Nice to meet you [Quick Transmigration]

The villagers felt nervous when they thought of the strange illness, so they were all silent along the way. At this moment, the woman's voice was particularly harsh, and everyone was startled. The woman's husband cursed and said angrily: "Go well! Don’t keep yelling in surprise!”

The woman's body trembled, and she pointed to a bush in front of her and said, "I'm not mistaken, look there, I just felt that we have walked here several times, so I deliberately threw my daughter's red headband on the ground. there, now you see, you see—”

In the green grass, there was indeed a ray of red looming, and the man's scalp was numb. He walked forward a few steps under the watchful eyes of the villagers, pushed aside the grass leaves and picked up a red-haired rope. , Subconsciously said: "Yes, this is the girl's headband."

"Is it really a ghost hitting a wall?"

Everyone was discussing for a while. They were all uneasy because they saw the white cocoons enshrined in the ancestral hall turned into flying ash, and they seemed quite anxious at this moment.

Qiangzi, who was leading the way, was also uneasy, but he knew that if he admitted it at this moment, it would add to the chaos, so he insisted and said, "Where will some ghost hit the wall? This is clearly a warning from the mountain god. We need to concentrate on our way, otherwise I and the village I have been walking on this road for so many years, why have I never encountered a ghost hitting a wall?"

He was flustered in his heart, but he concealed it very well on his face, and sure enough he bluffed everyone. Although the villagers still had doubts, they didn't say anything suspicious after all, just how they murmured in their hearts was beyond Qiangzi's control.

However, after passing through the chaotic grass again, even Qiangzi couldn't say anything to justify. The villagers all showed panic, one shouted that it was the punishment of the mountain god, and the other cried and said that Qiangzi was wrong. Out of the way... The crowd formed a chaotic group, and for a while, no one dared to take another step, for fear of encountering ghosts hitting the wall again.

"I want to go back!"

The woman with the red band said in a high voice, she kept shaking her head, "This is a warning from the mountain god, the mountain god told us not to go forward, I want to go back!"

Perhaps it was because she was the first to discover the ghost hit the wall, and the woman's inner fear was greater than that of others. Her words undoubtedly shook the other villagers, and people began to talk about going back one after another.

Seeing that her idea was approved, the woman quickly took her husband's hand and turned around, and turned around and walked back on the mountain road. The rest of the villagers had different thoughts, but they didn't stop them. He looked in the direction of the two guides.

Qiangzi's face was also a little ugly. Even after running with the village chief for several years to do this sacrifice, he still felt a little uncomfortable. He was a farmer after all, and he felt that a big living person died in front of him. Terrified, not to mention that his neighbor brother died this time, it seems that he can still hear the hoarse crying of the other's mother in his ears.

"If you want to go, go, anyway, you have seen the ancestral hall." Qiangzi waved his hand impatiently, thinking of the thick smoke he saw in the distance before, his brows frowned, "Now that the village chief hasn't come back for so long, I'm afraid there was an accident, if you don't go to the mountain god to plead guilty, you just wait for the mountain god to punish you!"

Thinking of the torture they had suffered, everyone felt chills in their bones. After a while, only two or three people came out, expressing their intention to go back.

But before they even had time to turn around, their eyes widened in astonishment—

Isn't it the woman who turned around and left just now and her husband walking towards them?

There is only one narrow mountain road, and there is no other way because of the steep cliffs. Since they turned their heads, unless they can fly, it is impossible for them to walk back from the front.

The woman was also very surprised when she saw them, she immediately became frightened and limp, her legs collapsed on the ground. The man next to her managed to hold on and did not fall down, but his face was still pale with fright.

The way back was obviously impassable, but going forward was like headless chickens spinning around in place. A group of people were trapped on the mountain road like this. As time passed, everyone's emotions became more and more serious. Anxious, a few of the more fragile nerves even shouted and cursed angrily on the spot.

Qiangzi looked at everything that happened in front of him with a gloomy face. Seeing that several villagers even started to fight, he originally wanted to go up to stop him, but when he saw the sharp weapon in one person's hand, he thought of something. It was just a beat slower.

In just the blink of an eye, one of them had a long bloody mouth on his arm. The blood stimulated everyone's nerves and quieted down the noisy crowd.

"Stop it all, what does it look like to attack your own brother!" Qiangzi stopped him, and he watched the blood of the man next to him slowly dripping from his arm, forming a small puddle on the ground.

A moment later, a black butterfly slowly flew up from the cliff.

"Okay! Go forward!" Qiangzi breathed a sigh of relief, exchanged glances with his companion next to him, and walked forward first.

The rest of the villagers looked at each other, but seeing that the two of them were about to disappear in front of their eyes, they didn't dare to stay on this weird mountain road, and followed them up.

To their surprise, this time they quickly walked down the seemingly endless road. After a while, an ancient house covered by verdant ancient trees came into view.

"People are coming."

Xia Tian leaned on the window and looked out, frowned again, and complained in a low voice, "How many carnivorous butterflies are there in this place? Is this dead man's ditch a bug nest?"

