All the people stared at each other, and they all looked at the temple of sending the child, and the copper-headed father was the first to jump up and rushed over to the temple of sending the child.

Over the years, the descendants of Pomegranate Mountain have prospered, and in the case of overcapacity, who will go to ask for children, and they can't go a few times a year.

The gate of the temple was closed, the varnish on the door was peeling off, and a group of people rushed in and began to look for the child.

But the temple was empty, and there was nothing but the dilapidated idols and the dusty altar.

I looked around, and when I saw nothing, I looked at the big pomegranate tree in the yard again.

The crow above had already been frightened by a group of people, and the trees were full of branches and pomegranates, but there were still no golden persimmons in sight.

The copper-headed father grabbed me: "Fairy Niang, this child-giving mother has become a goblin and arrested all our children, you have to call the shots for us!" You say......"

His eyes were red: "Can the baby come back?" ”

I nodded: "Don't worry, as long as things go well, I will definitely rescue them." ”

When Daddy Copperhead heard what I said, it was the same as Rang Lei: "Really? Is the baby still alive? ”

The rest of the parents who lost their children also rushed over, scrambling: "What about me! What about me! ”

I replied, "We will do our best—the premise is the same, you should quickly fill up the wall of Ah Xia's mother's house, as soon as possible, and beat glutinous rice and lime under the wall, and the little boy who had been invited from elsewhere to send God should not let them go first, and before receiving the pork, one person will pee under the wall." ”

As I spoke, I added, "Don't cut corners this time." ”

They said in unison, "That can't be." ”

I saw it from these people's children's palaces before, indeed, the children's palace was full of black air, if it was left in the past, I would have to believe that the children had died, but now, the pomegranate bureau of the whole village is indeed a "broken child", but there is no "loser" appearance.

What is a "loser"? It was in the place where the pomegranate bureau broke its skin that there was a further spread of red evil qi, showing the trend of pomegranate seeds falling.

Now that the position is repaired again, that is to make up for the dead, and there is still room for redemption.

What's more, I can see that there is a hint of red gas hidden under their black gas.

With this trace of redness, it means that there is still hope for the children.

Hold the "pendant" and pull the children out with all our might, and the matter will be solved.

Ah Xia Niang watched everyone flock to the vicinity to repair the fence for their own house, and she was also uneasy, and hid with her husband, but the others, especially the people who lost their children, did not give them any good face, meaning to settle accounts after the autumn.

Seeing that the people in the mountain were busy, Da Pan hugged his arms and asked, "You say, where did those children go?" Send your son and mother to catch them, what do you want? ”

Yes, it seems that when Aman used to do evil and eat people, he wanted the spirit of young people to make the local people live better.

But those children were just arrested, but there was no danger of their lives, could it be that they were eating the children's living essence?

However, no matter how you think about it, a child-giving lady caught the people and ate the popularity, which is also a heinous sin.

Perhaps, the messenger of the god slaughter, it is this kind of god who has made a mistake to be caught?

Freezing three feet is not a day's cold, even if the mother who sent the child hated these people, there should be a reason, so I asked a few years old: "Is there anyone in the mountain who has done anything in the temple of sending the child?" ”

In the past, in the Osmanthus Niangniang Temple, the disaster was caused by unclean sesame oil.

The older ones glanced at each other, and they were all at a loss: "No, there are very few people in this place, what can you do?" ”

No clues.

Da Pan asked in a low voice, "You say, what now?" ”

I thought for a moment and replied, "Then I can only meet with that lady." ”

"But that lady just got scared, can I see you?"

"That's going to have to be done." I looked back at the children down the slope and said, "It's up to them." ”

Da Pan looked at me inexplicably: "Those children? ”

The children finished urinating under the wall, received the cured pork, and were about to leave happily, but I left a few of them: "I have something to ask you, add ten catties of cured pork." ”

The children suddenly became happy: "Really? ”

The children in the mountains are bold, and the rest of them who are not selected are envious, jealous and hateful for ten catties of extra money.

