Cheng Moji

Feng Qiwu, who was staring at the fireworks show carefully, said softly in the silent night, "Little sister, there is something new." Dongfang Ying, who was originally meditating, immediately turned and looked at the crowd.

On the one hand, Leng Xin changed into a refined passer-by, and when she heard the old woman sitting beside a tree, she sobbed quietly, so she stepped forward and patted the old woman on the shoulder to comfort her:

"Grandma, what's wrong with you, do you need my help?"

The old woman was startled for a while, her body broke out in a cold sweat, and she asked fearfully, "Are you a human or a ghost?"

Cold hearted and gentle, he said slowly: "I am a foreigner who passed by here. I walked through several mountain roads with my wife and daughter and got lost here. After I settled down with my wife and daughter, I came out to ask about the situation, and I heard your cry. Follow the sound and come over."

Only then did the old lady breathe a sigh of relief, and said, "This village is very dangerous, you can run away if you can!"

He said coldly: "I've been waiting for a few days to eat and sleep in the open air, and I'm exhausted, especially my daughter, who is pale at the moment. If I hurry on the road again, I'm afraid I'll die soon. I hope my mother-in-law will be kind enough to let us Rest for a few days."

Sighing, the mother-in-law continued: "If you want to live, you can go to my house. Now my wife is the only one left in the house. It's just—" She choked and fell into silence.

"Just what?" He asked coldly.

"If you lose your life because of this, you can't blame me." The woman replied seriously, with a lot of words, "I am an old bone, and my life is not worth it. I am afraid that you will be young and energetic, and you will attract evil spirits to spy on you."

Helping the mother-in-law up coldly and patiently, she smiled and said softly, "Thank you, mother-in-law. If you die here, it's better than starving to death on the way."

Feeling a burst of warmth, the mother-in-law said in a daze: "My son—" The word was as soft as a mosquito, but the cold heart caught it with sharp ears, guessing that what happened just now must have something to do with her son.

The mother-in-law stood up, pointing her finger in the direction of the forest, and said: "Go from here, my house is in a remote corner of the poor area in the north of the village. There are many destitute old people living in that area. You can come here and ask 'Shan Po' to come to my house."

"Thank you, Granny Shan." Leng Xin said gratefully.

"But remember, try not to talk to the villagers, and avoid them if you can. Otherwise, your life will be lost." Shan Po repeatedly asked, and then staggered forward after speaking.

Looking at the back coldly, he thought to himself: Could it be that all the villagers have three heads and six arms?Then it turned into a puff of white smoke and disappeared.

Dongfang Ying saw that the dancing torch gradually stopped.Amidst the crowds, the tall torches were raised above their heads, and then they formed a neat square team and lined up to the open space in front of the scarecrow wooden frame.The sorcerer was still standing majestically beside the wooden frame and in front of the crowd, ready to give orders.

A silence brought everyone into the rational time of quiet listening.

But I heard the thick voice of the sorcerer resounding through the valley: "Only when the gods enjoy it can we drive away disasters, avoid disasters, and get rich. Let us pray to the gods together!"

The sound came from all around, like the buzzing of monks chanting scriptures, I couldn't hear it clearly, probably praying to God to quickly enjoy the sacrificial offerings.

After praying, the surroundings returned to silence.Everyone looked up to the sky, Dongfang Ying only felt a burst of evil pressure that made her breathless, and denser blackness had already covered the sky.There was a strange sound in the sky, like the giggling sound of the teeth of a giant beast chewing on the bone. It was the sound of excitement when the monster was about to enjoy the sacrifice.

"The gods are here?" Dongfang Ying asked Feng Qiwu in a low voice.