I volunteer for the underworld

This village is not very big, the sacrificial procession should have finished walking around, and the music approached here again.Su Han said that they were looking for a "sacrifice", that is, uncle.

Their sacrifices cannot be performed without offerings.

I asked Su Han, is it dangerous for us to stay here?

Su Han reassured us, saying that the villagers dare not come here: "This place is where the wizards lived before, and they dare not come in casually."

"The wizard is not here, so you dare not come in?"

"A group of pedantic and superstitious people, even if they die, they can't change their deep-rooted stubborn thoughts. They still think that their disasters are punishments given to them by wizards."

Therefore, they have been stubbornly staying here, looking for the wizard's favorite "sacrifice", hoping that after offering it to the wizard, the wizard can continue to bless them.

Although I don't know what happened here before, but from Su Han's few words, I can also feel his disgust for these villagers.It's the first time I've seen Su Han, so clearly showing his disgust.

Downstairs, the villagers stopped in front of the ancestral hall again, bowed first, muttered something, and then left again. It seemed that they were still looking for sacrifices.

They probably thought that uncle and aunt were still hiding somewhere.

It's a good thing we're here, otherwise, uncle might really be arrested and used as a sacrifice, and I don't know how the sacrifice will be sacrificed?

I tried several methods in my brain, but I couldn't think of my uncle.

My aunt accepted the fact that she was a wizard here in her previous life, but her expression was a little subtle, as if she had thought of something, she said to her uncle: "It seems that we didn't live long in our previous lives."

Uncle was thinking about another thing: "So we knew each other in our previous life, wife, look, we are really a destined couple, right?"

My aunt continued his words: "Who said that we must be together in the previous life? There was something wrong with the social situation at that time. Would you be immersed in a pig cage?"

Uncle thought about it seriously, but he didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly smiled: "Underground love?"

"roll!"

I said, why don't you two accept it so quickly, and I'll just be on the sidelines, oh no, the spectator hasn't reacted yet, the two people's focus is completely off the mark, okay?Aren't we talking about how to get out of here?

Can you please respect the villagers who are patrolling below?

After listening to my complaints, my uncle patted my head: "What's the use of being anxious? You don't know what to do. Listen to what your family Su Han said."

My Su Han?Well, my thoughts were inevitably dragged back to the previous imagination, and the indignant questioning just now died down in an instant.

"By tomorrow, we need to find someone here, find him, and we can go out."

The uncle said: "But, there is no one here during the daytime. Not only is there no one, it's just... you will know at dawn."

Su Han was noncommittal, obviously he knew it, but he was not impatient, and we calmed down, or it was me, uncle and aunt who were not nervous at all.

After making sure that the villagers would not come in, they also went back to the room next door to rest. Su Han and I lay on the bed, unable to fall asleep after tossing and turning. We couldn’t help asking Su Han, what happened to my uncle and aunt in their previous lives?

Su Han was silent for a while and said: "It's better to give you a vaccination first, or you may go crazy when you see it yourself."

My heart immediately lifted.

"Wizards are chosen from childhood, and they will stay in the ancestral hall for the rest of their lives. Except for the sacrificial activities in the town, they cannot step out of the gate of the ancestral hall. Zhuang Ting has been in the ancestral hall for 20 years..."

What kind of era was that?The war is not over, but it seems that it has not begun. The center of the political circle maintains the illusion of peace. The literati use their pens as soldiers, and thousands of pride lay the foundation for the new era.

Su Han said that it was an era that was even more chaotic than when wars were raging.

At that time, there were only a few houses in the ancient trees, and they were built on the mountainside for the convenience of hunting.Due to the remote location and surrounded by mountains, if there is no one to guide the way, ordinary people would not even find such a village. It is also a rare and safe place in such an era.

Therefore, some big families moved here from other places one after another, turning an old place that would be destroyed at any time into a village.

Although the village is small, the people who live there are people from a certain family background.

My uncle moved there with his family at that time. He was studying abroad, he ate foreign ink, and his personality was not as different as other people who received traditional education.

The people here somewhat dislike uncle, but uncle has always been indifferent.