Ghost hitting the wall is the most obvious and easy-to-break formation method. As long as a person is trapped in the formation and something breaks in, the ghost hitting the wall will naturally be broken without attacking.Sheng Li didn't intend to trap this group of people for a long time, but to his surprise, the villagers did not hesitate to attract carnivorous butterflies, and they wanted to escape at the cost of the lives of their relatives and friends.

But no matter what, since this group of people came, as the host, they should also go out to greet them.

Xia Tian straightened his clothes and was about to walk out of the small courtyard. After thinking for a while, he walked out with two tablets in his arms.

The aggressive group of people had lost their momentum when they were trapped by ghosts beating the wall. At this moment, when they walked in front of the ancient house, they were shoved and dared not go forward, let alone go in and talk to the "mountain god". They shouted the name of the village chief outside the door, hoping that their village chief would come out and tell them that the mountain god was not angry and would not bring disaster to them.

With a "squeak—" the vermilion lacquered door was opened from the inside, and the villagers outside the door were suddenly silent, watching a young man in a long gown come out holding a memorial tablet.

Like the village head, the villagers have never seen Xia Tian's face. Only Qiang Zi, who often accompanied the village head in charge of offering sacrifices, had seen the "Mountain God's Bride" in the photos, but only once or twice. That's all, so they didn't recognize it at first glance, but asked sternly: "Who are you? Where is our village chief?"

Holding the tablet in his hand, Xia Tian gave everyone a cold look, completely ignoring their pretentious fierce expressions, and said: "This place is my house, who are you?"

The villagers looked at each other in blank dismay for a moment, except that every person who followed the village chief to worship the mountain god was qualified to come here, it was the first time for them to come here today. How could they have heard that there was an owner in this house, let alone that the owner was still a young man? people.

Two younger men dared to look inside the door, but they saw that there was no one in the house. Xia Tian was obviously the only one in the house. After a while, under the encouragement of everyone, he rolled up his sleeves and walked towards him, threatening while walking: "Where are you a student from, do you know that this is the ditch of the dead..."

Before the words were finished, a gust of wind suddenly blew up, and the wind was mixed with white bones coming from nowhere. A pale palm bone happened to slap one of them face-to-face, and that person was already stunned. When tremblingly reaching out to take the bones off his face, he opened his mouth wide and wanted to scream, but no sound came out.

The corners of Xia Tian's lips were slightly curved, knowing that the owner was supporting him, so he became more confident, even if there was a mountain god, he would not be more powerful than Sheng Li.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help showing a slight smile on his face. He was about to speak, but he saw another commotion from the crowd at this moment. On the ground, there was only a piece of shriveled human skin left on the whole body, and the flesh and blood had been sucked dry at some point.

The villagers are more familiar with this scene than anyone else. This is the sacrifice chosen by the mountain god's attendants. After staying in the dead man's ditch for so many years, even if they had doubts, they still have the same words to the mountain god year after year. As long as he is convinced, not to mention that he failed to sacrifice to the mountain god in time for a year, and the whole village suffered from bone erosion for a whole year. So far, no one has dared to question the mountain god.

Now when they suddenly saw the flesh and blood of the people around them being sucked dry, their first reaction was not to ask about the cause of death or to restrain the bones, but to kneel down to Xia Tian in unison, calling him "Master Attendant" in unison.

"Master servant, please spare me!"

"The white cocoon enshrined in the ancestral hall turned into fly ash for some reason. Is the mountain god angry?"

Even Qiangzi, who knew the key and took the initiative to attract the carnivorous butterfly, couldn't help but shudder when he saw this scene. At this moment, he couldn't help but glance at Xia Tian again, his mind exploded, and he suddenly remembered that this person was People in the black and white photo held by the village chief.

Isn't that the bride of the mountain god?He is alive!

"It's the bride! It's the mountain god's bride..." Qiangzi's eyes straightened, and he pointed at Xia Tian.

Except for some young people, many old people in Dead Man's Valley have heard about the marriage of the mountain god.Legend has it that one year, the villagers offered a beautiful young man as a sacrifice to the mountain god. The mountain god was quite satisfied, and flowers bloomed in the ditch of the dead, and a hundred birds sang. , and even survived the epidemic that swept the country that year.From then on, when the villagers choose sacrifices again, they will try their best to choose those who look similar to the young man, hoping that the mountain god can choose again.

Xia Tian didn't know about it, and if he knew, he would laugh it off, not to mention the deserted marriage between him and Sheng Li, even if Sheng Li was really the so-called "mountain god", he really married the "mountain god". ", these people dare to choose someone to give to the owner. If the little fox sees them, they will scratch their faces, not to mention that if someone dares to give someone to Sheng Li, they will not only not get his blessing , I am afraid it will attract his wrath and punishment.

What's more, after the Yin marriage, Xia Tian left the dead man's ditch to look for Sheng Li's bones. Thinking about it, it might be a conjecture of future generations. In addition, thinking of the strange time flow in this small world, maybe those ten years were in my memory. The time period in which the reset occurred.

But at this moment, Xia Tian raised his hand and knocked on the door lightly, but the villagers who were always watching his movements quieted down with a few soft sounds, and they all looked up at him in unison.