Hit ghost

After Xie Jin said "living sacrifice", the other two did not speak. Judging from the similar expressions on their faces, it was obvious that everyone wanted to go together.

"Wang Zhong's incident made me a little worried, so that now I see children are very sensitive." Xie Jin's voice is not loud, he really wants to hear rebuttals, whether it is gentle or disciplined, he hopes that The two were able to dismiss this dangerous thought to themselves.

But in fact, no one objected, which amplified Xie Jin's uneasiness.

If the so-called "Sacrifice of the Holy Child" was as he had guessed, how many times did sacrifices occur in the shaman ritual ceremony in Badong Village?

In this long river of history, how many children have been killed with such absurd reasons in this village that has long been deeply rooted in the mountains?

"It's hard to say about the sacrifice of living people. At least we can't jump to conclusions now that we don't have substantive evidence."

Wen Liang's deep voice interrupted Xie Jin's thoughts. He sighed and broke the short silence, "But in the early years, it was not uncommon to use virgin boys and girls to sacrifice to pray for blessings, and I have encountered them before."

Feeling the surprised gazes of the other two, he subconsciously stroked the long pipe pinned to his waist, and Wen Liang rubbed it lightly with his fingertips, "In the old days, human life was worthless, otherwise, how do you think Tong Yu Yu came here? "

"You mean to say that Tongtong Yuyu is a sacrificial priest..." Xie Jin looked at Wen Liang in disbelief, and the speed of his speech sped up due to surprise, so that he bit the tip of his tongue and abruptly said the word "sacrifice" swallowed.

Wen Liang nodded, looking forward with his pale eyes, as if he saw something from a long time ago, "It's all about old rotten rice, and it's not worth mentioning now. I personally feel that the two children are now The life happiness index is not bad.”

Letting out a short chuckle, as if talking to himself, Wen Liang closed the online booklet, "If I had taken a step faster at that time, even if it had been a quarter of an hour, they might not have stayed by my side in the ghostly way they are now gone."

"The paper figurines are actually the possessions you got for them." Ji Duan roughly guessed one or two based on his knowledge of the two little ghost heads, but he still had some confusion, "I have a question, Since they are paper people, why do they appear in the form of smokers?"

Wen Liang stared at the black smoke spontaneously coming out of the pipe, and tapped lightly with his index finger, as if warning the two little ghosts boarding inside. "I wander around, so I can't run around with two paper pricks on my back, don't you think it's a bit suspicious?"

"So I burned the possessed paper man to black ashes. Rather than saying that they are paper man, it is more appropriate to describe them as smokers."

"It's hard work for you to take care of the two babies alone." Patting Wen Liang on the shoulder rarely, every hair on Ji Duan's face seemed particularly sincere, "Let him pass the past, Tongtong Yuyu is not easy, Even with this appearance, aren't those two little devils still accompanying you well?"

"Unexpectedly, there will be a day when I will be comforted by you, Lao Ji, you are so disgusting." Wen Liang hooked the corners of his lips towards Ji Duan, a faint wry smile disappeared on his face, Wen Liang looked straight, and looked at the missing page in his hand again thread bound booklet.

"Okay, now is not the time to talk about this. Since Zhao Dong left this biography here, it means that he wanted us to know something from it, but it was torn into pieces... It seems that he just intends to provide Our Holy Child is a clue, rather than directly telling us everything."

Wen Liang took out his mobile phone and took pictures of all the used parts in the thread-bound booklet for backup. After doing this, the three of them searched for other clues about the holy boy sacrifice in this not too big room.

They were busy for nearly 15 minutes before, and finally they only found some records about shaman sacrifices.

"It seems to be roughly the same as what I saw when I checked the information." Xie Jin carefully flipped through the clues he found. All the information about the shaman sacrifice was recorded in the bamboo slips, which were divided into two volumes. Judging by the clear black ink on it, it should be near Several years of manuscripts, not antiquities.

The bamboo slips in the first volume recorded the origin of the shamando myth and the composition of the family gods, and the second volume only slightly mentioned the offerings and tributes.

They focused on the second volume of the bamboo slips that recorded the sacrifices. Apart from offering incense and steamed buns, the only meat sacrifice was a castrated male pig that was completely black and had no hairs. There was no record of the holy boy in the bamboo slips.

"That's gone?" Ji Duan stared at the bamboo slips with a limited number of words. There is no such thing as a holy boy. This bamboo slip records only the most common shaman sacrificial rituals.

Ji Duan couldn't be more clear in his heart, because when Tan Jiang hadn't set off, Xie Jin would always check with him repeatedly with the thick materials he had sorted out.

"That old thief seems to only intend to provide us with limited information." Wen Liang rolled up the bamboo slips and put them back in their original place. Even the thread-bound booklet that they had watched repeatedly just now was laid out in its original appearance and placed on the sink. On a table made of wood.

A strong sense of peeping emerged again, and they didn't stop this time. They found the door to the next room and walked in quickly.

