The black vortex restarted, and Ye Wujian left the place that made him sad in tears, and at the same time, he deleted his memory, if Li Juan's death made him miserable, then he was willing to forget it forever.

And the next place that Ye Wujian came to was actually the prestigious ghost capital.

"Pretty dolls, safflower flowers, dragging braids to marry Helang~"

Four red-faced villagers carried a sedan chair and sang a ballad to the town and village river in Luoyang Village. In the eyes of outsiders, this may be a family that marries a girl or a daughter-in-law. But those who are familiar with Luoyang Village know that behind this festive marriage, there is endless sadness and unwillingness.

Luoyang Village is a dilapidated and impoverished mountain village. Legend has it that when the emperor passed by in a war, he saw that the mountains and rivers here were pleasant and even had the heart of the dragon, so he waved his knife and had Luoyang. In the years since, Luoyang Village has been blessed with great blessings. has been passed down from generation to generation, and there have been many big shots.

But this Luoyang Village is also a blessing.

Hundreds of years later, because of the decision to split the mountain and build a road, the fate of the people of this village was changed. Strange to say, the road was originally repaired well, but as long as it touched the soil of the mountain behind the village, either the machine broke down or someone had an accident. This back and forth, no matter how wooden the people are, they also see some doorways. So everyone got together to discuss, these three times and two accidents, the road can not be repaired.

The knowledgeable young people in the village didn't think anything of it. Especially Dazhu, who has been working outside for many years. "I said Uncle Chang, if this road is not repaired well, why will the villagers be poor for several lifetimes."

"Yes, Uncle Chang, as the old saying goes, if you want to get rich, build roads first. You can't stop the whole village from getting rich just because of a few accidents, right? Facing the silent old Uncle Chang, Li Yuan, a college student in the village, also began to shout.

When it comes to making a fortune, the people in the village are all moved. For a while, most people were in favor of continuing to build the road. But the old Uncle Chang, who had a certain status in the village, still sat curled up in the corner, trembling and smoking the old dry cigarette without saying a word. Just when the whole village couldn't hold back and was ready to carry the guy to continue building the road, Uncle Chang made a move.

Looking up and exhaling a smoke ring, in the hazy smoke, he told everyone present. "The mountain god is angry, I'm afraid this road can't be repaired."

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and after hearing this, the villagers believed it and disbelieved. After all, this old Uncle Chang still has a lot of research on ghosts and gods. All of a sudden, things were at an impasse. But Yang Cong, a college student village official who came later, did not believe in this evil. He made a final decision and decided to continue building the road tomorrow as usual.

Now that the matter was settled, the villagers who had gathered together returned home in twos and threes. After everyone dispersed, Old Uncle Chang, who was huddled in the corner, spat out a mouthful of blood. Then, as if under the spell, he fell to his knees, facing the mountain behind him, and was dying.

Uncle Chang, who has been busy all his life for Luoyang Village, has not died well. Some people say that he leaked too many heavenly secrets, but he still did not stop the villagers from building roads.

And the catastrophe in Luoyang Village finally came.

After finishing Uncle Chang's funeral, Luoyang Village began a road repair plan again. When the machine that broke the mountain drove to the locust forest in the back mountain, an evil wind suddenly blew and squinted a group of people. When I came back to my senses, it was as if nothing had happened.

When the mountain was halfway through, some villagers dug up a small sarcophagus, which was pitch black all over, and it was cold in their hands. But the people present were curious, so they took it in their arms and continued to dig it up.

"Ah, get out of the way!" Dazhu waved his arms and shouted as he ran.

I saw that behind the big pillar, there was a mountain-breaking machine that had lost control, like a rampaging elephant, rushing towards the dense crowd. Everywhere I went, flesh and blood blurred.

In less than a few minutes, more than half of the villagers present died. Including Dazhu and Li Yuan, who supported the construction of the road at that time.

Before the surviving villagers could come back to their senses, they suddenly raised their shovels and slashed at the people around them as if they had lost their souls. Change is a matter of moments, and all the living life is breathless on this strange back mountain.

Bright red blood soaked the brown earth, but instead of coagulating, it seemed to be given new life, and it was soaked up by the surface with a gurgling bubble.

However, the small sarcophagus in the villager's arms came out of a cloud of black gas, which penetrated into his seven orifices along the placket of the villager's clothes. After a while, I saw that the original dead villager actually stood up as if he was alive, even the hanging head was raised, and a cold smile slowly spread from the corner of his mouth.

"Luoyang Village, this king wants you to be buried with the whole village."

The yin wind gusted, and overnight in Luoyang Village, life and death were decided.

The sun is about to set on the mountain, and the wives and children who can't wait for their families to come back have gone to the back mountains to look for people.

The village chief's daughter-in-law, Aunt Xiang, looked impatient, and the family prepared a meal waiting for him to come back and eat together, but it was dark this day, and there was no one in sight.

