I volunteer for the underworld

Suddenly someone knocked on the door, I was startled, Su Han has already opened the door quickly, it was uncle and aunt standing outside the door, Su Han signaled them to keep their voices down.

I don't know if it was my illusion, but when the knock on the door sounded just now, the music seemed to stop for a moment.

The aunt said in a low voice: "This music should be a sacrifice. Zhuang Ting and I just caught up with it once in the town. It didn't exist yesterday. Why did it suddenly appear today? Do you know anything?"

Su Han walked to the window, opened some windows gently, and motioned us to look down.

We tiptoed over, hid in the darkness, and looked down quietly.Under the silvery moonlight, one could see a long procession below, with three people in front wearing gaudy costumes and masks with green faces and fangs, dancing strange dances while walking.Behind them, people with different musical instruments are playing music.

Behind, followed by the villagers who paid nine steps and one worship. They all closed their eyes and shouted neat slogans, which I couldn't understand because it was in dialect.

Su Han closed the window and asked, "What was the sacrifice you saw?"

Uncle and aunt looked at each other, a little dazed.My aunt frowned and said: "I thought it was a bit strange at the time, but now I think about it, I understand that the general sacrifice has a clear purpose of sacrifice, but the one in the town didn't seem to be there. Those people just walked around all the streets. gone back."

"That's because they couldn't find their gods. The ceremony was not a sacrifice, but a summoning of their gods."

I thought of that huge stone statue. The god worshiped here was the sorcerer, and that sorcerer had the same face as my aunt.

But looking at the reactions of my uncle and aunt, it didn't seem like they knew the stone statue. After asking, sure enough, they didn't see the stone statue, which was strange.

"A stone statue that looks like your aunt?" The uncle glanced at his aunt, with a sour tone, and said depressedly, "Isn't it your suitor? Seeing that you are married to me, so I ran to this deep mountain and old forest to give you the statue." Carved a stone statue to commemorate my dead love?"

My aunt glanced at him lightly, and didn't bother to talk to him, and asked me: "Are you sure it's the same as me? Where is it? We stayed in the town for two days, walked around everywhere, and didn't see any stone statues."

The stone statue is so conspicuous, as long as you cross the street, you will definitely see it when you look up. They didn't see it, probably because the stone statue wasn't there when they went.

But the people in that town are obviously very familiar with the stone statue, everyone knows it, so the stone statue must have existed for a long time.I have an intuition in my heart that the stone statue may really be related to my aunt.Could it be that the stone statue reappeared after the aunt came?

I showed them the photo of the stone statue, and both of them were also full of disbelief.

"How could this be?" murmured my aunt.

The music downstairs gradually faded away, Su Han still whispered: "You saw that the parade was a call, but this one tonight is a sacrifice. Guess what the sacrifice is?"

"Could it be us?" I guessed cautiously.

Su Han shook his head, I breathed a sigh of relief, and he continued: "It's not us, to be precise, it's Zhuang Ting."

"Me? I'm a sacrificial offering?" Uncle was very calm, pointing to his nose, his expression was not surprised, but amused.

My aunt also had an indescribable expression: "What is the standard for this sacrificial offering? I have also read some books about ancient sacrificial activities. Even if there are occasional sacrifices made by humans, they are either boys and girls, or young boys who have just grown up. Young girl, Zhuang Ting...except for being bigger, but it's not about choosing pigs and sheep, how does he meet the requirements?"

The uncle was speechless and looked at his aunt for a while, and found that his aunt didn't look at him at all, so he pawed his aunt and asked her to face him: "Honey, are you comparing me to a pig and sheep?"

My aunt looked at him for a moment, then comforted her husband and said, "You are much more useful than pigs and sheep, at least..."

Uncle looked at him expectantly.

"At least you're bigger..."

"Am I only big? I'm also very..."

The aunt immediately gagged: "Shut up, idiot!"

