At night, Leon opened his eyes, got up quietly, walked to the next bed, and slashed at the back of his temporary roommate's neck with a knife.

The hapless passenger didn't even say a word, and fainted quite decisively.

To be on the safe side, Li Ang pulled his eyelids open and shook the flashlight back and forth above his eyeballs a few times.

After making sure that he had fainted, he put on a raincoat, covered his face, pried open the window and climbed out.

At night, in Dusheng Village, where only a few lights were still flickering, Li Ang rushed towards the ravine, and with the help of a flashlight beam, found the grave of Meng Qixi, a village teacher.

Perhaps the villagers were grateful for Meng Qixi's selfless dedication, and the tomb built for him was quite fine, with some words of praise engraved on the tombstone, and some flowers in front of the tombstone.

It was the middle of the night, and there was still heavy rain to cover his whereabouts, so Li Ang directly "banged" with explosives and blew open the tomb and lifted the coffin board.

The coffin was empty, not even a trace of blood or maggots.

Li Ang, who bit the flashlight, frowned,

Meng Qixi's body was gone, or his body had never been put in the coffin.

What did the villagers of Dusheng Village do to Meng Qixi...

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At this time, in Dusheng Village, Lu Maocai led four young people in the village wearing raincoats, holding hemp ropes, machetes, earth guns, and flat poles, touching the darkness, and quietly advancing to the villager Shi Kangjian's house.

Due to the unclear circumstances of Lu He's death, Tian Yourong, Song Zhen, and Wei Linglan, who were originally staying at Lu He's house, stayed at the house of villager Shi Kangjian tonight under the arrangement of the village chief.

The storm that should have been unnerving, but in Lu Maocai's view, it was a guarantee of peace of mind, he took the group to the door of Shi Kangjian's house, walked to the window, and knocked lightly on the window.

Behind the window of the living room on the first floor, Shi Kangjian's face was revealed,

After confirming that it was Lu Maocai, he used the key to open the door of his house and welcomed six figures into the house.

Lu Maocai put down the hood of his raincoat, opened his mouth, pointed to the side lying upstairs, and said softly: "Have they all slept?" ”

Shi Kangjian nodded, and this evening he added a lot of sleeping pills to the drinking water of the three to ensure that they could sleep steadily.

Lu Maocai took a deep breath, clenched the earth gun in his hand, and walked up the stairs.

Watsui Village, formerly known as Dushen Village,

Legend has it that in ancient times, this place was invaded by plague ghosts, and the dead corpses were everywhere, and the corpses were everywhere, and every family had a crying mourning. A group of people took pity on the people, gathered the people, and established a village in the ravine according to the principles of feng shui.

And pass down the formation, rituals, can isolate the demons and ghosts, so that the wind and rain are smooth, the five grains are abundant, and the six animals are prosperous.

The only problem is that human sacrifices must be offered for ceremonies that take place once every five years.

In ancient times, communication was backward, and the villagers of Dushen Village went out to kidnap demented beggars, and sacrificed human sacrifices according to the ritual, and sure enough, they did not suffer any natural or man-made disasters.

The village is in good weather, the villagers live and work in peace and contentment, and it is peaceful, like a paradise.

Unfortunately, as time went by, the ritual effect deteriorated year by year, and the inheritance was interrupted due to the invasion of military disasters.

Until July ago, the village began to die one by one, and the village chief Lu Gui found the formation ceremony in the ancestral temple classics, and rebuilt the altar in his attic.

and teamed up with the villagers to tie up Meng Qixi, a village teacher who was sick in bed, and trapped him on the altar.

It was Lu Maocai who dug out his heart.

Meng Qixi could never have imagined that he, who had dedicated most of his life to Dusheng Village, would be killed alive by the villagers who were familiar and kind in the past.

When he died, his small eyes were full of great doubts.

Lu Maocai did not regret killing Meng Qixi, anyway, the latter was already seriously ill and his life was short.

Anyway, since Meng Qixi has paid so much for the village, he should pay a little more before he dies.

Sure enough, after sacrificing Meng Qixi, the death in the village subsided,

But perhaps because of the vicissitudes of life and the changes in the world, the feng shui formation arranged by the Dao people has long been destroyed by various newly built buildings in the village.

The effect of the ritual lasted less than six months, and the village began to die again.

