still couldn't utter decent words, tears kept streaming down his face, and he held onto Nan Xiaohui's hand so hard that his bones bulged.

It was almost noon, and the people in the forked road gathered at the Martyrdom Stone one after another, and they were about to prepare for the last "ritual".