The next morning, Gongliang got up early.

The bed is very clean, but it is also really small, lying on a Wei Zhao is almost full, if Gongliang really wants to squeeze through, he has to sleep in his arms. The Taoist priest declined the ranger's repeated invitations, found a clean place, and meditated on the ground for the night.

The monks who built the foundation have already cleared the valley, and the effect of meditation is better than sleeping. It's just that this night somehow, Gongliang has been unable to meditate. From time to time he woke up from his slumber, like someone pulling him up in a deep sleep. Wei Zhao, who was in the same room, had already fallen asleep, and the dark outside sounded extremely noisy at first glance, and he felt too quiet when he settled down. It's so quiet that you can't even hear the cicadas.

Gongliangzhi pushed open the door of the house as the sun rose and began to walk around the village. In the morning light, Wangjia Village was unexpectedly bright, the ground was paved with stone slabs, and the fence was neatly repaired, not like a small village in the barren mountains. In the distance, I could see a few figures, who had already gotten up early in the morning to do farm work. Before Gongliang could see clearly, someone hurriedly ran over and grabbed his sleeve.

"Why did the Taoist get up so early!" San Lang panted and said, "Grandpa has just gotten up." ”

"It's out of the way, poor people are used to getting up early." Gong Liangzhi said, "Walking around is good for your legs and feet." ”

"We're a small family here, and we don't have any good things." San Lang smiled apologetically, "There is a pond outside the village that is quite beautiful, and when the Taoist chief and Grandpa finish talking, I will take the Taoist chief to see it!" ”

The young man pulled Gongliangzhi's sleeve, and Gongliangzhi didn't shake him off. The Taoist priest paced slowly, looking around as he walked back. The side of the road is lined up with huts, gray tiles, and earthy brick walls, although not very beautiful, but you can see that they have been picked up quite well. Some of the walls can be seen traces of repeated repairs, like an anthill that has been maintained all the time, and there is not a single crack to be seen.

"How many people are there in Wangjia Village?" Gongliang Zhi chatted.

"More than three hundred." San Lang replied, and quickly changed his words, "More than four hundred?" I don't remember. We rarely live here, and everyone in the village knows each other, so we don't need to remember many people. ”

Gongliangzhi nodded and withdrew his gaze from the room. It was probably too early, the village was deserted, and there was no one on the road. There was a woman in the room staring straight at Gong Liangzhi through the window, her eyes sweeping over him. Gongliangzhi smiled at her, her face was blank, and only her eyes were moving.

Wang Degui, the village head, looks older during the day than at night, he has three long wisps of beard like a mouse, and he has to twist a few words when he says a few words.

"Don't hide it from the chief, long before the birth of the Feiyun Mountain Spirit Mine, Wangjia Village has been rooted in this waterlogged mountain for more than 500 years." The village chief straightened his chest and said proudly, "In order to escape the war, the ancestors of Wangjia Village moved to the west of the Great Zhou with their clansmen. The mountains and rivers are good, and the ancestors passed through this place and immediately chose to settle here. At first, everything was fine, and although it was inconvenient to open up the wasteland, it was better than harsh taxes and constant wars, but then ......"

The old man sighed, his face sank.

"The women in the village began to give birth to white babies, and the babies born had white hair and eyebrows, but their eyes were red. These dolls can't speak at the age of three or four, and they are tall and big, but they are either crazy or stupid. Then the prime of life also began to change, the first day turned white, and the next day he lost his soul, and even people could not recognize him. These madmen and fools went about doing evil, and they died not long after they were tied up. The people they touched will also be white-headed every few days......"

"This must be the work of a mountain spirit and a wild monster." Gongliangzhi frowned.

"Not really! The village of hundreds of people fell ill and died in the blink of an eye, and if it continued, Wangjia Village would die. The old village chief paused, his face flushed with a little excited blood, but his voice was as low as a whisper, "Fortunately, at this time, the ancestor met the immortal relics......

When Wei Zhao woke up, it was already the third pole of the sun.

He yawned and looked around lazily, and there was no sign of justice in the room. He cleaned up and walked out on his own. The sun was approaching the middle of the sky, and the village was populated. As soon as Wei Zhao went out, more than a dozen pairs of eyes looked over.

The guest room is in the center of Wangjia Village, and there are rooms on the front and back. In the hidden door stood all kinds of villagers, men, women and children, with a pair of eyes carved out of a mold, and the path swept by the gaze. They looked at Wei Zhao's arms, his legs, his back, and his chest, as if they were picking a sturdy cow.

Neither of them moved nor spoke, and it was not known if Wei Zhao's presence interrupted the conversation, or if they themselves did not speak. This scene was a little stunned, but Wei Zhao seemed to be unconscious, showing a bright smile.

"You're so good." He waved at them and staggered out.

Someone followed, blatantly followed, Wei Zhao walked and they also left, and Wei Zhao stopped and they stopped, and they didn't bother to cover up anything. Wei Zhao's body was like a big silent cover, and wherever he went, it was quiet.

Only the children are still talking.

