The evil moon hung high in the night sky, and among the strange and ancient streets and alleys, the smooth bluestone road seemed to be splashed with a layer of blood, and it looked muddy from a distance. Only the solid and dry ground under his feet always reminds Bu An that the blood in his eyes is just a strange moonlight.

Since the crossing, from Yuezhou to Jiaxing, every time the evil moon is empty, he is always the busiest one in the whole city. The world is afraid of ghosts, but he flocks to them, like the king of the night and the natural enemy of ghosts.

However, the night in Ningyang County is extraordinary.

The streets were full of shadows and shadows, and countless people were all doing crazy and strange movements, and the sound from the throats was like the low cry of a night owl.

As he passed by these figures, Bu An had a faint illusion that these people would turn into evil spirits at any moment, open their mud-covered claws and bloody mouths, and rush at him frantically.

Turning the corner, he was like a thief who was good at stealing, always hiding in the dark shadows of the eaves along the street, walking slowly but surely, occasionally stepping on dead leaves under his feet, making a faint rustling sound.

A shadow far deeper than the shadow of the eaves, like ink melting, always lingered behind him.

The mournful crying in the distance gradually became clearer, as if a child was crying. Listening carefully to the recognition, the cry was mixed with excited, cheerful, almost hysterical howls.

The voice was like some kind of religious ritual full of evil spirits.

Bu An immediately realized that somewhere in this county town, an ancient sacrifice was being carried out that had been taboo for thousands of years.

At this time, the female ghost, who had always remained silent, suddenly whispered: "Interesting, really interesting." ”

Bu An suddenly stopped, and said in his heart that this female ghost has lived for thousands of years, and she can be called well-informed, so she may know something. "Have you ever seen this kind of ritual?" he said in a low voice.

The dark shadow of the ghost circled around him, climbed up the brick wall to the roof, and suddenly transformed into a human form in front of him.

"This kind of thing happens every hundred years or so, and it's not unusual. The female ghost scratched her head and gestured with most of her naked body, and sneered and said, "What I said is interesting, it's this county ......."

"What's wrong with this county?" Bu An tried not to look at her. If this poisonous tongue female ghost sees that his master is a chick who can't withstand the temptation, and becomes more coquettish in the future, he will not be distracted from time to time and restrained everywhere...... At that time, a little nosebleed is still a trivial matter, in case of endocrine imbalance and frequent pimples by bewitchment, it will be greatly bad.

"Master," the charm leaned closer, "haven't you noticed yet? There is a strange atmosphere in this county, but there is not a single ghost." ”

Bu An was stunned when he heard this, rolled his eyes and said, "There is not a single ghost, what are you?"

Wei Mei smiled, a black mist surged in front of her, enveloping her entirely, the moment the black mist rose, the graceful figure of the evil spirit also disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a faint voice: "I've been a ghost for a long time, sometimes forgetful, and I think I'm human......"

I don't know why, Bu An actually heard a trace of sadness from her tone. This female ghost has always been cheap-mouthed, and it is rare to be abnormal, and he is still a little uncomfortable.

Looking up at the night sky and catching a glimpse of the evil moon hanging alone above her head, Bu An's mood was a little complicated: the ghost has always been extremely sensitive to ghosts, Bu An trusted her judgment, she said that there are no ghosts, it should be gone.

But where this blood-colored moonlight shines, there has always been a lot of evil spirits, why can Ningyang County be an exception?

When things go wrong, there must be demons.

After hesitating for a moment, Bu An decided that it would be better to go and see the sacrificial scene in the city first.

He quickened his pace through the streets, pausing occasionally to make his way, and the closer he got to the source of the strange sound, the more the suspicion deepened in his heart.

The place of worship is actually on the main street of the county seat, close to the direction of the county government......

Turning the last intersection, Bu'an walked out of the cramped alley, and in front of him was the main gate of the Ningyang County Ya. And the scene in front of him was more terrifying and absurd than his growing suspicion all the way.

I saw a huge fire burning in the open space in front of the county office, and several wooden stakes were erected in the center of the fire, and a child was tied to the top of each stake.

The flames of fire fluttered and rose like the greedy tongue of the devil, and the light of the fire from below reflected the faces of the weeping children in a terrible light.

Around the fire, the people were scattered, each with his hands to the sky, and his mouth was chanting.

In the midst of them, there were shuttling figures, jumping and running, dancing and screaming, and throwing firewood at the fire.

And between the fire and the main gate of the county government, there were several official gentry, either dressed in official robes and wearing black yarns, or wearing elegant brocade and satin, also with their hands facing the sky, but their eyes were clear, completely different from those people who wandered away in a daze.

Bu An hid in the dark shadow and watched silently, the expression on his face getting colder and colder. A voice whispered from time to time.

"Master, do you see the ones jumping around...... It's all demon ......."

"Those officials and gentlemen are very sober...... Believe it or not, the inn where we live, the owner is also in it......"

"Ouch, if the fire burns any more hot, it will burn people...... I can smell the meat...... It's a pity that such a good skin was burned in one fell swoop......"

"Master...... You can't be moved by compassion, are you? It's very troublesome to go out and save people at this time...... Fight the grass and scare the snake, and the future will be endless......"

Bu An ignored her, just stood quietly, neither rescued nor retreated.

He watched quietly as the flames rose and finally reached the children. When the crying and howling became sharp, the air around him seemed to condense.

The charm shuddered, like a small beast when winter came, hiding in the dark shadows, motionless. She didn't understand what was wrong with her master.

Knowing that you can't act rashly, why don't you just leave?

For more than a thousand years, she has followed many masters, many of whom are bloodthirsty and brutal, and like to kill for fun...... But at the moment, this scholar is obviously not.

The flames engulfed the three children in turn, and on the few remaining stakes, the scorched survivors screamed in terror.

The people around turned a deaf ear, the officials and gentry were calm as usual, and the little demon who added fuel to the fire became more and more excited, licking his tongue, jumping back and forth like a carnival, and dancing his body.

"Master," finally even the charm couldn't help it: "Let's go......"

"Look at it a little longer. Bu'an's tone was cold.

"It's just killing...... What's there to see. The charm sighed.

Bu An was silent, inhaling slowly and exhaling, as if inhaling the smell of a roasted living person. After a while, he whispered to himself, "It's not pretty, but you should take a look...... After seeing it, the blood will be colder, the heart will be harder, and people will be killed...... It's also a little more refreshing. ”

With that, he turned and retreated into the dark alley.

The cries behind him disappeared, and the revelry under the blood moon was about to end.

The charm was a moment late to follow. She seemed to understand what her master meant: Fang Cai, he forced himself to watch, as if if he didn't force himself like this, he couldn't make up his mind and couldn't make up his mind.