Cheng Moji

Only after listening to Shan Po talking about witches in detail, was my suspicion cleared.

This mountain village is called Wuling Village, and the heirs of the witches who flowed the blood of Wuling have been in charge of the fire ceremony in the village for generations. The blind witch in front of me is the previous village witch. The most spiritual and respected person.Until one day, he was betrayed by his own son and seized the witch power, kicked out of the house, and lived in poverty in the slums of widows, widows and old people.

The witch listened to the story again, her originally calm face was bursting with muscles and bones, she burst into anger, and interjected: "That rebellious son actually made a deal with the monster and sold his soul. It's extremely abominable!"

Listening to Shan Po's narration, since the new witch came to the throne, the village has been facing disasters, and horrible things happened again and again, which deeply touched people's hearts.

Leng Xin interjected and asked, "Why?"

The witch turned her eyeless face towards Leng Xin, still exuding a burst of hatred, said: "The witch is the soul of righteousness in the village, and all the ominous omens must come from here. The details are not yet clear."

"What kind of disaster is that?" Feng Qiwu asked softly.

Dongfang Ying saw that the corners of Shan Pozi's mouth twitched, as if excited.The witch continued to answer this question: "First, the village head and villagers died strangely. When the ominous atmosphere enveloped the people and the people were in panic, the witch proposed to sacrifice the living in order to silence the crowd. As a result, many families were ruined and their families were destroyed. One of them was Shan Po."

But when Shan Po heard these words, tears were streaming down her face, and she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed.

The witch continued: "We are located in the impoverished area of ​​Wuling Village. There are many old and weak people, all of which are driven here because of their children's sacrifices. Today's witches have long disregarded the life and death of the weak, and sacrificed themselves to achieve their goals. For our benefit. Shan Po has a son, the one who was sacrificed to the evil god yesterday."

Leng Xin recalled the torch ceremony last night, and there were countless questions in his mind that he wanted to ask now, but he stopped in time because he was afraid that the lie would be leaked and it was inconvenient to say more.I used other words to guide slowly, and asked: "What is this ritual, is it convenient for Fang to explain in detail?"

The witch replied: "Since you are asking for your help, don't be shy or afraid. Originally, the ritual was an ancient ceremony passed down in the village for thousands of years to pray for blessings and avoid disasters, and to protect the safety of the village forever. But since the beginning of the new witch, this ceremony has begun It has become a kind of bloody living sacrifice, and I am afraid that some evil spirits and ghosts have already manipulated this ritual behind the scenes."

"This ritual is called the Hollow Scarecrow Fire Festival, and a symbolic scarecrow is used as a sacrifice in exchange for the blessings of the gods."

Dongfang Ying took advantage of the witch's pause and asked, "Mother-in-law, why is it a hollow scarecrow?"

The witch nodded and said: "It is said that the ancestors used the scarecrow as a symbol of the living to sacrifice to the gods of nature, but hollowed out their hearts to show that the hearts of the believers completely believe in the gods to show their loyalty. But - the legend is long, maybe It is groundless, but the rituals are fixed. Generations of wizards, because they communicate with the gods, have gradually retained some spiritual powers to perceive ghosts and gods. Some people say that this ability is prophecy, and some people call it witchcraft, witchcraft, and magic. And feet. Although I am old and frail, I can feel that you are extraordinary."

"What about living sacrifices?" Leng Xin continued to ask.

When Shan Pozi heard Leng Xin's direct and rude question, she shivered, and then hurriedly hissed: "Keep your voice down, so as not to be heard."

"Not afraid." Leng Xin said directly and decisively.

The witch didn't have any obvious reaction, she picked up the bowl of soup in front of her and took a sip, slowly and calmly.But suddenly, the atmosphere in the air changed.A group of jackdaws screamed and flew towards this side.Shan Pozi greeted everyone hurriedly, and hurried into the house to hide.Feng Qiwu smelled something wrong, hurriedly dragged Dongfang Ying into the room, and Leng Xin followed.After closing the door, Shan Pozi trembled for a while.Everyone is waiting for the crisis to come.