"Wu Chao, are you awake?" Song Qiulan on the side saw that I was conscious, and hurriedly stretched out her right hand and pressed it on my forehead, until the temperature of my body entered her palm, and the expression on her face changed from anxious to reassured, "Okay, the fever has subsided, it should be fine." ”

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay." As soon as Qin Chu heard Song Qiulan's words, he stopped what he was doing, and instead followed my shirt to my forehead, and once again confirmed his body temperature.

I looked at Qiulan's face and felt a little dazed, she was holding a pile of clothes on her chest, the same one I had been exchanged for by the copper-faced woman in the village, and the two of them must have found my clothes and rings so that I could get out of the dream.

"Put it on, we're leaving!"

I took my clothes, barely stood up and nodded, and was just about to change when I suddenly remembered that there was another person beside me. Qin Chuyi seemed to feel my gaze, and said with a cheap smile: "Don't forget, I'm blind, I can't see anything." "An innocent face.

In the end, I hurriedly changed my clothes and shoes, and suddenly I felt much more comfortable, and my hands and feet could be stretched.

"Okay, let's go, if you don't leave, the people from the village will come over again!" Before Qiulan could finish speaking, there was a sound of footsteps in the distance, mixed with the familiar local dialect, and it reached the wooden house.

Qiulan thought about it and immediately said to us: "Let's go, hide in the grass outside first!" ”

The three of us immediately picked up what we were holding, ran out of the hut, and leaped into the tall grass next to us, burying our whole bodies in a lush green. Although this is the season when birds and insects are in abundance, there is a strange silence inside the mountain, as if all living beings have died.

It didn't take long for the owner of the footsteps to finally appear in front of me. I finally figured out who had been bringing me food, and who wouldn't let me out. Those old-looking men should be respected old people in the village, they sat in a wooden palanquin, their bodies were almost embedded in it, and they still insisted on going up the mountain at an old age.

The rest was a younger man, but he looked to be in his forties or fifties, and the woman next to him was one of the few in the village who could speak Mandarin. Woman wrapped in a headscarf.

They stood at the wooden doorway for a while. It seems to be listening to the movement in the house. Probably not hearing the same shouts as yesterday, the turban woman was stunned, turned her head and looked at the old man suspiciously. Then he let go of the fruit bowl he was about to throw at me, turned and trotted two steps, walked to the wooden door, and pressed his face against the crack in the door. The atmosphere did not dare to come out.

"Eh, what are they doing?" Qin Chuyi whispered into my ear. He couldn't see anything. Squatting in the grass was boring, and I couldn't speak loudly, so I could only ask questions.

"I'll tell you when they're gone, you should rest for a while. Don't talk. ”

There was no sound except for the squeak of the turban woman walking on the plank. I looked at her without blinking, wondering what they would do when they arrived. Is it the same as I thought before.

After confirming that there was no movement in the room, the turban woman's expression changed from confusion to horror. The whole face is magnified. She trotted over to the old man, muttered something, then nodded with a frown, walked to the door and unlocked the wooden door.

I was shocked that I didn't pay attention to the lock on the door when I went out just now. Seeing my horror, Song Qiulan turned her head and smiled at me, I realized what I had missed, she had all settled in.

Sure enough, the men found no sign that the lock had been opened, and rushed to the house in a hurry. Even the centenarian who was almost embedded in the sedan chair just now, with the support of the middle-aged man beside him, stood up tremblingly, and walked towards the door of the wooden house with one breath at a time.

At this moment, all that was left in the wooden house was the red and white dress I had exchanged for and all kinds of heavy metal ornaments.

The turban woman immediately burst into a scream, and a "ah" drew a middle-aged man outside the door.

He let out a loud shout, as if to accuse the woman of panic, pushed open the door and walked in, taking out my dress. I was surprised to find that the clothes that had been clean were stained with Morisen's blood, as if they had just been dragged out of a pool of blood.

The old man holding on to the wall trembled a few times when he saw this, his knees fell to the ground with weakness, and then the whole person fell to the ground, showing a strange kneeling posture. The rest of the people followed the old man's example, kneeling on the spot, and reciting sad words in their mouths.

Finally, the middle-aged man wrapped my changed clothes and the ornaments, bowed in each of the four directions of the mountain, and threw them on the roof with a sharp force.

It dawned on me that those who had died of sacrifice, no matter how much was left in the end, would be thrown on the roof until the blood dripped down the cracks between the veins of the hut and onto the floor of the house.

Syllable.

The voices were the endless cries of the dead.

The trail in the mountains is so narrow that it can barely accommodate one person. The three of us followed one by one, taking advantage of the gap after the group left, and went from another route to the mountain village where Luo Li's house was.

"How did you find out there's a shortcut here?" I asked as I pushed aside the weeds around me.

Qiulan didn't look back, and her voice followed the wind in the mountains and forests: "It was a girl who brought us here, and she said she had seen you." ”

A girl? I was stunned, and then I thought of the girl who had put vermilion paint into my eyes during the ritual dressing process, could it be her?

"Let's go, she'll meet us in the mountains."

Sure enough, a little further up the hill, at the end of the woods, we could see a navy blue color that was completely different from the green and yellow leaves, and the figure shook and waved at us. When Qiu Lan saw this signal, she immediately stretched out her hand and waved, and I helped Qin Chuyi to walk slowly towards her.

The girl looked back cautiously, and when she was sure that no one was coming, she came reassuringly. I'm not sure if she was the three women who changed my clothes, after all, they were all wearing brass masks.

"Let's go, go to my house, they're all going to the sacrifice now!" The girl said neatly.

I was amazed at how fluent I was in Mandarin, and there were so few people in the village who could communicate with me that I finally didn't have to guess based on their expressions as they spoke. But her face was still very new to me, and I looked at her in a daze, not knowing what to do.

"Wu Chao, this way!"

Qiulan said as she tugged at my clothes, and then followed the girl out of the path that could only accommodate one person, and stepped into the grass one person high. I don't understand why I don't take the good road and run into the grass. I didn't have time to think about it, but I followed them in. (To be continued.) )