San Lang stopped Gongliang Zhi from entering the shack where the boy had been locked up before, because he was afraid that the Taoist chief would really see something. The children who were locked up in the shack had long since been taken away.

Together with Wei Zhao.

Wei Zhao opened his eyes, and the back of his head was still aching. He grinned and tried to get up, his hands and feet were tightly bound by hemp rope, and no matter how much he struggled, he could only wriggle on the ground, his cheeks against the wet mud.

"You people!" He complained on the ground, "First, I don't need incense, and second, I don't use evil magic, so I use a big stick to invite grandpa and me, and I am worthy of claiming to be a believer in evil gods?" ”

No one paid any attention to him.

Wei Zhao was not without people, on the contrary, except for a few people who were used to drag the Dao Chief, most of the Wangjia Village was here. They surrounded a huge pond, the adults with excitement on their faces, the children's eyes full of excitement, and hundreds of pairs of eyes looking at the high platform without blinking. A platform was erected in the corner of the pond, and the village head, Wang Degui, stood at the top of the high platform that was diagonally inserted into the pond, chanting a strange-sounding ritual message.

The villagers no longer put on numb and cold faces, they seem to be visiting a temple fair, like celebrating the New Year, like a hyena that has finally hit to eat, and their heavy breathing converges into a haz, which is particularly creepy in the silence. Just now, the goddess of the village danced on the platform, and a fire was lit on the high platform, and now the ritual has finally progressed to the end. At the end of the village chief's prayer, the water began to bubble.

The water in the pool was not clear, it was white, as white as a pot of lime soup whose contents could not be seen clearly. The villagers began to stomp their feet, began to clap their hands, and sang a quaint song in a low voice.

"Bai Zibai, the old waterlogged mountain, the autumn ointment in the Wangjia Pond ......"

It turned out to be the Wang family's "pool", Wei Zhao suddenly thought.

Two white men with hemp ropes around their necks went up to the high platform, their faces were numb, their faces were withered, and they were thin to a handful of bones, and one of them was so weak that he could not walk, and was dragged up like a dog. The singing became louder and the tone was flat, reminiscent of an old house with ash and moldy coffin boards.

"Peeled the skin, chopped the feet, and roasted the ...... on the fire in a red piece"

The snowy firewood knife was lifted by the man holding the white son.

Wei Zhao heard a scream, coming from his side, not from the stage. Not far away, the little white-haired fat man they had seen at night writhed on the ground, and the rope tightened tightly in the meat, strangling him like a rice dumpling. He has a trace of #not# hanging, and his skin and hair are much cleaner, as if they have been washed.

"Shhh Wei Zhao said casually, thinking that the voice was noisy.

The white son on the high platform was gone, and two red pieces of meat were put on the fire, and the smell of meat spread. Some children swallowed saliva and pulled at their parents' clothes, and their parents slapped their hands away in warning and said, "Let Grandpa Yamagami eat first."

The red meat was thrown into the white pond, and the three or five bubbles increased several times, and the water seemed to be boiling. The village chief shouted: "Lay the foundation of the young prison!" Worship to the god of the waterlogged mountains! ”

Less prison, sheep, pigs also. The two animals sacrifice to the gods, which is called a young prison.

Wei Zhao and Baizi were lifted up and taken to the high platform. Bai Zi stopped screaming, his legs trembled, and he wanted to cry and look at the fire. Looking down from above, the pond is full of people, like a group of leeches waiting to be fed. They are singing the part of "Bai Zibai" again, which makes people wonder if this song should be just these two sentences.

Wei Zhao knelt in the pool of blood left by the two white sons before, and looked at the boiling pond with his eyes wrong. The white water rolled higher and higher, and a red bead gradually floated from the middle, as if a pond had opened a blood-colored eye. The man with the firewood knife walked down, and a pair of village girls walked up, their hair coiled in a knot at the back of their heads, and they held a ...... Plane.

Wei Zhao burst out laughing.

The village chief looked at him gloomily, most of them not understanding how he could still laugh at this time. The old man walked up to Wei Zhao and said with a strange smile: "Hou Sheng, do you know what autumn paste is?" ”

"I don't know." Wei Zhao said cooperatively.