"Ah, Haizi, have you finished building roads? Have you seen your Uncle Xu? This meal has been heated several times, and he is still nowhere to be seen. Aunt Xiang walked towards a person, her steps stiff, but she walked towards her step by step with a smile on her face.

"What's wrong with you kid today, what are you laughing at when your aunt asks you?" Aunt Xiang, who looked puzzled, hurriedly took a few steps closer.

"Follow me~"

These three words seemed to have magical power, which made Aunt Xiang, who was originally angry, instantly become quiet, and her limbs hung down weakly, followed Haizi, and walked towards the entrance of Luoyang Village. Along the way, all the villagers who met Haizi would become the same as Aunt Xiang as long as they talked.

After a while, the whole village basically followed behind Haizi. A mighty group of people staggered through the village. A breath of death enveloped the entire Luoyang Village.

The leading Haizi is still holding a baby girl who has just completed the moon in her arms, and the child is not crying, quiet like a porcelain doll.

"Heh~ It's here."

Knock knock, everyone knelt straight towards the river at the head of the village, bowed their heads and kowtowed, and shouted in unison "Long live the water god Niangniang, long live the water god Niangniang~"

But Haizi in the mouth of the villagers suddenly had tears in his eyes, picked up the water in the river, and drank it with a snort. "Shui'er, I'm looking for you."

"Shui'er, have you seen it, I brought you a big gift."

"Shui'er, let their children and grandchildren repay the debts of the ancestors of Luoyang Village! This king will reforge your flesh with the flesh of these hundred. The more Haizi spoke, the more excited he became, and finally he pulled Aunt Xiang at the front, unscrewed off her head, and pressed her bare neck into the river. All of a sudden, the originally dead river was surging and agitating like a living body, like the gastric juice in the human body, wave after wave, and the body of the fragrant aunt became like a piece of paper.

Haizi saw the situation in front of him and was overjoyed. Open her black and yellow teeth, roll the paper a few times, and swallow it in one gulp.

The rest of the villagers were also in the same situation as Aunt Xiang, seeing that the water was getting more and more turbid, and the silhouette of a black woman gradually appeared.

Haizi's eyes seemed to be infused with some kind of mysterious panic. "How, how is it possible!" He didn't care about breaking the villagers' heads any longer, so he fled in a hurry.

As soon as he left, the surviving villagers regained consciousness, and they all looked at the steaming river in front of them in confusion, not knowing how to react.

There was a bang, and a woman appeared in the water.

The whole body is blood red, the green tendons are bursting up, the two eyes are full of whites, there are valgus wounds on the body, and there is a blooming flower on the left chest.

She slowly floated on the water, stretched out her slender hand, pinched an orchid finger, and said to herself, "Benxian saved you, but the feng shui of Luoyang Village has changed, and if you want to keep your side peaceful in the future, you have to support Benxian until Wenqu Xing descends to earth." Do you want to wait? ”

Things have come to such a point that who dares to say half a word of complaint, and the few dozen remaining villagers hurriedly kowtow to show their submission.

The woman in the water was also very satisfied, changed her hand and continued to pinch the orchid finger and said: "On the first day of the first lunar month, the sedan chair dyed by the daughter in the red moon, the pretty widow of the man who just died in the village, and the wedding dress made of paper. All of them were prepared for the immortals, and they were carried to the house lively. If there is no mistake, this immortal will ensure that your Luoyang Village is rich every year. ”

After speaking, the villagers lying on the ground sweated coldly. It turned out that the strange woman in front of him was actually the legendary Kawaro.

If you want to talk about this river lang, the first thing people think of is the river god. But the two are very different.

Ha Lang is neither a god nor a ghost, just a greedy existence. His female Kawaro is far more powerful than his male. And this female Helang who appeared in Luoyang Village is the overlord of Helang. When it comes to the good and evil of this Helang, no one can say for sure, because Helang's actions all depend on his personal mood.

But all the rivers in the world have only one hobby. The color word is the head. And it's just women. So there is the fact that this female river lang wishes that Paul Yang Village will be rich every year, just in exchange for the famous beauty of Luoyang Village.

When the villagers responded to the request of the river lang, she twisted her body happily and dived into the water.

After experiencing this turmoil, Luoyang Village fell into a dead silence for a while. The village, which used to have hundreds of people, has become less than a hundred. At night, every house will hear the sound of crying, some mourning for their husbands, and some mourning their loved ones.

But things will pass, and a month later, a big event happened in the village. The daughter-in-law of the Lao Luo family gave birth to quintuplets, and they were all girls. This is a great thing for Luoyang Village, which lacks population, and it also ignites the passion of the whole village to live and gives them hope to renew the incense.

As the days passed, people gradually forgot the agreement with Kawaro.