Turning over an earthen wall, the child's voice came from afar. They clapped their hands in groups, and the crisp slaps and shrill children's voices combined to poke a hole in the silence of the mountain village. The voices were mixed together, and I only felt a headache in the distance, but when I got closer, I could hear a few nursery rhymes with strange accents.

Bai Zibai, the old waterlogged mountain, the autumn paste in the Wang family ancestral hall

The skin was peeled, the feet were chopped, and a red piece was roasted on the fire

White ......

A child saw Wei Zhao and stopped, and the group of children were like birds hearing the wind, and the hula was quiet.

Wei Zhao had also drilled many ravines before, and had seen many mortal village children, most of whom were shriveled and shriveled, black and thin like monkeys. The children in front of them were completely different, they looked white and pure, and one or two even showed a little overfed. It's a pity that the white and tender faces are not as lively as children, their eyes are cold and wild, and the children's faces are blind, but they look like some kind of meat-eating animals.

Suddenly, a child pointed at Wei Zhao's hand and screamed.

Children at this age are always shouting, screaming with fear, screaming with anger, and screaming with joy. The scream was full of joy, as if a switch had been flipped on, and all the children's faces bloomed with joy at the same time. The screams came and went, as if the whistle was being blown desperately, and they pounced on Wei Zhao in this piercing noise, their little hands hooked into claws.

The adults who followed Wei Zhao just looked at it, and some people laughed, as if they thought it was very interesting. The children rushed without warning and moved extremely quickly, while Wei Zhao was blocked by a high earthen wall behind him, and there was no place to retreat. For any person, even if it is a strong adult, it is inevitable that he will suffer a loss from this sudden attack.

Wei Zhao took half a step back, kicked his legs, and climbed the earthen wall like an ape. The fastest child had already rushed under the earthen wall and reached for Wei Zhao, but Wei Zhao grabbed his arm and dragged him up the wall together.

The children all stopped, looking up at the wall in a daze.

Wei Zhao stood at the top of the wall more than two meters high, he himself was tall and large, and his arms were stretched out more than two meters. The boy who ran the fastest was lifted to a height of more than four meters, and his arm was pinched by Wei Zhao and dangled in mid-air.

"Is it fun?" Wei Zhao said.

The child let out a sleepy beast's roar in his throat, kicking desperately on both feet, and picking at Wei Zhao's eyes with the other. Wei Zhao didn't look at him, just threw the hand holding his arm down, only to hear a "click", the child's shoulder twisted, and it was completely dislocated.

"Isn't it fun?" Wei Zhao grinned, and his hand holding the child was as steady as a rock.

The hideous expression slowly receded from the boy's face, and horror gradually appeared, which was appropriate for his age. The boy let out a frightened and painful howl, and was shaken a few times by Wei Zhao, and forced the cry back. The children under the wall glared at Wei Zhao viciously, and the adults who had stood by just now were about to run over angrily, Wei Zhao stretched out his finger and pointed at them, and shook the child in his hand, making a gesture to throw him out.

The adults stopped there.

"Little brother, what are you doing here?" Someone shouted, "Dolls, just kidding, don't be like them!" ”

"Exactly, exactly." Wei Zhao smiled, "I had a good time with them!" ”

As soon as he let go of his right hand, the child was thrown in an arc in mid-air, and was caught by his left hand. There was an exclamation from underground, and the boy let out a scream, and his crotch became wet in the blink of an eye.

The villagers below were talking about something, and Wei Zhao didn't bother to listen. He looked at his free right hand, and at some point a strange pattern appeared on the back of his hand, the one that appeared and disappeared after touching the stone tablet yesterday.

"Meow!"

A black cat ran over the house behind the earthen wall and barked at Wei Zhao. Its fur was bald, and its tail was tangled in tattered strips of cloth that were so dirty that they could not be colored. Wei Zhao raised his head and glanced at it, smiling happily again.

"Had a great time with you today," he patted the boy on the head affectionately, "I'll go meet the other guys first, and we'll play another day." ”

With that, he let go.

The boy fell onto the children looking up below, and let out a ghost cry wolf howl. When the adults were furious, Wei Zhao had already followed the black cat through more than a dozen houses. The black cat seemed to be startled by Wei Zhao who rushed towards it, and flew out on the tiles, Wei Zhao walked away, and the force that landed on the house was not much heavier than a cat.

A man and a cat circled around the top of the village for most of the time and ran to the outside of a remote and dilapidated hut. The black cat was nowhere to be seen, and Wei Zhao jumped off the roof, and in front of him was an extremely dilapidated house, with a few wooden planks stapled to the door.

Wei Zhao pushed open the door, and the wooden plank creaked, as if it would fall off with a little more strength. The house had no windows, and was more of a wooden shed than a house, and it stinked like a pigsty. Wei Zhao took two steps in the dark, almost kicking over a basin on the ground.

There was a few sounds of ropes in the darkness, and a living creature curled up with a short chain. Wei Zhao narrowed his eyes, and in the dim light that penetrated through the cracks in the wood, he saw a child cuffed from head to toe at one end of the chain, as pale as snow from head to toe.

With a creak, the door slammed shut.