Golden Silkworm Gu

Han Yang always thought that he and Xi Rui met for the first time when they were 16 years old in the first year of high school, but in fact, they were only 12 years old when Xi Rui saw Han Yang for the first time.

At that time, primary school students' studies were not as heavy as they are now, and junior high school was not as difficult as it is now.So in the summer vacation after graduating from elementary school, Han Yang went to his hometown in the countryside with his parents because he had no summer homework.

There are no children in the countryside who do not play in the water during their summer vacation, and Han Yang is logically taken away. He goes to swim in the small river outside the village every day if he has nothing to do—or take a bath in the local dialect.

Then, something happened.

When Father Han and Mother Han heard the news and rushed to the river, Han Yang was out of breath.

Han Mu fell to the ground crying.Under the guidance of the elders in the village, Father Han and several cousins ​​in the clan drove the motorcycles that were rare at that time on the rugged mountain road for more than three hours, and invited them to a village dozens of miles away. He enshrines the old Wu Gong and asks him to help revive Han Yang.

The so-called resurrection is a unique secret technique in Xiangxi witchcraft, which means that the performer uses his own mana and spells to retrieve the soul of a person who died within 24 hours and bring him back to life.

Of course, the dead are not resurrected in vain, and there is always a price to pay for acting against the sky.Otherwise, everyone will do this when they are about to die, and the six cycles of reincarnation will be messed up.Moreover, not everyone can be saved by this spell. First of all, the deceased must be a person who died violently, and those who died of death are not included in this list; secondly, the spell must be started within 24 hours. used.The name of this spell is "Replacement Kill".As the name suggests, it means that to live one person has to use another person to die.Because the spell itself is too evil, and if the spell is not successful, it will have extremely serious consequences, so there are few people in Xiangxi today who can do it.

Fortunately, the old witch he invited could do it.

The old witch didn't want to do such an evil spell.In the end, he couldn't bear the temptation of father Han's offer to arrange a job for his son in the city, so he agreed.

The substitute killing technique sounds evil, but it is simple to implement.Move the deceased to a secluded place outside the house and put it away. Then the performer takes the relatives of the deceased to take a bowl filled with rice. After burning incense and chanting, they start to wander around, looking for someone to replace the dead.At this time, the caster usually returns to the vicinity of the village that has a bad relationship with the village or even has a feud.This is how the hatred between many villages in western Hunan was born.

Led by the old witch, Father Han and several cousins ​​from the clan followed behind. The group walked and called Han Yang's name.After the people in the village knew that they were performing this spell, they called the children home one by one, closed their doors and settled down, and even did not open the windows, for fear that their children would be replaced.Therefore, Father Han and his party naturally arrived at the nearby Yang Village.

It happened that a few children just came back from the river chasing and laughing outside.The one running in front was an eight or nine-year-old child, just when he liked to pretend to be an adult, when he raised his eyes and saw the sneaky behavior of the old witch and the others, he stopped and put his hips on his hips and asked loudly, "Hey, where are you from?" of? Do it here—"

As soon as the child spoke, the old Wu Gong who had been walking in front suddenly turned around and snatched the rice bowl that Father Han had been holding in his hand, and threw it on the ground with his hands.After a crisp sound of the bowl breaking, the little boy's voice stopped abruptly. The old witch grabbed Father Han's hand and pulled it back, "It's done, let's go!"

Father Han didn't even look back at the little boy who fell on the ground, and hurriedly followed behind the old witch.

Not far away from the Earth Temple in Hanjiazhai, Han Yang, who had stopped breathing for more than six hours, began to heave his chest.

When the old witch and his party were leaving, Xi Rui just came down from the mountain after a day of witchcraft learning.

His family is not an enshrined wizard in Yangcun, but moved down from the mountain because Father Xi was able to earn some money. He is not a villager in the true sense of Yangcun. He just spent a sum of money to buy land and build a house here. Just live here.

Because they do not have the surname Yang, they cannot live in the village even though they have spent money, so the Xi family can only live outside the village near the river.Across a large field and a five or six meter high ridge, there is the river named Pingxi below.Every day after learning witchcraft from the grandfather on the mountain and returning home, he would be half envious to see a group of children by the river laughing and running home after taking a bath—although they are children, the habit of rejecting foreign names has been rooted from generation to generation In the hearts of all the local villagers.

But on this day, Xi Rui walked all the way to the main road into the village——Yangcun is surrounded by mountains and rivers.Xi Rui walked from her old home on the mountain to her new house by the river, just passing through the entire village—almost to her own door, and she didn't hear the children playing.

Turning the corner, I saw several older children forming a circle, and a seven or eight-year-old boy in blue shorts fell to the ground in the middle.Next to it, there are scattered rice grains and broken bowl pieces.Because she hadn't seen much, Xi Rui couldn't recognize the boy's name.

"What's going on?" Xi Rui frowned and asked a freckled little girl beside her.

The freckled girl looked at Xi Rui with a full face of awe, shrank her neck and pointed at the bridge across the river and said in a trembling voice: "A few guys fumbled over there just now, calling someone's name as they walked. Look at the stone. When I got there, I yelled at them and fell down without finishing my words." Pointing to the rice and bowls on the ground, "This one belongs to them."

When she saw the rice and the broken bowl on the ground, Xi Rui probably guessed what was going on, but she wasn't sure yet, because Grandpa said that there were not many people who would still use the substitute kill spell.And if you use this spell, you will suffer retribution, either in this life or in the next life, or yourself or your descendants.So even if they knew about it, few people would dare to use it, let alone pass it on.So now this spell is almost lost.

But now, to hear Freckles say——

Xi Rui stepped forward quickly, walked up to the boy, and touched his wrist pulse. The pulse was indeed getting slower and shallower.From this point of view, it was undoubtedly a scapegoat.

At this moment, a woman's panicked cry came from the road behind the village, "Stone! Stone! What happened to my stone? Stone! Stone..."

Xi Rui quickly got up and stepped aside to make way for the woman running over, so that she could see her child's situation in the middle of the road at a glance.

There was also a man with muddy legs, probably the father of that "stone".He didn't rush forward when he saw the child in panic like that woman did, but turned his head around among the children, and then met Xi Rui's eyes, "What's going on?"

Xi Rui pursed her lips and spit out two words, "Kill for me."

The man's face suddenly turned pale.The older children present also stared wide-eyed in panic, but the children under the age of ten looked at each other in a daze, and then pulled the older children present to ask what surrogate killing was.

"What about people?"

Xi Rui shook her head, and turned her gaze to Freckles beside her, who pointed at the bridge anxiously, "They're going to Han's Village."

"I'll go after him!" The man handed over the child on the ground to a man who followed, and looked at Xi Rui expectantly, seeing that Xi Rui didn't look at him at all, just gritted his teeth and chased in the direction indicated by the girl.

"Rui Rui," the woman on the ground wiped the tears off her face and got up to catch up. After taking two steps, she turned her gaze back, "You, can you go and invite your grandpa?"

Xi Rui shook her head, "It's too late." Without looking at the woman's pale face, Xi Rui looked at the adults in the village who rushed over one after another, "Did anything happen around here from last night to today?"

A woman who was related to the Han family village whispered from behind, "I heard that the child from the city drowned by the river this morning."

Xi Rui nodded, "Keep an eye on him," pointing to the stone whose breathing was getting weaker and weaker, "don't let him get close to the water." Turning around, he also ran in the direction of Han's village.