"Autumn paste is a great delicacy in Wangjia Village, and the mountain god's grandfather will reward us when he is full." The village chief said, "To make autumn paste, you have to use natural white seeds, raise fat heads and big ears, and raise them for seven years to mature." This ripe white son has to be by the Wangjia Pond, at noon in early autumn, shave, pull teeth, remove nails in the sacrificial song, and then use a planer to beat the flesh and blood down little by little, put it into the jar, seal it, soak it in the Wangjia Pond, and soak it for 7749 days before the altar can be opened under the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Autumn paste not only strengthens the body, but also tastes...... Even if you eat a small bite, you can remember it for seven years. You don't have to be born white, you don't have to raise it from a young age, and you always don't have the right taste of authentic autumn paste. ”

Wang Degui said with an intoxicated face, and the village girl and the man carrying the big jar beside him also had an evocative look. The villagers by the pond sang "Autumn Cream" repeatedly, and their eyes turned green when they looked at the platform, and they were all stunned.

In this solemn atmosphere, there was an unknown stranger who laughed out loud and almost fell down with laughter.

"What are you laughing at?" The village chief came back to his senses and glared at him angrily, "It's all your fault for destroying the stone monument, this year's sacrifice should be advanced!" Hey, first dip you in the pool with your feet hanging and dye it white, and then use you to make autumn paste immediately. When Grandpa Mountain God wakes up after eating the sacrifice, your master of fine skin and tender meat ......"

The village chief spoke very carefully, full of intent to scare the damned foreigner, but when it came to what to do with his master, the latter glanced at him, and he couldn't say a word. The corners of the outlander's mouth were still smiling, but those eyes seemed to be black for a moment - the black eyeballs rose outward, and the whites of the eyes were eaten clean. The village chief shuddered, and then took a closer look, and the future was still smiling brightly.

Why don't you laugh?

Mountain villages, fools, songs, sacrifices, evil gods, what a scene from a third-rate ghost story. This atmosphere is evil and barbaric, yes, but with Wei Zhao, an expert who really knows how demon cultivators and Shinto monks accept sacrifices under the Xuanbing Abyss, plus the quasi-demon who has seen too many dead people, the large number of they have done except to create a sense of ritual is not only terrifying, it is simply embarrassing and funny.

For example, it is like a person who finds an unintelligible text, sings it as a totem, composes countless stories of the gods, sings it as a song to evoke the gods, and then makes that text his mother tongue one day discovers that there is a group of foreigners worshipping a Dynabol advertisement.

"I laugh at you for being pitiful." Wei Zhao said.

"Pathetic? Hehe, you fools who come to hunt for treasure are pitiful. The village chief said suspiciously, "The spirit mine has already been dug up, and not a single spirit stone can be found, and I will lose my life." ”

"Your mountain god has been dead for hundreds of years, leaving behind a soul bead, and you have been soaked in that extreme yin pool, this must have been soaked for hundreds of years, right?" Wei Zhao said with a smile, "It's a good big array to sacrifice cattle and sheep, you have to be reluctant to sacrifice cattle and sheep, and use people to sacrifice." Orthodox Shinto monks who cultivate merits, those who have worked hard to hide, and the merits they have accumulated have been lost by you, not to mention, they must be cultivated as evil gods...... Oh no, everyone is dead, and they can't be evil gods, so they can only ......"

The boiling pool water burst open.

It was as if a tongue poked out of the pond and licked it along the edge of the pond, engulfing all the people who were crowded there. The villagers who were not pulled down by the pond were stunned for a moment, exploded the pot, and ran outside screaming and crying. There are also people whose feet are too weak to run, or who kneel down and kowtow to the pond, and the pond rises a second time, and eats all that is left.

