Dragon Seal

San Lang stopped Gong Liangzhi from entering the hut where the boy Baizi was imprisoned, because he was afraid that the Taoist priest would really see something.The child locked in that shack had already been taken away.

Together with Wei Zhao.

Wei Zhao opened his eyes, but the back of his head was still aching.He bared his teeth and wanted to get up, his hands and feet were tightly bound by the hemp rope, no matter how hard he struggled, he could only writhe on the ground, his cheek pressed against the wet mud.

"You people!" He complained on the ground, "You don't use incense, and you don't use magic. You just use a big stick to invite me, Grandpa, and you are worthy of claiming to be a follower of evil gods?"

No one cares about him.

It's not that there is no one around Wei Zhao, on the contrary, except for a few people who were used to drag the Taoist priest, most of Wangjia Village is here.They surrounded a huge pond, the adults were solemn and excited, the children's eyes were full of excitement, and hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at the high platform without blinking.A platform was set up at the corner of the pond, and the village chief Wang Degui stood on the top of the high platform obliquely inserted into the pond, reciting strange sacrificial rites.

The villagers no longer have numb and cold faces. They seem to be visiting a temple fair, as if they are celebrating the New Year, like hyenas that have finally caught their food.Just now the witches in the village danced on the platform to invite the gods, and a fire was lit on the high platform, and now the ceremony has finally progressed to the end.At the end of the village chief's sacrificial oration, the water in the pool began to bubble.

The water in the pool was not clear, it was white, as white as a pot of lime soup whose contents could not be seen clearly.The villagers began to stomp their feet, clap their hands, and sang a simple ballad in a low voice.

"Bai Zibai, old Laoshan, applying autumn ointment in the Wang Family Pond..."

It turned out to be the "pool" of the Wang family, Wei Zhao thought suddenly.

Two white men with hemp ropes around their necks went up to the high platform. Their expressions were numb, their faces were haggard, and they were as thin as bones. One of them was too weak to walk, and was dragged up like a dog. .The singing became louder and flat, reminiscent of a dusty old house and moldy coffin boards.

"Peel off the skin, chop off the feet, and roast the red piece on the fire..."

The bright hatchet was lifted up by the man holding Bai Zi.

Wei Zhao heard a scream coming from beside him, not from the stage.Not far away, the fat little white-haired man they had seen at night was writhing on the ground, the rope tightened tightly around his flesh, strangling him like a rice dumpling.He was naked, and his skin and hair were much cleaner, as if they had been washed.

"Shh, don't be afraid." Wei Zhao said casually, thinking the sound was too loud.

The baizi on the high platform disappeared, and two lumps of red meat were placed on the fire, and the fragrance of the meat permeated the air.Some children swallowed and tugged at their parents' clothes. Their parents slapped their hands away in warning, saying: Let the mountain god eat first.

The red meat was thrown into the white pond, three or five bubbles increased several times, and the water seemed to be boiled.The village head shouted: "Take the libation of Shaolao! Sacrifice to the God of Laoshan!"

Shao prison, sheep, hog also.Two animals are sacrificed to the gods, which is called Shaolao.

Wei Zhao and Bai Zitong were picked up and brought to the high platform.On the contrary, Baizi stopped barking, his legs trembled, and he looked at the fire, whether he wanted to cry or not.Looking from the top down, the pond is full of people, like a group of leeches waiting to be fed.They were singing the part of "Bai Zibai" again, which made people wonder whether the song should only have these two sentences.

Wei Zhao knelt in the pool of blood left by the two white men earlier, his eyes were fixed on the boiling pond.The rolling white water rolled higher and higher, and a red bead gradually floated up from the center, as if the pond had opened a bloody eye.The man with the hatchet went down, and a pair of country girls came up, their hair tied in a knot at the back of their heads, and a... plane in their hands.

Wei Zhao laughed out loud.

The village chief looked at him sullenly, probably not understanding how he could still smile at this moment.The old man walked up to Wei Zhao, and said with a strange smile, "Young student, do you know what Qiu Gao is?"