"Everyone, long time no see." As soon as they opened the door and entered, Zhao Dong's unique hoarse voice came from the front, and the three of them looked up almost at the same time, and found that this was actually the entrance of Zhao's house.

Zhao Dongduan was sitting on a high platform not far away, squinting his invisible eyes covered by the soft flesh, and smiling at them sinisterly.

"Mr. Zhao was joking. We just met at Li's house not long ago." Wen Liang met Zhao Dong's gaze with a standard smile. There were no other people in the hall except the four of them. The so-called banquet should be at Zhao Dong's place. Sit on that high platform.

"I heard from my family that the three of you came here early in the morning, but it took me so long to see me, you must have lost your way." Zhao Don asked knowingly, beckoning them to come, "The food is cold, I let Take it down and replace it with a new one.”

"Don't bother." Wen Liang made a gesture in a blind spot that Zhao Dong couldn't see. He looked around and found the stairs leading to the high platform, and walked towards it first.

Xie Jin naturally didn't dare to fall behind too much, he hurriedly pulled Ji Duan to follow behind, and went up to the high platform together.

The entrance of the Zhao family hall is much larger than that of the Li family, and the decorations are much more magnificent than the down-and-out Li family's ancestral house. Just looking at this point and combining the cause and effect seen in the online booklet, one can guess that the Zhao family probably replaced the Li family. Occupy a high position in the village.

Staring at Wen Liang's long hair swaying from side to side, Xie Jin suddenly noticed the cloth bag with Qu Wan's head on his back.

The linen-brown cloth bag was soaked in blood, although it was placed behind Zhao Dong's eyes, but this was not a solution, even if she didn't get close, Qu Wan's head was still smelling of blood, and sooner or later she would be exposed.

"If it's for dinner, I don't think there's any need for it." Wen Liang sat down straight away, and under the watchful eyes of the two people behind him, he took off the cloth bag and put it beside him, seemingly not afraid of Zhao Dong's scrutinizing eyes.

"This old man is ignorant, I don't know what is in this cloth bag?" Zhao Dong continued to pretend to be confused, his eyes followed Wen Liang's movement.

Wen Liang just let him look up and down, and the harmless smile seemed to be welded on his face, "Inside? Oh, it's just a friend of mine, Mr. Zhao, guess what."

After a pause on purpose, Wen Liang smiled like a flower, "...I actually found the friend we lost outside the village in the inner room of the Zhao Mansion, and what I found was not her whole body."

As he said, he took Qu Wan's head out without any hesitation. Ji Duandang and Xie Jin behind him didn't expect Wen Liang to make such a crazy move. Before he could stop him, most of Qu Wan's face was exposed. out.

When the woman's head with a strong smell of blood appeared on the dining table, a crack appeared on Zhao Don's face no matter how well-disguised he was.

Qu Wan was seriously injured this time, her originally beautiful face seemed to be disfigured at this time, most of her skin was covered with a bulge like a blister, and if you look closely, there seemed to be something still slightly wriggling under the bulge with.

Seeing this, Wen Liang stretched out his fingertips to pinch the point exposed outside the bulge, pressed his two fingers on the bulge hard, and he pulled out a small red snake full of blood from under the skin of Qu Wan's face.

Probably because his movement was too sudden, and because of his strength, Qu Wan let out a sharp cry, together with the black and red blood gushing out, the smell of blood in the air became even more intense.

"Mr. Zhao, can you give me an explanation?" Wen Liang squeezed the red snake that was still scurrying in front of Zhao Don, and the stench of the juice merged with the soup of the dishes on the table. This action successfully made Zhao Don's eyebrows twitch Jump naturally.

On that wrinkled face, no slight expression could hide from Wen Liang's gaze.

"What's the explanation? This old man can't understand what you're talking about." Zhao Dong couldn't help but watch with pain on his face as he watched Wen Liang throw the red snake aside, and the veins on his forehead seemed to be bulging.

Wen Liang ignored Qu Wan's eyes that wanted to kill him, sat there with her head in his arms, and began to draw out the red snakes inside one by one.

Those red snakes have the same shape as those in the glass jar, except that on Qu Wan's face they are the size of earthworms, they seem to be hatched from the eggs laid by those red snakes, pinching them one by one to burst the juice, there is a thrill of curiosity.

Xie Jin bit the bullet, and resisted the urge to hide aside. He almost froze when he saw Wen Liang pull out the first red snake, and then realized that the reason why Qu Wan was soaked in that snake The reason in the glass jar.

... This is treating her as nourishment for those red snakes.

"You, what are you doing, stop!" These red snakes seemed to be very important to Zhao Dong, and it wasn't until he rushed over to snatch Qu Wan's head from Wen Liang that Zhao Dong realized that he had lost his composure.

"Why did you tell me to stop?" Wen Liang shook the sticky and smelly liquid from his hands, and he threw the crushed red snake corpse into the plate in front of him, "I'm saving my friend, do I want to watch her die? Is the blood sucked clean by these snakes?"

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Qu Wan: You are amazing and you are noble, you use other people's faces as a joke, if you can't beat him, I will beat him sooner or later