"It can only be a shadow." Wei Zhao finished speaking slowly, and smiled at the stunned village chief, and was quite in the mood to chat, "Besides, I'm not just here for treasure hunting." One is a treasure hunt, one is revenge, and the other is a favor. ”

From the time he climbed the Xuanbing Abyss, Wei Zhao was full of scheming, and of course he would not find a random direction as Gongliang thought. He calculated exactly when to go up the mountain road and how long to stay to catch up with the prey selected by Wangjia Village, and he already knew what was in the mountains, but he didn't expect his luck to be so good.

Wei Zhao is not the only villain in "Dragon Hunting Seal", there is a little friend in the newspaper with him, named Lishan Jun. Although this benevolent brother died, he used his natal magic weapon Blood Demon Bead to help Wei Zhao break through the sect formation of Qiantian Valley.

Guess, where is the bloody bead that the author spent a lot of pen and ink writing about?

In the blink of an eye, the pond had expanded by dozens of meters, and the water was like a tide, surging towards the high platform. A village girl fell down in fright and immediately lost her trace in the white water. The man on the high platform let out a wild scream, and rushed towards Wei Zhao and Bai Zi with a heavy altar, as if he thought that by throwing these two sacrifices down, the anger of the mountain god would subside.

There was a terrible cat cry in the howl of the villagers, and a black cat ran out and sprang up to the platform with incredible speed. It slammed into the big man's back, causing him to stagger and fall down. However, the big man was so ruthless that he actually grabbed the cat's tail and fell with it.

Shirako, who had been stunned just now, screamed again when he saw this, and he ran to the black cat and fell into the water with it.

Wei Zhao snorted with a headache.

He followed the cat to see Baizi and beat the cat unconscious, just to avoid this situation. Should it be said that the result is the inertia of fate? Wei Zhao shook his head and stood up, and in the next second, the black mist rose, and the rope that bound him was instantly corroded into ash.

The body of the young descendant Wei Zhao was put away, and only the ghost summon of the black mist was left. The mist pierced the heads of everyone on the high platform the next second it appeared, and they jumped like living creatures, enveloping Wei Zhao and plunging into the pool.

Since entering Wangjia Village, the endless sound has resounded a hundred times in the water, and the resentment can almost turn into substance, swallowing all those who enter. There was an open space in the pool, and Wei Zhao swam over, only to see a black civet cat with its hair standing on end, protecting Bai Zi in it, and confronting the approaching red beads. The strip of cloth wrapped around the cat's tail had naturally fallen off, revealing two whip-like tails whipping the lake.

The red beads were getting closer and closer, and the big black cat was getting more and more agitated, and it had to take the time to let out a threatening roar at Wei Zhao who was approaching. Wei Zhao stood by and watched, the little fat dun hugged the belly of the black cat, buried his face in the black hair, and was very relieved, unaware of the danger that was close at hand.

"Why bother?" Wei Zhao said with a smile, "There is a treasure to throw into your arms, and if you refine it, you can grow seven more tails, what's so bad?" ”

The big black cat ignored him.

"Let go of the shield, where will the Yin Demon hurt the Nine Lives Cat Demon." Wei Zhao continued, "If it touches you, you can't die, at most the bones of the person in your arms will be gone." Human beings, life spans are short and changeable, and when they die, they die, don't they? ”

"Meow!" The big black cat roared, the hairs on the tip of its tail exploded, and it looked like it was eager to rush over and slap him. Bai Zi under its stomach glanced up, saw the black mist on Wei Zhao's body, and immediately frightened back.

"You want to save him?" Wei Zhao said in a low voice, "Even if you can only continue to be a half-intelligent monster?" ”

The black cat didn't look at him again, Chizhu was already close at hand, and Shirako began to shiver, as if he felt cold, and squeezed harder against the big cat. The black cat looked down, as if it had made up its mind, and its body shook and let out a roar of pain, and a tail fell off its body and whipped towards the red pearl.

Nine lives cat demon, one tail for a hundred years, one life.

"You want to save him." Wei Zhao muttered to himself, "Even if you don't want to die, you still want to save him at this moment......

His voice gradually lowered, and he suddenly chuckled, and then said loudly: "Lishan Jun, it seems that I will take away your enlightenment things, and go to your demons for a lifetime, and I will also repay you for your kindness." ”

Wei Zhao flew up and pinched the bead.