"I don't know." Wei Zhao said cooperatively.

"Qiu Gao is a great delicacy in Wangjia Village. Grandfather of the Mountain God gave it to us when he was full." The village head said, "To make Qiu Gao, you have to use natural white seeds, which are fat and big ears. It takes seven years to grow them. Mature. This mature Baizi has to be by the Wang Family Pond, at noon in early autumn, shaved, pulled out teeth, and removed nails amid the singing of sacrifices. Pond, soaked on July 49th before the altar can be opened under the full moon of Mid-Autumn Festival. The autumn ointment not only strengthens the body, but the taste... even a small sip can be remembered for seven years. You don’t need to be born with a white child, and you don’t have to raise it from an early age. , it doesn’t always taste like the authentic autumn ointment.”

Wang Degui was intoxicated when he said it, and the village girl and the man carrying the big jar beside him also had an expression of endless aftertaste.The villagers by the pool sang "Da Qiu Gao" repeatedly, their eyes turned green when they looked at the stage, and they seemed to be stupefied.

In this solemn atmosphere, an unknown stranger laughed so hard that he almost fell down.

"What are you laughing at?" The village chief came back to his senses and glared at him. "It's all your fault for destroying the stele. This year's sacrifice has to be advanced! Hey, let's dip your feet into the pool first, and you'll be dyed white. Take it immediately." You make autumn ointment. When the mountain god grandfather wakes up after eating the sacrifice, your master with thin skin and tender meat..."

The village chief spoke very carefully, wanting to frighten the damned stranger, but when he talked about what to do with his master, the young man glanced at him, making him speechless.The young man from a foreign country still had a smile on his lips, but his eyes seemed to go dark for a moment—the black eyeballs swelled outwards, and the whites of his eyes were wiped out.The village chief shuddered, and then took a closer look. The young man was still smiling brightly.

Why don't you laugh?

Mountain villages, foolish people, songs, sacrifices, evil gods, it's like a scene from a third-rate ghost story.This atmosphere is evil and barbaric, yes, but from the perspective of Wei Zhao, an insider who knows exactly how demon cultivators and Shinto monks accept sacrifices under Xuanbingyuan, and a quasi-devil who has seen too many dead people, what they created A lot of useless things other than creating a sense of ritual are not only scary, but also embarrassing to the point of laughing.

For example, it’s like a person finds a piece of text that he doesn’t understand, sings it as a totem, composes countless stories of gods, sings it into a song to call God, and then the person who regards that text as his mother tongue one day finds out that there is a group of foreign People are worshiping an ad for Dali Pills.

"I laugh at you for being pitiful." Wei Zhao said.

"Poor? Hehe, you fools who come to hunt for treasure are pitiful." The village chief said sinisterly, "The spirit mine has been dug up long ago, and not a single spirit stone can be found, and you will lose your life."

"Your mountain god died for hundreds of years, leaving behind a soul orb, which you soaked in such a pool of extreme yin, it must have been soaked for hundreds of years?" Wei Zhao said with a smile, "It's good to sacrifice cattle and sheep. You must be reluctant to part with cattle and sheep, and use people to sacrifice. The orthodox Shinto monks who cultivate merit, and the backhands who have worked so hard to hide, have all the merit accumulated by you, let alone become evil gods... oh No, everyone is dead, so you can't be an evil god, you can only..."

The boiling pool suddenly exploded.

It was as if a tongue had protruded from the pool, licked around the edge of the pool, and swallowed up all the crowds crowded there.The villagers who were not torn off by the pool water were stunned for a moment, then exploded the pot, and ran outside screaming and wailing.There are also people whose feet are too soft to run, or kneel down and kowtow to the pond, and the pond will rise for a second round, and they will eat all the leftovers.

"It can only become a ghost." Wei Zhao finished the second half of his speech slowly, and smiled at the stunned village chief, quite in the mood to chat, "Besides, I'm not just here for treasure hunting. One is to hunt for treasure, one is to seek revenge, and the other is to repay a kindness."