He was too lazy to be with those people. He usually played with the birds at home, and occasionally went out to drink with two friends, complaining all day long that it was too boring to be here.

But one day, when he came home, his face was full of excitement, and he no longer said he was bored.

He knew someone, someone he couldn't even say he knew.

That day, it happened to be the annual sacrificial ceremony, and my uncle was taken to the town by his friends to play. When he saw the wizard who was being carried by the crowd, wearing a heavy dress and wearing a bronze ghost mask, the uncle pointed to the wizard and asked his friend out of curiosity. what is it

Seeing this, the friend quickly pressed his uncle's hand: "Don't point, don't point, but you can't. That's a wizard, equivalent to the god here. If he sees it, you will be out of luck!"

Uncle didn't believe it, so he said casually: "Aren't wizards also human beings? Humans are human beings, how could they be gods? Superstition."

The friend repeatedly explained, saying how magical this wizard is, how he blesses the village with good weather, and whatever he says, my uncle just listened to it casually, and didn't believe it at all.

Seeing his indifferent attitude, my friend had no choice but to grab his shoulders and said seriously: "You don't have to listen to the rest, but you must remember one thing, never approach the wizard, once you see him, you must turn your head and leave .”

If he didn't say that, Uncle might not be curious, but when he said that, Uncle would have a little trouble in his heart.

Before the sun set, the villagers carried the wizard back to the ancestral hall and closed the gate.

After dinner, my uncle suddenly remembered the figure who looked a little thin even though he was hiding under the heavy dress. With a thought, he jumped out of the window and came to the ancestral hall in the dark.

The gate of the ancestral hall is always closed, but it will not be locked. People inside will not come out, and people outside will not take the initiative to go in. However, there are unrestrained people like uncle.

He pushed open the door and walked in swaggeringly.

The moment the door was pushed open, the wizard who was offering incense in front of the divine case, that is, the aunt, turned around in surprise, this was the first time the two met.

Since then, my uncle has often sneaked into the ancestral hall at night, chatting, drinking, and playing chess, but no matter what, my uncle always loses, and he doesn't care. He often talks about interesting things outside with his aunt. Just look forward to it.

My uncle wanted to take my aunt out many times secretly, but my aunt was unwilling, or dared not. Is it possible for my uncle to meet someone who does not dislike him? My uncle regards him as a bosom friend, but this bosom friend is trapped in this cold ancestral hall He wished he could demolish the ancestral hall so that this bosom friend could go out to meet the sun.

But he couldn't say that. He accidentally mentioned it once, and his father almost broke his leg. It took half a month of recuperation before he could go to find his aunt again.

When Su Han said this, there was a slight anger between his brows, I knew something must happen.

"And then? What happened to them?"

"Later, Zhuang Ting secretly went to see Xu Chuyi, and was discovered. It is taboo for a wizard to meet outsiders privately. Once discovered, he will be punished."

And it's not an ordinary punishment, it's the cruelest punishment by burning. A wizard is also a human being, so how could he not die if he was really tortured by burning himself?

It just so happened that in those few days, it was always raining, and several people who walked the mountain road accidentally fell down. The villagers attributed all these situations to the wizard, thinking that he broke the rules and was no longer worthy of being a wizard.

Therefore, those pedantic villagers, because of a rain, have already decided the life and death of the wizard.

But in the end, the wizard did not die.

Because there is no next suitable wizard candidate, the villagers can only keep him until the next wizard is found.

The dead man was Zhuang Ting.

That day, the ancestral hall where the wizard lived was opened, and two people came in carrying a wooden plank. There seemed to be a person lying on the wooden plank, covered with a white cloth.The villagers smiled respectfully and mocked, saying that this was the wizard's favorite sacrifice, so it was natural to offer it.

The wizard looked at the outline under the white cloth, and had a terrible guess in his heart. He asked the villagers what it was?

No one answered him, sneered and exited, closing the door.

With trembling hands, the wizard lifted the white cloth, revealing a charred corpse underneath.

What Su Han said was very concise, and he didn't go into details about the specific plot. With just a few words, I burst into tears.

"Is it uncle? The sacrifice?"

"Yes."