In the early morning, before dawn, the east began to turn white, the black sky was gradually fading, and the air was still full of the fragrance of night. In the mountains and forests, birds are singing, and a visitor is ushered in on the dark and deep path.

His hair and beard were all white, like silver threads, shining with a crystal white light. He staggered and walked with a cane. The old man's footsteps made a faint noise on the wet, leaf-covered path. He struggled to walk down the dense forest path, his mouth making a rough gasping sound.

After a long time, he walked through the dense forest clearing, stopped in front of the small building in the mountain forest, he stretched out his dry and thin hand, pushed the fence door, a crisp and pleasant bell sounded, and the bell on the fence door was touched by the old man.

The door of the bamboo building was pushed open with a "creak", and out came a delicate girl with a green gauze mask, a black dress, and long flowing hair. This girl is Luo Qiaoyu, the next witch of Luojia Village.

Luo Qiaoyu walked to the door of the fence, and when the old man saw someone coming out, he leaned over and bowed slightly, "Lord Shaowu, the old man is polite!" ”

Luo Qiaoyu raised his hand to signal that he didn't have to be polite, and opened the small door, "Daddy Luo, today is not the fifteenth day of the new year, you are here, but something happened in the village?" ”

This old man is the village chief of Luojia Village.

"Exactly, there are little ghosts in the village, and the old man has come to ask the witch to get rid of the ghosts."

"Daddy Luo, please go back! Mother-in-law can't do it. ”

"This ......"

Father Luo was surprised, the witch had guarded Luo's Village for nearly a hundred years, and had never refused the request of the villagers, so how could he suddenly refuse? Isn't something big going on?

Luo Qiaoyu saw that Daddy Luo had a puzzled look on his face, so he said frankly: "Daddy Luo, you better go back first, my mother-in-law has actually gone to the immortal." As he spoke, there was sadness in his eyes.

"How so?" Father Luo took a step forward and asked in disbelief.

"Daddy Luo, please come in first!"

Luo Qiaoyu took a step back and let the old village chief in.

Witches in Luojia Village have been supported by the villagers for generations, and although they are not god-like beings, the villagers have god-like respect for witches. Generations of shrine maidens have also guarded the villagers wholeheartedly, and each shrine maiden can protect the village for a hundred years.

The inheritance of the witch is selected by the village to learn witchcraft, and the girl who is suitable for witchcraft has been cultivated by the witch since she was a child, until the previous witch passed on the throne. Luo Qiaoyu has no parents since she was a child, and she was taken by her mother-in-law, and her succession has long been natural.

It's just that the witch mother-in-law died in a hurry, and she didn't even have time to pass on the throne.

After the village chief asked about the cause of the witch's mother-in-law's death, he sighed for a while, and he asked, "Young Witch, I don't know when the succession ceremony will be held?" ”

"Just tomorrow night, I've already calculated, tomorrow night the yin qi is the heaviest." Luo Qiaoyu had to take on the duties of a witch at this time.

The village chief nodded, "Lord Shaowu, the old man will take his leave, go back and prepare, and bring someone over tomorrow night." As he spoke, he bent down and saluted.

Luo Qiaoyu nodded, with tears in her eyes and a sad face.

The village chief said with some hesitation: "Young Witch Lord ......"

Luo Qiaoyu already knew his intention, and said: "Father Luo, the affairs of Fourth Master Luo's family, I will deal with it after I succeed!" ”

"That's good!" The village chief was at ease.

Luo Qiaoyu didn't want to say more, and sent Luo Laohan out. There is a formation inside the fence wall, and you are not allowed to enter and exit at will without the permission of the owner.

After Luo Laohan left, Luo Qiaoyu stood in front of the fence gate, looking thoughtfully at his departing back.

On this night, a bonfire was lit in the open space in front of the wooden house, and several old people wearing ancient national costumes gathered around the fire, dancing and singing, they were both men and women, all of whom were old and respected by the older generation of Luojia Village.

They dance the dance of sacrifice with an ancient heritage, and wear various demon masks. Holding all kinds of musical instruments, playing and singing, they all came. In the center of the fire, Luo Qiaoyu was wearing the orthodox costume of a witch, wearing a black veil on her head, with a black gauze hanging down her face, and a long skirt reaching the ground, like a fairy coming to the world.

Her wrists and feet are tied with bells, and with the ancient and complicated dance steps, the bells are crisp, accompanied by ancient music played by various musical instruments, performing an ancient ritual ceremony.

There was a burst of music in the forest, this strange dance, accompanied by a gust of yin wind, the sound of "rustling" in the depths of the forest came, and gradually ghosts appeared, and occasionally there were ghost fires suspended in the forest. The white ghosts slowly gathered from all sides of the forest, and by the light of the fire in the clearing, it could be seen that those ghosts were men and women, old and young, all pale and glazed.

Luo Qiaoyu holds a sword in one hand and a bell in the other, her dance steps are accelerated, her posture is light, and she is graceful and graceful between her movements and rotations.

The ghosts around the forest were now approaching the fence of the hut, each stretching out their long arms and grasping unconsciously. There was a formation prohibition within the fence wall, which made them stagnant. A terrible cat meow sounded, and the little black cat landed in the air and fell into the open space of the fire.

Luo Qiaoyu raised her hand and wiped a handful of fragrant sweat, "Heidi, you can be counted as back, it's so late!" She complained.

Hei Di "meowed" and glanced at Luo Qiaoyu contemptuously, as if to say: "You can't even get a succession ceremony, it's really useless!" ”

Luo Qiaoyu knew that she was despised, so she was not annoyed, and continued to dance the sacrificial dance. With Heidi joining, she seemed to be much more relaxed. At this time, the dance had entered the Gaoyu Dynasty part, and Luo Qiaoyu's clear and pleasant voice sounded in the open space, singing the ancient and mysterious sacrificial song.

In her singing, the ghosts outside gradually subsided, no longer restless, and they all lowered their arms and stood quietly around, as if listening to profound teachings, and stood obediently in rows around the fence wall of the wooden house. The white ghost shadow is heavy, and it looks eerie against the background of the campfire.

Several old people dancing couldn't help but feel frightened when they saw their feet, showing their timidity. At this time, the black cat meowed, regained the attention of several old people, and continued to dance and play with everyone.

Suddenly, Luo Qiaoyu stopped dancing, made complex and ancient gestures to the fire, and recited the words in his mouth: "I am the forty-eighth generation of young witches of the Zhuo family, and now I am ordered by heaven to inherit the position of the witch, and the yin spirits must recognize me as the master, listen to my orders, do not disturb the village, do not harm people, and those who violate the order will be killed!" ”

The words fell, and the complicated gestures were made, and a blue light rose into the sky, bursting a cyan halo in the air, like a green lotus blooming, and the light fell, turning into starlight and falling into the body of each yin soul.

The ghosts knelt down one after another, bowing and worshipping, and for a time there was a grand occasion of pilgrimage of ten thousand ghosts. The old people around knelt down and shouted, "Worship the shrine maiden!" ”

The shouts shook the sky, but the black cat stood still.