In the evening, the villagers entertained us to have a good meal - fragrant flowers and fragrant wood produced in the mountains, all kinds of fresh spices, such as green peppercorns, mountain peppers, bay leaves, etc., with the pheasant that was just called, cut a large piece of fried and boiled, the method is rough, but the flowers are green, the aroma is dense, and the index finger of the person is moved.

This place uses clay pots as containers, and all kinds of crockpots are used to simmer ham, simmer pepper ryuzi, and simmer yellow croaker, each of which has a strong flavor and fresh eyebrows.

It's a pity that Cheng Xinghe didn't eat this.

The signal on the mountain is not good, and I don't know what happened to the white herbs.

The people in the village persuaded themselves to brew rice wine, mixed with last year's bright osmanthus, the smell is sweet, and it can be seen to be sweet if you don't taste it, but I waved my hand, saying that there was a big event at night, and I couldn't drink it, and by the way, Dapan's also refused.

Da Pan was very dissatisfied.

When I was almost done, I summoned the children who had been left behind: "You urinate some urine on us." ”

When the children heard this, they wiped the oil on their mouths, and they were all stunned: "Nourish urine, why?" ”

Da Pan didn't drink the rice wine, he was in a bad mood, and said angrily: "Let you nourish you, do you want ten catties of cured pork?" ”

Can you do that or not, a bunch of kids unbuttoned their pants and got up.

In fact, it is very simple - children's urine can ward off evil spirits, but children's urine is also divided into grades, and this kind of boys who are not more than ten years old are the most effective.

Hey, these children drink less water, and the anger is quite big, so we can't lift our heads, but it's a good thing to have a lot of fire, and it's more effective.

Da Pan and I, on the other hand, had smeared the mud on our shoulders beforehand, and asked a few children to lead us up the mountain—the way they usually walked the most—that is, the local children, who disappeared when they walked.

We mixed with the children and went on the road together, and our own breath was hidden, and the one who caught the children could not distinguish it.

Da Pan thinks that I have done so many things, it is really too much, and it will be over when I find it, and I will have a good time.

He could also see that my breath was unusual.

I said that with great power comes great responsibility – that if you don't get to the bottom of the story, you might be guilty of even greater sin.

It's like a dragon slayer who eventually becomes a demon.

The night was as cool as water, and a bend of the moon hung high above the big banyan tree, and a crow flew over.

It didn't take long for us to hear a slight movement behind us.

It was like someone was following us.

Here it comes.

A few children didn't realize it, as if they were hiking, and they went behind to pick the buds on the tree and eat them.

Then, a woman's voice rang out from behind: "Which Mo are you?" ”

When the children heard this, they all looked back at me.

I lowered my voice: "Nine miles of light." ”

These children are from Jiuli Dengdong.

"Yo, it's so late, don't go home, come here?" The woman said with concern, "Don't go awry, right?" ”

That's what you're waiting for.

"Yes." I pressed my throat and continued: "I remember that this is a downhill road, how to go higher and higher. ”

Da Pan gave me a blank look and made a gesture, meaning that my accent was not standard.

If it's not standard, you can't come - your voice, smoking and drinking are not taboo, you can hear it at once.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the woman was standing under a big tree not far from us, and the moonlight was shining in the shadows of the stumbling trees, shining on half of her skirt.

Most of her people are under the shadows.

There is a slight spirit.

"That's right, come with me," the woman's voice was very soft, "I'll take you home." ”

I followed—deliberately bent down, pretending to be short.

Before she got closer, the woman suddenly said, "Little baby—listen to your accent, it doesn't look like a local chatter." ”

The woman's figure suddenly stepped back, and her voice was raised: "Where did it come from?" ”

With a little vigilance, a little sharp.

Da Pan glanced at me, his eyes sank, meaning, goof, right?