I rolled my eyes and said, "I've really convinced you, is it time to discuss big or small issues? We're discussing sacrifices! Sacrifice!"

The aunt apologized: "I'm sorry, let's continue. Why was Zhuang Ting chosen as a sacrifice?"

Su Han looked at them, and seemed to be looking at the souls in their bodies through them. He said before that the uncle and aunt ended in tragedy in the past three lives, and it was hard to get together in this life. Could it be related to this? ?

"That's because the god here likes him the most."

My aunt's complexion changed slightly, and the breath around her body cooled down visibly, and she asked, "Who is the god here?"

"You." Su Han looked at him and said.

My aunt opened her eyes wide and said in surprise, "Me?"

"That stone statue is the god here and the wizard at that time. You and Zhuang Ting lived in this place in the last life."

"Ridiculous!" Uncle grabbed aunt's hand, pulled him behind him, looked at Su Han and said, "Just because of that stone statue like him, do you say we lived here before? What past and present lives? Do you have proof?"

Su Han calmly said: "You don't need to believe it now, anyway, you will soon know what's going on."

My aunt quickly calmed down, or rather, he has been very calm, which is what I admire about my aunt, as if no matter what happens, he can maintain a stable mood.In this regard, uncle is not as good as him.

Uncle is usually a very stable person, but once things have to do with aunt, he is easily irritable.Because they got married relatively early, they were still in school after they got married, and they didn't hide their relationship as husband and wife. Some classmates couldn't understand this kind of relationship. After knowing the relationship between the latter two, they spoke behind their backs.

My aunt has always turned a blind eye to this, but my uncle is different. It doesn't matter what you say about him. Once the aunt is not good, he can immediately fight with others.

However, he is tall and strong, and his physical fitness is very strong. If you fight with him, you are looking for death. He is often beaten up. After a few times, those who are not used to it will learn to shut up.

Without those unpleasant voices, my uncle is still a steady and gentle senior, deeply admired by his juniors and younger sisters.

This was even more so after work. My uncle had his own studio, and he always followed a mature style. Even the office was hung with paintings and calligraphy that value harmony.

My aunt is a literary editor. She is busy all day long, and sometimes she doesn't even care to go home. She is a workaholic. The four words of gentleness and jade are the best words to describe my aunt.

But this is the image in the eyes of outsiders.

"I thought about it for a while. What do you mean, the purpose of someone bringing us here is to wake up that wizard, that is, me in the previous life? And Zhuang Ting is a sacrifice for sacrifice? Or to wake me up? Sacrifice, is that so?"

Su Han nodded: "That's right, it shouldn't be a coincidence that the two of you came here?"

Uncle held aunt's hand tightly, and was patted lightly by aunt. The comforting movement made uncle's hand relax.

It was indeed no accident that they came here. They had just set off from home and met a person in the car who also came out to play.The man spoke in a humorous and witty way, just like them, he was walking and playing. The three chatted speculatively, and they set off together.

The direction they traveled was largely influenced by that person, and the reason why they came to this ancient tree was also the suggestion of that person.

My aunt said that after the man took them into the old tree, he disappeared.

Uncle and aunt discovered the problem on the first night here, but unfortunately it was too late, and they could no longer contact the outside world.

I remembered that message, so I asked, my uncle was a little puzzled and said, "When did I send you a message?"

I showed the message to him, and my uncle glanced at it and asked my aunt, "Did you send it?"

My aunt also shook her head, neither of them sent me that message, who would it be?

Their mobile phones have never left their bodies, and it is strange here that the power will be cut off in the early morning, and the daytime is another scene. The time they can use is only between [-]:[-] and [-]:[-] in the evening, and they have to use this time to find way out.

Therefore, they have always carried their mobile phones with them, and they have been looking for signals, trying to contact the outside world, but they have not been able to contact them.

"Could it be when you were dreaming?"

"Do you think everyone is like you, and dreams are so unique?"

I wondered, did I do something unique in my dreams before?