When most of the hand-waving dance was carried out, a group of Miao people walked out of the gate of the Miao village. The Miao people are old men in their sixties and white-haired chests. This person Zhang Xiaoluo doesn't know, so he thinks he should be the patriarch of this Huadong.

The white-haired old man walked side by side with him was a black-robed old woman with a rugged body. The old woman bent down slightly, holding a black wooden rattan cane in her hand, and under the support of everyone behind her, she walked towards a bamboo platform that had already been built in the middle of the swinging hand.

Zhang Xiaoluo looked at the old woman from afar, and his eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly.

This old woman is the Huatong Gu Witch Goddess who has treated Zhang Xiaoluo, Granny Qing.

Zhang Xiaoluo has been immersed in the art of Yin Yang Xuanmen for many years, but he doesn't know much about the witchcraft of the Miao people. But to let that instinct fall asleep and wake yourself up, it shouldn't be in vain to be in vain with the magic of witchcraft!

The singing and dancing of the crowd had come to an end, and Zhi Fei also returned to Zhang Xiaoluo's side again, standing under the bamboo platform with other clansmen, staring at the white-haired old man and the young woman who were already standing on the bamboo platform.

"My people, my villagers, may the glory of Panlao God bless you forever! May our children and grandchildren be forever bathed in the sun! ”

The white-haired old man whispered slowly on the bamboo platform, and the majestic voice echoed for a long time on the huge hand-waving floor.

Zhang Xiaoluo knew that this should be the blessing link that Zhi Fei had told him.

Sure enough, as the old man's words came out, the Miao people in the audience wearing bright Miao clothes, regardless of men, women, and children, all closed their eyes reverently, and their lips moved slightly, as if they were silently praying for something.

Zhang Xiaoluo looked at Zhi Fei beside her, she was also like other Miao people, her eyes were slightly closed, her lips moved lightly, and she prayed silently in her heart.

"She's probably praying for me to get healed soon, right?"

Zhang Xiaoluo looked at Zhi Fei's white face and thought secretly in his heart.

After a long time, the prayer was over, and the white-haired old man stepped down the bamboo platform, but the crowd under the bamboo platform did not disperse, and still looked up at the craggy figure on the bamboo platform.

Hua Dong Gu Witch Goddess, Qing Granny.

"Sheba Day" is not a sacrificial ceremony for our Miao people, but today our people still gather here to pray for blessings with dances, just because...... It's just that the god of the falling flower cave has awakened again. ”

As soon as the old woman said this, the crowd under the bamboo platform suddenly stirred, and everyone's faces showed panic, especially a young woman like Zhi Fei.

"Well, bring her up!"

As the old woman spoke, the crowd gathered in the audience slowly parted a crack, and a Miao girl about twenty years old walked onto the bamboo platform, and behind her, there were two burly men holding scimitars.

Dressed in a decent sky blue bright Miao suit, he wore a silver crown on his head, and his head was full of silky green silk that was tucked behind his head. The crown of the head is densely covered with silver silk spikes, which touch each other from time to time with the girl's movements, making a crisp "ding" sound.

The woman's delicate facial features are as delicate as white jade, her long eyelashes are slightly curved, the corners of her mouth are slightly upturned, and a pair of shallow dimples are like jade carved by snow.

"Hurry up, I have to rush home to clean up the bamboo building!"

The woman glanced at the young woman standing on the bamboo platform, and said sweetly in a soft voice.

The face is like a peach blossom, the eyes are like stars, and the voice is pleasant like a warbler out of the valley.

"Falling Flower Cave Girl!"

Zhang Xiaoluo suddenly heard Zhi Fei beside him say something in a low voice, and there was horror in his voice.

He looked up at Zhi Fei, but saw that her pretty face was already pale, her body trembled slightly, and her eyes were staring at the woman on the stage, her eyes were slightly dilated, as if she was in a nightmare.

"What's wrong with you?"

Zhang Xiaoluo reached out and grabbed Zhi Fei's palm, stood up, and asked softly.

"I didn't ...... It's nothing! Xiao Luo, let's go! ”

Zhifei pulled Zhang Xiaoluo out of the crowd and walked quickly towards his bamboo house.

Zhang Xiaoluo turned his head as he walked, looked at the rickety old woman on the bamboo platform, and found that the old woman's eyes were also looking towards him.

Although Zhifei introduced Zhang Xiaoluo as her fiancé, she did not live with Zhang Xiaoluo in the bamboo house at night, she lived in her uncle's house.

After being supervised by Zhi Fei and barely drinking the tasteless chicken soup for a night, Zhang Xiaoluo lay down and closed his eyes to rest.

Zhi Fei sat beside Zhang Xiaoluo for a while, and saw that Zhang Xiaoluo had made a slight snoring sound, so he covered Zhang Xiaoluo with the quilt on the side of the bed, and held Zhang Xiaoluo's cold hand to warm it for a long time before standing up and walking out of the bamboo house.

Zhang Xiaoluo's slightly closed eyes slowly opened, and he thought about Zhifei's abnormal expression after seeing the woman during the day, and his brows couldn't help frowning slightly.

The woman's face was not beautiful among the women Zhang Xiaoluo knew, but the faint temperament on her body made Zhang Xiaoluo feel moved......

and the gaze of the witch Gu old woman when she was leaving, Zhang Xiaoluo faintly felt that the other party was not looking at him.

If the old woman is not looking at herself, then the person she is looking at is Zhifei!

From the moment Zhang Xiaoluo woke up and saw Zhi Fei, he knew that the relationship between himself and Zhi Fei was no longer just a simple colleague relationship.

