Chi Jiao and Quan Jue followed behind Huo Shen, while Bei Tanglie and Pei Yao followed behind the two of them.

As Huo Shen said, Fengtong Village is like a labyrinth, all the houses are like carved out of a mold, all of them are boxy bungalow courtyards, the road is very narrow and there are many forks and turns.

Although it was only eight or nine o'clock in the evening, the village was like a giant beast that had fallen into a deep sleep, and it was difficult to hear anything other than the sound of the cold wind.

There are no street lights on either side of the road, but a white lantern hangs at the door of each house, and the white light radiates from the white lantern, barely illuminating the road.

"Are you afraid?" Quan Jue suddenly lowered his voice and asked the girl beside him.

Chi Jiao was looking around curiously, not showing any fear.

It was the first time she had seen such a clean village.

Although Fengtong Village is notoriously poor, the road is clean and tidy, and there is no trace of garbage.

Pei Yao also looked around curiously, but Beitanglie, who was walking beside her, was not so calm.

Ever since he stepped into this village, Beitang Lie had clearly felt what it meant to be a gust of wind.

The dead silence around him made his nerves tense to the extreme.

At this time, all that echoed in Beitanglie's mind were terrifying legends about Fengtong Village.

Among them, the little girl in shroud is the most terrifying.

This terrifying legend was found in the information of Fengtong Village today.

Beitanglie swept Pei Yao with the corner of his eye, and saw Pei Yao looking around curiously, not afraid at all, his mind moved slightly.

"Yaoyao, have you heard of the terrifying legend about Fengtong Village?" Beitanglie asked in a low voice.

"What horror legend?" Pei Yao replied casually.

"The story of a little girl in a shroud." Beitanglie endured the fear in his heart and said that he wanted to scare Pei Yao, and it was best to scare her into hiding in his arms.

Pei Yao shook his head and became interested: "Let's talk about it." ”

Seeing that Pei Yao was not scared at all, Beitanglie felt that she was still too young.

"According to legend, it is the custom of Fengtong Village to sacrifice the blood of living people to the god Evil Luo that they worship. And the chosen one becomes a saint. Whenever the saint is elected, the people of the village will raise money to give the saint's family a sum of money as a subsidy. Because the saint will not survive in the end, generally speaking, no family is willing to contribute their daughter. But there are no exceptions, it is said that a hundred years ago, there was a famine in the village, in order to seek the protection of the evil Luo god, let the people in the village ask for famine, so the people in the village elected the saint again, and gave the condition, the family of the selected saint will get three catties of rice. Three catties of rice in the famine years were more expensive than gold, and there was a family surnamed Liu who contributed their daughter. His daughter is only eight years old, and generally speaking, saints have to wait until they reach adulthood, but eight years old is not impossible, but the people in this village feel that the child is too young to do it, but he insists on contributing his daughter only for the three catties of rice. The girl's mother was unwilling, but she couldn't do anything about the man.

Because after the saint is chosen, she belongs to the evil god, even if she does not become a saint in the future, she cannot go home again, she cannot have any contact with her parents, and she cannot even say a word. So the girl's mother prepared a shroud for the girl in advance, she knew that after the girl became a saint, she would not live for half a year, and she wanted her daughter to have a more decent dress when she died. Although the girl is only eight years old, she knows everything, she does not want to leave her parents, she does not want to be a saint. So she hanged herself in that red shroud. Speaking of this, Beitanglie paused and glanced at Pei Yao.