From the moment he climbed up Xuanbingyuan, Wei Zhao was full of scheming, of course he would not just find a direction to go in a random direction like Gong Liangzhi thought.He calculated exactly when to go up the mountain road and how long to stay before he could catch up with being selected as prey by Wangjiacun. He already knew what was in the mountain, but he didn't expect his luck to be so good.

Wei Zhao is not the only villain in "Catching the Dragon Seal". There is a little partner with him in the newspaper office, named Laoshanjun.Although this dear friend is dead, he used his natal magic weapon, the Blood Sha Bead, to help Wei Zhao break the formation of Qiantian Valley's sect.

Guess, where is the blood evil bead whose source the author spent a lot of time writing about?

In the blink of an eye, the pond has expanded tens of meters, and the water in the pond is surging towards the high platform like a tide.A village girl was so frightened that she fell down and immediately disappeared in the white water.The man on the high platform let out a wild cry, and rushed towards Wei Zhao and Baizi holding the heavy jar. He seemed to think that throwing these two sacrifices down, the anger of the mountain god would be appeased.

A shrill cat's meow was mixed in with the howling of the villagers, and a black cat ran out and rushed up to the high platform at an astonishingly fast speed.It kicked heavily on the big man's back, causing him to stagger and fall down.However, when the big man got angry, he grabbed the cat's tail and brought it down together.

Seeing this, Bai Zi, who had been in a dazed state just now, screamed again. He ran towards the black cat, and fell into the water with it.

Wei Zhao clicked his tongue with a headache.

He followed the cat to see Bai Zi, beat the cat unconscious and put it away, just to avoid this situation.Should the result be said to be the inertia of fate?Wei Zhao shook his head, stood up, and the next second black mist rose, and the rope that tied him was instantly corroded into ashes.

The body of the young young man Wei Zhao was put away, leaving only the ghost call billowing in black mist.The second the fog appeared, it pierced through the heads of all the people on the high platform. They jumped like living creatures, wrapped Wei Zhao and plunged into the pool.

The endless sound since entering Wang's Village resounded a hundred times in the water, and the resentment could almost turn into substance, devouring everyone who entered.There was an open space in the pool, Wei Zhao swam there, and saw a one-foot-long black civet cat with its hair standing on end, protecting Bai Zi in it, confronting the approaching Chi Zhu.The cloth strips wrapped around the cat's tail have naturally come off, revealing two whips whipping the lake water.

The red bead was getting closer and closer, and the big black cat was getting more and more anxious, and even found time to yell threateningly at Wei Zhao who was approaching.Wei Zhao stood by and watched. The little fat man hugged the black cat's belly and buried his face in the black fur.

"Why bother?" Wei Zhao said with a smile, "If you have a treasure in your arms, if you refine it, you can grow seven more tails. What's wrong?"

The big black cat ignored him.

"Let go of the shield, Yin Sha will not hurt the Nine-Life Cat Demon." Wei Zhao continued, "If it touches you, you won't die. At most, the person in your arms will have no bones left. Humans, Life is short and changeable, and death is death, is it not?"

"Meow!" the big black cat roared, the fur on the tip of its tail exploded, as if it wanted to rush over and give him a slap.Bai Zi under its stomach looked up and saw the black mist on Wei Zhao's body, and immediately frightened him back.

"You want to save him?" Wei Zhao whispered, "Even if you can only continue to be a half-witted monster?"

The black cat didn't look at him anymore, Chi Zhu was already close at hand, Bai Zi began to shiver, as if feeling cold, he squeezed harder on the big cat.The black cat looked down, as if it had made up its mind, it shook its body, let out a painful roar, a tail fell off from its body, and pulled towards Chizhu.

A cat demon with nine lives, one tail, one life.

"You want to save him." Wei Zhao muttered to himself, "Even if you don't want to die, you still want to save him at this moment..."

His voice gradually became low, and suddenly he gave a low laugh, and then said in a loud voice: "Lord Laoshan, from this point of view, I am repaying your kindness by taking away the things of your enlightenment and getting rid of your demons all your life."

Wei Zhaofei jumped up and grabbed the bead.