The village head, Lu Gui, modified the terrain of the village according to the ancient books, trying to repair the formation,

On the one hand, let the eldest son Lu Maodian, who has a little power in the city, think of a way.

Just when Lu Maodian found a mule and hired Li Ang, Lu Gui's understanding of the formation ritual improved again, and heavy rain fell to temporarily isolate the ghosts.

Subsequently, the landslide trapped, the passengers were trapped, and the ghosts gradually broke through the defensive line of the formation and started killing again.

If it weren't for the urgency of the situation, Lu Gui didn't want to attack these passengers, he wanted to find suitable sacrifices through some familiar channels that would not attract widespread attention.

Lu He's death became the last straw that broke the camel's back, and no one in the village could guarantee that they would survive under the reckoning of the ghosts.

Tonight, Tian Yourong, Song Zhen and Wei Linglan will be the new sacrifices - their deaths are not worthless, and the villagers of Dusheng Village will live a peaceful and peaceful life with their dedication.

Lu Maocai thought like this, recalling Wei Linglan in a long white dress, and his heart was a little hot.

Perhaps, before the sacrifice, he will still be able to enjoy ....

Lu Maocai touched the handrail, walked to the corner of the stairs, and glanced at the stairs out of the corner of his eyes, but was stunned to find that the number of people was wrong.

He brought four young people, plus Shi Kangjian, that is, six people,

But a thunderbolt flashed, and there were seven shadows on the staircase wall.

The light of thunder and lightning was fleeting, and the corridor was dark again.

Lu Maocai's figure froze instantly, he only felt that his back was cold, his two strands were trembling, and he couldn't even hold the earth gun in his hand.

The villagers standing behind him saw Lu Maocai stopping, and had some doubts in their hearts, and asked softly, "Why not...."

Before the words fell, a palm silently penetrated his chest,

The villager lowered his head, and the last image he saw was of his heart being held in his hand.

Smack.

The heart was pinched alive.

The lanky ghost, with its cape, pulled its arm out of the villager's chest, and the latter fell to the ground like a puppet stripped of its silk thread.

Fear occupies almost all of Lu Maocai's sanity,

This is impossible, his father Lu Gui has already consumed most of the mana obtained by sacrificing Meng Qixi today, and the thicker rain curtain can theoretically isolate all demons and ghosts.

Or is it evolving again...

The ghostly figure leaned forward slightly, and Lu Maocai only felt a flower in front of him, and a pair of non-human and non-beastly claws lightly touched his chest.

It was too late, and a slender thunderbolt descended diagonally, shattering the window and striking the slender ghost.

Lu Gui's blow that consumed most of the remaining mana in the altar did cause great damage to the slender ghost,

It retreated in a hurry, casually brushed aside the crowd crowded on the stairs, and after drawing a deep scar on the waist and abdomen of villager Shi Kangjian,

limped out of the door.

The frightened Lu Maocai hurriedly ran to the staircase and saw the ghost figure rushing into the rain curtain, and the parts of his body that were poured by the rain rose with puffs of green smoke.

Seeing that he was about to rush into the mountain forest, the ghost figure with his cloak suddenly stopped.

It stood under the tree and looked back at them in silence, then turned away, completely lost in the darkness.

Lu Maocai took a deep breath, he ignored his panicked and screaming companions, ran straight up to the second floor, and kicked open the door of the side bedroom.

Inside the door, Tian Yourong, who was supposed to be lying down, disappeared, leaving only the wide-open window, swaying back and forth with the wind.

After losing the mana support, the rain slowly weakened.

Without sacrifices, all would soon die.

Lu Maocai walked downstairs in despair.

Shi Kangjian, who had a deep wound cut in his abdomen, leaned against the staircase wall panting, and several companions were scrambling to help him bandage the wound.

"Get out of the way!"

Lu Maocai rudely pushed away his companion, bandaged Shi Kangjian's waist and abdomen tightly, and sighed faintly in the latter's pleading voice of "save me".

This sigh made Shi Kangjian immediately realize something, his eyes widened, and his eyes were about to split, "What are you going to do, you can't do this!" ”

"This injury is not saved. It's your turn, too, to sacrifice for the sake of the village. ”

After that, Lu Maocai ignored Shi Kangjian's abuse and struggle,

took the hemp rope and tied his hands and feet, crossed the hemp rope with a flat pole, beckoned his companions to pick up Shi Kangjian like a pig, and the group rushed towards the village chief Lu Gui's house.