"Sure enough, it's a disadvantage!"

Du Bai thought so in his heart and sighed slightly.

It is definitely not possible to move forward in the rain, not to mention whether the horses and people will be able to withstand the rain, just this mountain road is muddy, maybe the foot slips for a while, people will turn on their backs, and it is very dangerous.

"Stop, don't go up the hill yet! Let's find a nearby village to live in for a while, and then talk about it after this storm! ”

After receiving Su Wanmiao's order, the convoy quickly began to be reorganized, and a few guards walked in front to let everyone stop, while sending people to the neighborhood to see if there was a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

At this time, a coachman stepped forward and reported: "The villain came here a few years ago, and remembered that there is a remote village called Suwon Village nearby, and he lives on this Suwon River. Although the village is not very large, it should be enough for our team to stay for a while. ”

"Suwon Village?"

Du Bai noticed that the coachman driving his carriage on the side frowned slightly, looking like he had something to say but didn't dare to say.

"This Suwon Village is a bit weird......"

When Du Bai asked, the coachman whispered.

"I heard that there is a river god in this Suwon River, and every year the village sacrifices a girl to him. If not, you will make waves...... Because of this, many people in that village have moved out, and outsiders rarely come there, as if they were isolated from the world, and now they rarely hear from that village. ”

"According to the custom of counting the days, their sacrifice should have been the day before......"

"Huh?"

Du Bai's heart moved slightly.

How does this setting feel a bit like a text on Earth?

I vaguely remember that the content is probably that a newly appointed county magistrate happened to find that he had a useful habit of sacrificing to the river god under his rule, so he boldly broke the superstition and threw the goddess into the river, which is a good educational significance, and everyone praises it!

But he didn't dare to draw the scoop on the gourd, so simply, thinking that this world is also a feudal superstition.

After all, there are real ghosts and gods in this world, who knows if there will really be a brutal Hebo who is oppressing the people?

But I thought that I and the others would not be involved in anything strange if they were just passing by. Besides, now that the wind and rain are about to fall, if you don't find a place to hide, I'm afraid that the whole team will become a soup chicken.

"Let's go to Suwon Village!"

The leader of the team walked slowly, turned around, and walked along the position guided by the coachman.

The village of Suwon is not far away, along the riverside path, the convoy walked for about half a while, and then saw a crooked stone monument standing on the side of the road, which had been covered by wild weeds, and no one came to take care of it.

"Suwon ......" lifted the curtain, Du Bai looked at the stone tablet that gradually fell behind him, and softly read out the words on it.

After another moment, the outline of a small village could be faintly seen in the distance, and it should be too late to look at the gloomy sky.

It was just then that an accident occurred and the convoy stopped.

"What's wrong?" Du Bai asked suspiciously.

"It seems that the group of villagers are not allowed to enter the village, and they have already sent someone to negotiate." The coachman replied honestly.

Du Bai frowned slightly.

Don't let you into the village? That's not good news.

A slight drizzle of rain had already begun to drift in the sky, and if it was delayed a little longer, I was afraid that it would be raining.

At this time, he was in a hurry, but when he turned his head, he saw Su Wanmiao call a servant, and let him go after a few words.

"Xianggong doesn't have to worry." She smiled gently.

Du Bai nodded, and through the curtain, he saw that not far away, there was a platform about two meters high made of earth, stone, bricks and tiles on the high bank embankment, with many bamboo poles inserted on it, and some white paper and red cloth were wrapped around the bamboo poles, swaying slightly with the increasingly violent wind.

"What's that?" Du Bai asked casually.

"That's the altar." The coachman replied, but his eyes were secretive, "It's the altar that has been built in this Suwon village for many years. And from here they threw the sacrifice into the river......"

Although he did not say it explicitly, it was clear that the sacrifice was a pure maiden.

Such a sacrifice must have been the work of an evil god. Why aren't there any chivalrous men to slay demons? ”

Thinking that there were many girls who were sacrificed here, Du Bai's heart sank slightly, and he felt a tightness in his chest.

As he spoke, the convoy suddenly began to move again, and when he inquired, he learned that it was the village chief who took the money to open the road himself, and scolded a group of villagers who blocked the road.

This couldn't help but make him sigh secretly in his heart: "Sure enough, there is money that can make ghosts grind!" ”

But here he also learned the reason why the villagers were blocking the road and not allowed to enter.

Unexpectedly, some time ago, the triennial sacrifice was sabotaged by an outsider, and the villagers, fearing the wrath of the river god, were trying to make up for the sacrifice while not accepting outsiders.

The personal reception of the village chief made the trip a little easier, at least no one would dare to disobey the majesty of the village chief.

After entering the village, it seems that the heavy rain a few days ago made the ground potholed and muddy, and the carriage stumbled when it traveled, and the air was filled with a faint smell like a pool of stagnant water, which made the people in the car feel very uncomfortable.

In an inexplicably irritable mood, Du Bai looked at the scene of the village again.

It was unexpectedly desolate, and the road was lined with crooked brick and stone mud houses, low and broken, and green vines crawling among the broken roofs. Because of the passing of the convoy, you can faintly hear the whimpering barking of dogs from time to time.

Even in the daytime, there are few villagers on the road, and at first glance the only living people you can see are the villagers who are blocking the road in front of them and the village chief, and there is no one else.

Du Bai looked left and right curiously, but inadvertently saw the face of a pale child inside through a half-hidden window next to him, and at this time he was expressionless, staring at them with indifferent eyes.

He suddenly realized something, and when he looked back at the house, he could vaguely see the somewhat disturbing cold eyes hiding behind the cracks and windows of the door, which at first glance were quite terrifying.

This is true for both children and adults, as if they are the source of their calamity.

Before thinking about it, it may have been the fear that he would anger the river god by contacting them and bring down the punishment.

"It's a pity for this Suwon Village." The driver in front of the car looked at the village with great interest, and there was a bit of emotion and embarrassment in his words, "It is said that a few decades ago, when there was no legend of the river god, you could make a lot of money by traveling by boat, and the village was very lively. Who would have thought that decades later it would be like this, sparsely populated. ”

Du Bai nodded slightly when he heard this, thoughtful.