"No matter what happens to the other party, the most important thing now is to let your body recover as soon as possible!"

Zhang Xiaoluo felt that the person who assassinated him in Kyoto should not be able to give up so easily. Zhi Fei is the identity of Miao Nu, no matter how well she hides it, she will definitely not be able to hide it from those people!

Zhang Xiaoluomo held the torn wound under his armpit, which had been covered by new flesh buds, slowly stood up from the bamboo bed, looked at the darkness outside the bamboo house, and walked out.

There is a species of snake called the sharp-nosed pit viper growing in the wild, which is nocturnal and violent, violent and poisonous.

Snake venom, especially in highly venomous snakes like the sharp-nosed pither, often works wonderfully well.

Zhang Xiaoluo walked around the bamboo village, and he had drunk no less than dozens of snake venom from the sharp-nosed pit pit viper, as for snake gall and snake meat, the healing effect was much better than that chicken soup, so it was naturally impossible to waste it.

Sneaking back to the bamboo village again, Zhang Xiaoluo was about to push open the door of the bamboo house, but he inadvertently saw a bamboo house in the village with lights outside, as if he was doing a happy event.

At this moment, when the night is almost ugly, there are still people who marry wives and daughters in the middle of the night?

Zhang Xiaoluo lowered his head and hesitated slightly, then walked towards the house with the red lantern.

Night, ugly time.

The whole village is brightly lit, but it is as quiet as a mass grave after the third watch, and even the usual chatter of insects is almost inaudible. In front of a two-story bamboo building at the back of Dazhai, there is a bamboo sedan chair carried by eight people covered with red cloth. Red lanterns hang at the four corners of the bamboo sedan chair, and thick red candles are lit inside the lanterns. On the big red sedan curtain, there are embroidered pieces of falling flower petals.

About a few zhang away from the bamboo sedan chair, a group of clansmen dressed in red were standing. Among the clansmen were old and young, but there was one

His face was gloomy and he kept silent. Even the usually chirping playboy was just nestled in his parents' arms, with his dark eyes open, staring in horror and curiosity at the red wedding sedan chair in the center of the bamboo building that could barely be lifted by eight people. The noisy bamboo village in the day exudes a strong strange atmosphere at this moment.

Suddenly, a boy's chant sounded in the bamboo building, and when you listen closely, it seems to be singing an old ballad.

"Wearing floral clothes and hats, Sister Ao happily got on the sedan chair; Paint rouge, draw eyebrows, and marry in the cave of the fallen flower; The gover, eats anthers, and the girl in the flower cave is pretty for a day. ”

The song is sad and mournful, slowly coming out of the bamboo building, drifting to the silent crowd outside the bamboo building, floating over the tall bamboo wall, and drifting to the endless darkness outside the village.

"I remember that it was also a winter night when even the gods of Pan Scoop closed their eyes, and there was still heavy snow in the sky. So far, the millet has turned yellow a hundred times. Sister, Pangezhu, can you die? You're dead! ”

In the crowd was an old woman in a ragged cloth shirt, the old woman was blind, and the few strands of sparse gray hair on her head were messily attached to her bare scalp, and there were black spots on her hands and neck skin exposed outside the cloth shirt, obviously a person who was about to enter the earth.

The old woman, with her dark eyes, turned in the direction from which the song came, opened her lips tremblingly, revealing her bare gray sockets, muttered to herself, and finally began to choke and sing.

"Wearing floral clothes and hats, Sister Ao happily got on the sedan chair; Paint rouge, draw eyebrows, and marry in the cave of the fallen flower; The gover, eats anthers, and the girl in the flower cave is pretty for a day. ”

Next to the wide ridge of the village, there is a low bamboo house, and there is a flickering light coming out of the bamboo house, reflecting the figure of an elderly farmer squatting outside the narrow door.

"Abba, there is another daughter of the Zhong family who is going to marry into the cave of falling flowers, and Aunt and Sister will not be lonely anymore......"

The bamboo buildings in the village quietly opened the bamboo doors, and one by one, old or young, tall or short, stood by the bamboo buildings of their respective homes, staring at the lamplight, as if remembering some people in the past years, after a long time, they all began to chant in a low voice.

"Wear floral clothes and hats......"

As far as the eye can see, there are memories; Everything the heart thinks is the past; Whatever you see, you regret; Whatever the ears hear, all whispers; What is said in the mouth is life......

With a "squeak" sound, the bamboo door facing the sedan chair was slowly opened, and the first person to step out was a weak boy about seven or eight years old. The boy wears a red silk coat, a red hat, red shorts, and red cloth shoes. His expression was wooden, and he walked out of the bamboo building step by step with stiff steps.

The boy was holding a long red ribbon in his hand, and with the ribbon slowly came out was a woman dressed as a red silk bride with a red cloth on her head. The woman's head was covered with green silk and supple behind her shoulders, and the tips of her hair fluttered gently with the night breeze from time to time. As the woman walked gracefully, her silver ornaments occasionally made a crisp jingle sound, accompanied by the boy's staccato song, which gave people a chilling feeling.

Following the woman dressed as the bride appeared, there was a burly figure, the figure did not say a word, the whole face was hidden in the shadow of the room, and only the strong ** chest was vaguely seen rising and falling violently.

The boy finally made his way to the sedan chair, and the distance of a few steps seemed to exhaust the child's strength. He stretched out his little hand that trembled violently, and he was reluctant to lift the low-hanging sedan curtain for a long time.